"So Roger, you'll take the upper east side vendors, Angel's got the park, Mimi's going downtown to the theatres, Mark will go to the cafés that Mo likes, Joanne's got the south side of town, and I'll go to the bars to see if the diva's chugging a few down, is that clear?" Collins booming voice clarified to the bohos. Everyone nodded in agreement, and Maureen's search party was established.

"If we don't find her by tonight, we're calling the cops, so keep your eyes peeled," Collins warned.

"Not that it'll come to that," Joanne voiced, more for her own benefit than for anyone else's.

"We'll find her Joanne, don't worry hun," Angel said, placing a comforting hand on Joanne's shoulder. "We're talking about Maureen here, our resident diva and wild child; she's probably going to laugh her ass off once she sees all of the trouble we're going to in order to track her down. She's only been gone one night sugar."

Joanne smiled. "Thanks Angel," she said quietly as she separated from the group and headed towards her designated search area.

xxx

Joanne had spent the past few hours searching down unfriendly streets for any sign of her diva. She had no luck in finding her, and part of her was relieved at this, considering the part of town she was in. "Maureen wouldn't want to step one shiny high heel in this dump," she thought to herself.

"Joanne!"

She turned quickly, hoping to see Maureen. Instead though, she was face to face with Benny. The other bohos were not fond of him at all, but Joanne couldn't understand why. Benny was always kind and pleasant towards Joanne and she treated him with the same level of courtesy that she did to Mark, Angel, Collins, and everyone else in their tight knit group. She had always felt bad for Benny, being such an outcast in a group of friends that was supposedly accepted everyone for who or what they were. She had even invited him to dinner a few times with her and Maureen in hopes of patching up any resentment between them, but the drama queen had none of it and kicked Benny to the curb every time.

"Hey Benny! It's great to see you," Joanne said, flustered and a bit embarrassed at her appearance. She was, after all, still in pajama pants.

"It's great to see you to," he replied, looking her up and down, "Interesting choice of clothes though. And I thought Maureen's wardrobe was wacky. What are you doing in this part of town Joanne? It's not exactly known for its prestige or attractions. Or safety, for that matter."

"Maureen's missing Benny, and I have no idea where she is. She missed out on a trip somewhere with Collins, which she would never do, and I'm really worried about her. Have you seen her anywhere?" she asked.

Benny thought for a moment, recalling the previous nights events when he had encountered a very pissed off diva.

"Nope, haven't seen her Joanne, sorry. Why don't I help you look for her though? This isn't a very safe neighborhood and I'd hate for you to run into some trouble here" he said, his eyes holding more of an underlying motive than he let on.

"I'd love any extra help I can get my hands on, thanks so much Benny!" Joanne said as Benny put his arm around her and began to guide her by the small of her back. "We can start at the coffee shop down the street. Maybe we can grab a cup while we're there because you look awfully tired." Joanne looked skeptical, and he quickly added, "I know Mo likes this place."

"I don't know about that, I'd like to find Maureen first," Joanne uneasily replied.

"You need to stay alert in order to better the chances of finding her. I really think a cup or two of coffee will do wonders."

"Well, alright, if you think it'll help us find Maureen," Joanne said, a tad unconvinced. "Where are you Maureen?" she thought silently to herself as she allowed Benny to guide her down the street.

xxx

Maureen lay unconscious in a pitch black cellar on a mattress. She wasn't aware of her surroundings whatsoever and her memories roamed freely in her delirious state. Hundreds of thoughts clouded Maureen's mind and she felt her world spinning as her mind jumbled randomly. Purse. Have to get something from it. Improv. Collins. I'm late, I need to go. Bastard, bastard, bastard, leave me the fuck alone. Joanne, Joanne Joanne Joanne Joanne. I'm so sorry, Joanne, Benny go away, need help please. Who are you, you saved me? We're flying together, roses everywhere, Joanne, Joanne, Joanne, I need you Joanne.

Maureen's comatose gibberish was suddenly put to a halt as she heard actual voices and consciousness began to dwell on her.

"It'll only be for a little while," said one voice, clearly male.

"Absolutely not, this is an abomination; we can't just bring in street rats whenever we please! Go take her back to wherever she came from!" another man's deeper voice whispered in an agitated, hushed tone, "She doesn't belong here."

"It was either here or in an alley being raped by that hunter! How the hell could I sit back and watch that happen, she sure as hell doesn't belong there with him!"

"Whatever you say little brother, just know that when Dad comes home and asks about this, I'm not backing you up and if he's pissed off and wants us to just kill her so we don't have to deal with this mess, don't say I didn't give you the option of getting the girl out of here ahead of time."

"Oh come on Bryce," the first man's voice said, "Dad wouldn't do that....right? And where would I take her back to anyways? The alley? I don't think so."

"Whatever you say," Bryce said, clearly annoyed.

Maureen could hear footsteps leading away from the room she was in and she heard a door slam. She assumed it was that Bryce person, but she wasn't certain.

"Uugh, where am I?" she thought, "What the hell is going on?"

She opened her eyes slowly, but all she could see was jet-black. She groaned and her hand shot up to her head. Maureen hadn't realized how much pain she was in and began to quiver a little as her head throbbed.

"You're awake," spoke the voice that Maureen recognized as the man who was talking to Bryce before.

Maureen just nodded, not exactly sure where to look, considering it was so dark.

"Your head got slammed pretty hard, so I'm not surprised it hurts," the man said to Maureen.

"Wait," Maureen thought, "How does he know that my head hurts? It's not like he can see me with it being this dark."

"Actually, I can see you holding your hand up to it and grimacing, that's why," the man answered.

"Holy hell, h-how did you do know that I thought, what are you, it's dark so how did you see, d-did I say that out loud?"

"No," he replied calmly, "Don't worry about it though, alright?"

"Am I blind?" Maureen shrieked, a wave of panic washing over her as her hands sprang up to her eyes in the darkness.

"No, I don't think so," the voice spoke in its eerily calm manner, "You really need to calm down or you'll injure yourself further and it's already taken me a long time to get you patched up from before."

"Before? Who are you?" Maureen asked quietly, a tad afraid of the answer.

"My name's Logan, I found you in an alley."

"An alley?" Maureen asked, confused.

"Yeah, you were with a hunter, um" Logan wasn't exactly sure how to phrase the situation, "Unwillingly, I suppose. Now that you know who I am, who exactly are you?"

Maureen thought quietly to herself, wracking her brain for an answer.

After a long pause, Logan spoke up. "Do you know?" he asked, his voice turning tender.

Maureen shook her head solemnly, "I don't know Logan. I can't remember."

A/N: I really appreciate the support you reviewers are giving me with this story, thank you! :) To answer a quick question that was asked a few chapters ago, yes I am aware that this story is under "Supernatural" and yes, that part of the story will be fully revealed in due time. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing, I do appreciate it and I read every comment! I promise I'll start answering some of the questions you might have about Mo's situation in a few chapters from now (including the hunters, the supernatural part of the story, etc). Please review!!! Reviews are love! 3