"Kendall." A soft voice broke the silence that Kendall had been sitting in for hours. He'd lost count of just how long he'd been sitting in Logan's room in the dark. He sat on the floor, his back leaning against the bed Logan slept on every night. Kendall looked up to see Carlos' face through the darkness of the room. He wanted to be alone. "Any news?" he asked hopefully.

Carlos shook his head sadly, easing to the floor to sit beside Kendall. "No news. The police collected a few of Logan's things for DNA...they're going to try to match it to the bloodstain just to make sure it's really his."

"I hope to God it's not." Kendall whispered, though he knew the chances of that were extremely slim. There was no reason for Logan to have had someone else's blood on his jacket.

Carlos bolted upright from where he had been slumped against the bed. "What if Tiffani got hurt somehow on their date?" he suggested.

Kendall's eyes went wide suddenly. Tiffani. Logan had been out with Tiffany the night before. Maybe his gut feeling that something was off about her had been right, though the idea that Tiffani could have done something to Logan was pretty laughable. Still, he got to his feet quickly. "JAMES!" he called out.

Within seconds the tall brunette was at the door, rushing into the room. "What is it?" He looked wide-eyed and hopeful, as if maybe one of them had discovered Logan hiding under the bed or something that simple.

Kendall ran a hand through his already messy hair. "What if Tiffani did something to him?"

James laughed, looking away briefly from Kendall. "Have you seen her? She's like 5 feet tall and 100 lbs. soaking wet. I know Logan's small but he's strong as hell. There's no way she could overpower him."

Carlos got to his feet slowly and both the other boys could see the wheels turning in his head. "She could if he were hurt", he mused, scratching the back of his neck. "She could have caught him off guard, hit him with something maybe. Or maybe she had help."

The idea of someone manhandling Logan made Kendall sick to his stomach and he rubbed it absently, willing the waves of nausea to settle."Why would she want to hurt him?"

James sighed and shrugged dejectedly. "Why does anyone hurt another person? It just doesn't make any sense." He sank down onto the edge of Logan's bed as his phone started to ring in his pocket. Quickly he grabbed it, sliding the touch screen and pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" He listened silently for a minute, panic sweeping his expression. He swallowed hard, thanked the person on the phone and hung up. For a minute he didn't look at the other two. "It's definitely Logan's blood." He said quietly. "They're now treating this as a possible homicide."

Though he hadn't eaten all day Kendall felt his stomach turn and rushed into the bathroom, dropping to his knees where he dry-heaved. His body shook with the effort and he continued dry-heaving until his stomach muscles were sore. He collapsed back against the wall, panting. Logan could be dead. Until he'd heard the word homicide that thought had not even occurred to him.

Back in Logan's bedroom James and Carlos stared at each other helplessly. They weren't sure if they should go to Kendall or let him be. The truth was neither of them was feeling so great either. Carlos just kept thinking this couldn't be real that he would wake up from this horrible dream soon. He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. James reached over, patting his back comfortingly, though he wished he had someone to comfort him at the moment.

Kendall finally emerged from the bathroom on shaky legs, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and not really caring how disgusting it was. "Does his mother know?" he asked weakly.

James shook his head. "We can't get in touch with her I know Logan said she was going on vacation this week." He couldn't imagine what it would be like for her to find out her son was probably dead.

"I don't care what the police say," Kendall spoke up, teeth clenching as he leaned against a wall for support. "I won t believe he's dead. I don t care what they find, I'll always hold out that hope that he's alive."

"Me too," Carlos said softly, his voice muffled by his hands. He felt that if he lifted his head he might just pass out.

"Me three," James said after a moment s hesitation. He knew it wasn't logical but his heart didn't care. His heart told him Logan had to be out there somewhere.


When he opened his eyes he expected the sun to be shining in through his curtains, but he was met with darkness. Frowning, Logan lifted his head off the pillow and groaned, quickly lying back down. His head hurt and at first he wasn't sure why. He looked around the small, unfamiliar room and frowned. This wasn't his bedroom and he had no idea how he got here.

Sucking in a deep breath he sat up again, slowly this time and leaned back against the wall, taking in the small space. There was a bare mattress in one corner against the wall, which he was currently sitting on. The hardwood floors were dirty and he thought he could make out a few drops of blood which he quickly realized was probably his own. His shirt was splattered with blood and there was some dried on the pillow. He reached up and gingerly touched his head and found the reason for his headache. He wished he had a mirror but from what he could tell it was just an open gash and didn't feel too deep. He took in a few slow breaths, the dizziness easing up which he was thankful for. He needed to access the situation and figure out not only where he was, but how to get out of there.

He scooted down so his feet touched the floor and rose slowly, chewing on his lower lip. His head didn't throb too much. There were no windows in the room, just a heavy door. He hesitated then walked over to it, trying the knob. It was locked of course. There wasn't much else in the room, just a single wooden chair and a bucket in the corner opposite the mattress. Logan swallowed hard, guessing he knew just what that bucket was for. He looked away in disgust. He'd have to be pretty desperate to use it. There was nothing in the room to help him identify where he was. He could be anywhere, he knew. He had no idea how long he d been there either.

Sinking back onto the mattress, he wondered if his friends were starting to worry. Was it still the middle of the night? Maybe they had no idea he was even gone. He hoped that was the case. If he could just get back before anyone started to worry...

The door creaked open. "Logie!" There stood Tiffani, looking perfectly pleasant despite the circumstances. "So nice to see you awake. You've been sleeping for like 12 hours."

Logan frowned. 12 hours? He was supposed to be on set. Everyone must be so mad at him, thinking he was blowing off his responsibilities. "Okay Tiffani, you proved your point. I belong to you, I got it. We'll get back together if you just let me go." He rubbed his temples, trying to think. The night before on their date a completely new side of Tiffani had come out. Her possessiveness had increased by 100%. She'd actually gone so far as to slap his face when he dared to be friendly to the waitress, accusing him of flirting the minute she was out of earshot. Right then and there he'd broken it off with her. She seemed to take it well, though he'd seen the momentarily stunned look in her eyes. She did however insist that they go back to her place to talk things out and he supposed that had been his fatal flaw. He'd had no way of knowing the things she was capable of.

His memory of the previous night was a little fuzzy. He remembered going back to her house and sort of lingering near the couch, not really wanting to sit down. He didn't want an awkward talk about why he was breaking things off; he just wanted to be done with her. Kendall had been right about her, he'd realized. But she persisted so he finally sat down. He remembered her saying that he couldn't leave her, they were so good together. He remembered being firm with her that they were over. After that he remembered nothing.

Tiffani laughed now, moving closer to the mattress where Logan sat. "Do you think I'm that stupid? I let you go and you're going to run to the police. I'll go to jail and never see you again." She sat down next to him, running her fingers through his spiky dark hair. "I can't stand the thought of not being with you, Logie. I had no other choice."

"So you thought you could just kidnap me?" Logan cried in disbelief, jumping to stand, needing to be away from her. What were you thinking? How did you get away with this?"

Tiffani shrugged, standing too. "I knocked you out. You're not so tough when you re unconscious," she giggled. "I dragged you into the garage, put you in my trunk. Drove you out to my family's vacation home". She flexed an arm. "I'm stronger than I look and you're a lightweight."

Logan looked disgusted at her description of the previous night's events. "My friends and family are going to notice I'm missing and come after me you know."

Tiffani held up a finger and shook it. "Not likely. They think you're dead."

Logan's face paled. "Why would they think that?" He asked shakily.

"I left them a present," Tiffani said casually, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "In the form of your bloodstained leather jacket on their doorstep".

"Oh my God," Logan muttered, briefly closing his eyes. He could only imagine how shaken up the other guys and his family must be, finding something like that. He concentrated very hard on trying to send them a mental message, futile as that might be. 'I'm alive you guys. Don't give up on me.' He eyed the door and then Tiffani. He should easily be able to overpower her and break free.

Her eyes narrowed as she followed his gaze. "Don't even think about it," she spat, removing a gun from the waistband of her jeans. "I happen to have a VERY good aim and I won't think twice about using it." She pointed the gun at Logan and he sucked in a breath of air. He had to stay calm and think. If only Kendall or James were here. They would know what to do.