"Where, honey?" Steve was confused, then his thoughts cleared as she said, "Chrissy said she was scared like that time you took her to the carnival. Steve… you took her to a fun house, and she was frightened by the clown pop up. He's got her in the fun house at the fairgrounds!"

"And Peggy Callahan is with her." Laurie came into the living room, then explained, "Callahan was released on parole last month. She got out early for good behavior."

"What the…?" Steve was furious as Jaime asked, "She was sentenced to 5 years, how does she get out after 4 months?"

"Ron doesn't know, but he'll find out…." Laurie said, as Steve put on his jacket. Jaime picked up hers, then held up a hand as Steve started to say, "Sweetheart, you should…"

"I am not sitting home while my baby..and my husband is in danger." She informed him.

"And neither will I." Rick added, then stopped, as the phone rang. Laurie picked it up, then found it was Rudy with an update on Oscar.

"Missy, it's okay, your father's just got a concussion and a black eye, but he's going to be all right. He's refusing to rest until he hears something about Chrissy."

"I'll talk to him." Steve reached for the phone, then found Oscar on the line.

"Steve…Chrissy…any word?"

Mindful of the older man's condition, Steve told him, "She's being held at the fairgrounds, Pal. And your instincts are right again; Calla's really Callahan, Peggy Callahan's son. Chrissy managed to tell us where she's being held, so we're going to surprise the jerk and get my daughter back."

"Thank God….Steve, be careful…this guy's dangerous." Oscar breathed a sigh of relief as Steve handed Rick the phone.

"I'm going with Steve and Jaime, Ron and Robbie are going to back us up, Dad." Rick assured him. "We'll call Rudy with any information. I'll have A.J. and Linda bring you any updates"

"Thank you, son. Just watch yourself." Hopeful the older man would improve with the new developments, Rick signed off, then pulled his gun from the locked gun case and stopped to drop a kiss on his wife's cheek.

"We'll be back, darlin'….call us if you hear anything."

"I will, love. Be safe, for me…bring our Chrissy home." She choked, then hugged each of them. Promising to call him as soon as she spoke with A.J., she watched the three of them drive off.

As the rescue party sped down the highway, Chrystal quietly tried to flex her hands, almost numb from the ropes binding them. She had awakened to find she was tied to a post, sitting on a cold, metallic floor. Dazed, it took a couple of minutes to realize a gag was in her mouth, and her ankles were bound so she was unable to move.

Suddenly she saw something moving, and nearly shrieked, only to realize it was the mirrored reflection of Jack Calla, who was talking to someone a few feet away. Only when he came towards her did she see she was in a fun house…surrounded by mirrors.

Now, having given the only help she could to help her father locate her, she worried he might be walking into a trap. A trap set only because she had been so foolish as to believe someone would be that attracted to her so quickly. So many red flags; Jack's eerie staring at her mother, his crack about "apron strings", and his refusal to tell her anything personal about himself…..

"Well, Mom, there she is…"

Startled, Chrystal blinked as a woman appeared in her line of sight, then Jack flipped on a light and she looked up to see a sight she had only seen in pictures.

Peggy Callahan…older, worn looking, but the same face she'd grown up seeing in picture after picture of her Uncle Oscar.

"My God, she does look like him….so pretty." As the woman came towards her, Chrystal tried to speak. "Please…let me go."

"Honey, I'm going to remove your gag, but you're not to make a sound…" Peggy Callahan warned her, then pulled the rough cloth out of her mouth.

"Hand me that water, Jack…" she ordered, as Chrystal started to cough.

"Here, Chrystal..drink this.." Taking a chance that the liquid wasn't drugged, she opened her mouth and gratefully sipped the cool water.

"There, that should be better. It's going to be all right, honey."

"Stop babying her, Mom. After what Father did to me….to us…" Jack spoke roughly from behind Callahan, who whirled and struck the man.

"Don't you ever mention that stupid Williams again…he couldn't even take out Jaime, only hurt Laurie Simon and got himself sent to prison. Steve Austin is twice the man he is."

"What…I thought…you said…Colonel Austin was my father!"

"You only assumed, Jack…you were too stupid to realize I'd have said anything to get Steve back. Chris Williams is your father, I should have figured out long ago you're his son in every way." She spat.

Chrystal watched with growing dismay Jack's fury at his mother, as she tried to wriggle one of her hands out of the rough twine holding her fast.

At once a set of footsteps sounded in the distance, but before she could cry out, Peggy Callahan turned back to her.

"Sorry, honey.." she said, almost regretfully, stuffing the gag back into her mouth, then tightening the rope holding her against the post. As the footsteps came closer and closer, tears welled in Chrystal's eyes as she feared what her father would find when he arrived.

Suddenly she saw that a hoist was the only thing holding one of the mirrors in place. Following the rope it was attached to with her eyes, she saw it was tied off on the pole she rested against.

Abandoning the futile attempt to loosen her bonds, Chrystal wriggled her fingers around until she felt the knot holding the hoist, and set to work untying it. Just then the footsteps stopped.

"That's close enough, Colonel, come in with your hands up." Horrified, she saw Jack had a gun in his hand, pointed at a shadow reflected in the mirror opposite her.

"Please God, don't let him hurt my dad!", she thought, then felt the rope loosen in her hand.

Peggy Callahan abruptly stepped in front of Chrystal, blocking anyone coming in from seeing her. Immediately Chrystal managed to silently shift her body just in time to see her father step into the room.

"Where is she? Where's my daughter?" he demanded, his hands raised.

"Right here, Colonel. Now…you and I and my mother are going for a little ride. Chrystal stays here, safe and sound and we'll leave word once we're…"

"What do you mean, we, Jack?" Peggy shifted her focus and words to her son, and Chrystal moved enough to catch her father's eye. Moving her head to indicate the hoist, then wiggling the rope in her fingers, she saw a gleam of recognition in his eyes.

"I mean, you will stay here, then release Chrystal as soon as Steve and I are over the border. Surely you don't think I want you with us on our honeymoon…?" she taunted.

"Why you….I'd rather he die then leave me again!" Jack snarled, pulling back the hammer on his weapon.

"Now, honey!" Steve yelled, and Chrystal let go of the rope, sending the hoist flying and the mirror it was holding crashing down on mother and son. As it knocked them to the ground, Steve seized the loose rope and speedily tied their legs together, then picked up the gun.

"Either of you move, I'll kill you for what you did to my daughter." He yelled, then called out, "Rick, Jaime….it's clear!"

As soon as they entered the room, Steve handed Rick the gun, then rushed to Chrystal's side as she slumped against the pole, crying with relief.

"Chrissy, baby…." He murmured, pulling the cloth from her mouth, then freeing her from the ropes holding her with one move. "Dad…." Chrystal collapsed into his arms, then Jaime fell to her knees on the other side of her daughter. "Mom…"

The three of them wept together as Steve and Jaime held her in their embrace. Rick had to wipe his eyes, seeing the family whole and safe again. When his transmitter beeped, he knew who was on the other end.

"Laurie?"

"Rick…did you find her…is she all right?" Her voice was shaking, and he hastened to reassure her.

"Sweetheart, she's safe. Our Chrissy's safe."