A/N: Had to do a lot of cutbacks on this chappy, killing off some fat. Hopefully the flab's gone, but if you find anything, let me know.

Chapter 3: Captured

It had been about forty minutes since Jessie left the Davis household. The rain still poured like water from Angels Falls and at this point she was thoroughly drenched, her clothes soaked and her red threaded hair a matted mess. The storm had all but died down. She winced with each thunderclap that she heard. She had never enjoyed thunderstorms. She'd had a fear of thunderstorms ever since her time in storage, when a nasty storm hit the city on the first night of her 'imprisonment.'

Jessie made an attempt to ride out the tempest by waiting under a neighbor's tree as she tried to make sense of the events from yesterday. She still couldn't grasp hold of the situation. She couldn't understand why Woody hated her so, especially when he seemed to be so embracing of her before. I just can't believe that this is happening again… Jessie thought. For the longest, she battled against her desire to breakdown in tears, trying desperately to ward off the hurt that seemed to plague her so, but at last she gave up. Exhausted from warding off trying to ward off those memories all night long, she yielded and allowed her mind to be flooded with the sorrowful memories of her history. She simply forced herself to endure them as she cried.

The storm was over now, though the clouds refused to break. Sid walked out the house, sulking as he took a bag of trash to the curb-side dumpster.

"I hate doing chores" muttered Sid, as he threw the garbage in. "Sid, you have to pull your own weight around here now since I got my new job. The new house won't take care of itself, you know!" the boy mocked, still standing by the trash receptacle, placing his hands on his hips and craning his neck from side-to-side as he annoyingly impersonated his mother. "I swear, this bites; why the heck do we have to move just because she gets a job at some stupid toy store?"

He turned around to go back in the house when he noticed something odd. There was a cowgirl doll just lying there under the tree in his yard. Where the heck had that come from? The answer didn't matter to Sid. What mattered is that he finally had a torture subject. His mom had really clamped down on Sid's access to his sister's toys. He had his own, but what he enjoyed more than anything was dismantling, bleaching, and otherwise destroying whatever he could get his hands on…that wasn't his. Besides, most of his toys were turned into mechanical miniature mutants already. Ever since a couple years back, when that Woody doll freaked the skin off of him, he had a particular resentment for cowboy dolls. While this wasn't exactly what he would've preferred, the Western attire was more than enough to get his evilly creative juices flowing. He grabbed the cowgirl doll with a demented look on his face, as he began to conjure up what dastardly things he would have in store for his guest.

Back at the house, Woody was sitting in the window sill. The playroom was filled with tension and hatred towards Woody earlier on, but when Buzz explained everything, the mood turned from anger to remorse. They all could understand Woody's fear of losing Andy. He had suffered a nightmare just a few weeks back about being abandoned and cast aside just before he was stolen. It made sense that he would blow up on Jessie with a dream like that.

Bo climbed up to join him on the window sill. She was the first person that Buzz had told about the situation. She knew about the close bond that he and Jessie had developed in such a short time span. The shepherdess felt that she could somewhat relate to what Woody was going through, seeing as she faced the possibility of losing him multiple times now.

Bo stood next to him, stroking his hat. "How are you holding up?" she asked, using her tender and maternal voice to try and settle his nerves.

"I just can't help but feel like a mule for what I did to Jessie," Woody responded, looking longingly out the window. "I knew full well that she was still combating her hurts and fears. I should've been better able to control my anger, even if I did have that dream." Woody breathed a deep, dreary sigh. "The worst part is that I may never get the chance to make things right with her now. She'll never want to see my face again after this, not that I could ever find her again anyway. She's no doubt long gone by now…"

"Well, I wouldn't quite say that, Sheriff," responded Bo with an unexpected hint of optimism in her voice, causing Woody to look up at her. "You won't have to look very far for Jess," she said as she pointed towards the next door neighbor's yard.

As he looked, sure enough, there was Jessie, sitting under a tree.

I don't know where she was planning to go, but she must have decided to wait out the storm under that tree, Woody concluded. He was elated. It wasn't too late to make things right. Then, reality quickly stripped Woody of his optimism as he saw Sid. He had just taken a bag of trash to the trash on the street corner. He then watched in horror as Sid spotted and picked up Jessie. The distance was great between them, but Woody could to see well enough notice an evil smirk creep onto Sid's face as he picked her up. He knew exactly what that meant.

"Oh my God- Buzz!" Woody was frantic as he jumped down from the window sill.

"Woody, what is it?" Buzz asked.

"I've found Jessie!"

"You have? That's great!" Buzz replied, unspeakable joy shining on his face.

"No, it's not great, not great at all! Sid has her!" Woody retorted. He usually was a lot more calm and calculative of situations such as these, but his emotions got the better of him this time.

"Come on! We've got to save her NOW!"

"Woody, calm down. We need to develop a plan-"

"We don't have time to develop a plan! You know what Sid will do to her, Buzz. I can't allow that monster to hurt her- I won't!"

Buzz backhanded Woody, the dizziness of his head spinning like a top causing him to nearly hit the floor.

"I know the urgency that you feel to rush in now, but you have to understand, we can't afford to just go boom-rush into that house. If we do that, and something goes wrong, we might just make things worse for Jessie."

Woody glared at Buzz, not willing to yield, but also knowing that he wouldn't be able to persuade the Space Ranger otherwise. Not now, at least.

"Alright, fine."

Sid had taken Jessie up to his room, and threw her onto his craftsman table. There, he kept his "Monster Toy Collection", as he called it. He was planning to make Jessie the latest addition to the collection. As Sid left his room, he went into the garage, looking to see what tools he could use to create his latest masterpiece. Jessie awakened to nothing less than a horror house of a room. The only light available in the room was a blinding spotlight that shone upon the table. She beheld in terror what she could see in the space in which she was held prisoner. There were toy parts, severed heads, arms and legs and various accessories strewn all across the room. She couldn't decide what she hated worse: the fact that she was in near-complete darkness, or the fact that she was stuck inside a toy slaughterhouse. Jessie didn't know what this kid had in store for her, but she sure as everything wasn't going to stay and find out.