Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Author's Note: I don't know what to say about this chapter. It was difficult to write. There is one more chapter coming.

Caitlyn leapt out of bed, her heart pounding at the sound of the ringing phone. She glanced at the clock as she reached for the phone. 3:30 a.m. Unless you know someone expecting a baby, there is never a good reason for someone to call at that hour. Caitlyn glanced over at Nate, glad that she knew her family was all safe in the house with her.

"Hello," Caitlyn said.

"Is this Caitlyn Gellar?" a man's voice asked, using her professional name.

"Yes," Caitlyn said suspiciously. "Who is this?"

"My name is Bill Phillips. I am Adam Daniel's attorney."

Caitlyn sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands shaking. "Is he okay?"

"He's not hurt, but he did get into some trouble. He called me to post bail and asked me to call you to come pick him up," the man replied.

Caitlyn let out the breath she had been holding. "What did he do?"

"DUI," Phillips said curtly. By this time Nate was finally awake and gesturing to Caitlyn to let him know what was happening. She pointed towards the phone and walked out of the bedroom to grab something to write with. After getting the address of the precinct where Adam was being held, she went back into the bedroom to get dressed.

"What was that?" Nate asked.

"Adam was arrested and asked for me to come get him," Caitlyn said as she pulled a long-sleeved t-shirt over her head. "Can you get the girls up and ready for school if I'm not back in time?"

"Of course," Nate replied. He watched his wife continue to get dressed before saying, "Caitlyn, I know you care about the kid, but you don't have to go do this. The album is done; you're not even his producer anymore. He's not your responsibility."

Caitlyn stopped putting her shoe on and looked up at her husband. "I know that Nate, but he could have asked for anyone and he called me." Her voice took on an edge as she continued, "But he will understand that this is the first and only time I do this."

She got up from the bed and walked over to kiss her husband. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. "Are you going to be okay?" He knew how much she had invested in Adam and not just in his music.

Caitlyn shook her head, her eyes starting to fill. Nate kissed her hand and gave her a small smile. "I love you."

Caitlyn smiled back, getting herself back under control. "Love you too." She started out of the room before turning back, "Don't forget to check that Annabelle's library book is in her backpack."

Caitlyn got into her car and punched the address the lawyer had given her into her navigation system. Before she backed out of the garage, she took a moment to compose herself. It had been a very long time since she had felt as disappointed and upset as she did right now. She had been so proud of Adam for the changes he had made over the past six months, and it physically hurt her to think that it took less than a week for him to slide right back. Five days. It had only been five days since they wrapped production on the album. Had it all been a game for him? A part he had to play to get his CD done?

Caitlyn glanced back up at the route that the navigation system had drawn and noticed something. She reached for her purse, pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her address book before hitting send.

"Who the hell is calling me at this hour?" Tess yelled into the phone.

"Hi, Tess, it's Caitlyn. Adam got arrested, and they called me to come get him. And you're coming with me."

Tess paused for a moment, running her hand through her hair. She couldn't believe that it actually bothered her to hear that the kid messed up. This is why caring about people was overrated. They did stuff that hurt you and interrupted your beauty sleep. God, she wanted to just hang up and pretend that Caitlyn hadn't called, but she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. And maybe yelling at him would make her feel better. "Fine," she snapped at Caitlyn, "but I'm not going to be supportive and sympathetic."

"Shocking," Caitlyn retorted. "I'll see you in twenty minutes."

Caitlyn actually was shocked to see Tess Tyler standing outside when she pulled into the driveway. In typical Tess fashion, she looked beautiful and totally put together, her designer outfit was pressed, her hair and makeup flawless. Caitlyn and Mitchie sometimes joked that Tess must have sold her soul for a lifetime of looking perfectly groomed.

Tess wrenched open the door to Caitlyn's car. As Caitlyn started to put the car in reverse, she paused a moment and smirked at Tess. There was a large black Escalade with tinted windows that didn't belong to Tess in the driveway next to Caitlyn's car. Tess rolled her eyes, "Are you in third grade? Yes, I had a visitor." Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at Tess. "And no, I'm not going to tell you who it is. Just drive."

Caitlyn had hoped that Tess would spend the drive making snarky comments so she wouldn't have to think about Adam, but the diva sat stiffly in the front seat looking out the window.

By the time they reached the police station and parked, there was already a small group of reporters and photographers outside. Tess looked over at Caitlyn and saw that the other woman had her head in her hands. While Tess had always loved the camera, Caitlyn had spent the past 12 years avoiding the press, especially since the girls were born. Nate and Caitlyn had reached a sort of unofficial agreement with the paparazzi that Nate was fair game, but as long as they stayed out of the spotlight, the girls and Caitlyn were off limits. Caitlyn didn't even attend Connect 3's premieres and hadn't walked the red carpet in years. Walking into that police station past all the media was going to be a nightmare for her.

"I can go get him and bring him here if you want," Tess finally said. Caitlyn looked up in surprise, grateful for the offer. Tess had a hard time letting anyone see her good side, though, so she added, "I wouldn't want to be in the same photo with you right now; you look terrible."

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, not fooled by the insult. "I think I can handle it."

Tess had already posed for several photos and signed a dozen autographs by the time Adam was brought out to them. His eyes grew wide when he saw Tess standing next to Caitlyn. He turned to the officer escorting him and asked, "Is it too late to change my mind and just go back to the cell?"

The officer looked confused until he noticed the two women standing with their arms crossed waiting for Adam. One looked sad and disappointed; the other's eyes were shooting daggers at the popstar. He chuckled and patted Adam on the back. "Good luck."

Adam glared at the officer before walking over towards the women. Tess looked at him and said, "You're an idiot."

"Hey," Adam barked back. "I don't have to take that."

Tess laughed at him. "Oh, you do. You made the mistake, and now you have to live with the consequences. And the first consequence is me." Then with sarcasm dripping from her voice she continued, "So get moving popstar – your adoring public awaits."

Tess gestured for Adam to follow and headed for the door. She turned her head back toward the young man. "And a word of advice – don't say anything."

Tess continued to throw comments at Adam on the drive home, including reminding him that the DUI would hurt his chances of anyone taking his music seriously. They had been in the car for five minutes before he realized that Caitlyn hadn't said a word to him yet. He sat in the backseat growing angrier by the minute. As soon as Caitlyn put the car in park, Adam opened the door and got out. He leaned back into the car, addressing the women. "Sorry for spoiling your night, ladies. My mistake. I won't bother you again," he snapped.

Tess threw open her own door and stomped off after him. "What the hell was that?" she asked. "And what is your problem?"

"Oh, I don't know… maybe I don't like being treated like a naughty child by two people I thought were my friends."

"Oh, please," Tess replied. "Stop being such a drama queen." She gave Adam a shrewd look before continuing. "Do you even know why we're here?"

"Caitlyn's here because I asked for her," Adam responded. "And you can never pass up an opportunity to insult me."

Tess looked at him like he was an idiot. "I get my fill of insulting you during working hours. It's not such a thrill that I need to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get in a few extra shots. We're here because we care about you, you idiot, so cut the crap and apologize so we can go home."

Tess' pronouncement caught him off-guard, and she watched him deflate in front of her. When he looked at her, she saw hurt and confusion in his eyes. He mumbled, "I know I really messed up. I'm sorry, Tess."

She nodded at him before gesturing towards the car. "Accepted. But I'm not the one you need to worry about."

Adam looked miserable as he stared at Caitlyn's car. "Why won't she talk to me?"

"I'm no expert on the soccer mom psyche, but I would guess she's pretty hurt and disappointed. Or she could just be pissed that some drunk guy made her get out of bed to drive him home from jail. You should probably go talk to her and find out. But first give me your keys. It's cold out here."

Adam handed Tess the keys to his house and stood looking at the ground. He really didn't want to go back and face Caitlyn. Tess' anger was one thing; it was so typical of her that he almost found the normalcy comforting. But the idea of hearing Caitlyn tell him how badly he screwed up and how disappointed she was in him made him feel sick to his stomach. What if she didn't want to talk to him again after this? A sense of panic flooded him at the idea. He had missed her and her family during the five days since they had finished recording, and the idea of actually losing them was overwhelming. His knees buckled under him, and he slumped against his front door with his eyes closed.

Several minutes passed before he heard a car door slam. "Adam, get up and let's go inside. We need to talk, and I'm sure the paparazzi are probably already lurking somewhere around here."

Adam got up and opened his front door. Caitlyn followed him into the family room and sat down on the brown leather couch. After a moment, Adam blurted out, "I'm sorry!"

Caitlyn looked at him sadly. "Are you? I want to believe that, but right now I don't know what to think. I thought that you had changed, that maybe I had had some impact on you. But as soon as you got your CD done, you start right back in partying." Her voice hardened as she continued, "Was it all an act? Was calling me to come get you a way of rubbing it in my face?"

Adam was stunned. That's what she thought? No wonder she didn't want to talk to him. "No," he choked out. "That's not…no!"

Adam rubbed his eyes with one hand and tried to think of how to explain to Caitlyn what had happened that night. He had been lonely and nervous about the publicity for the new album, so when his buddies called and asked him to go out, he had jumped at the chance. When a couple of guys pulled out the heavy drugs, he could almost hear Caitlyn's voice telling him to get out of there, so he had decided to go home. He thought briefly about calling a cab, but it was not too far from home and he felt okay.

Caitlyn looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "I did go out with some friends, and I did have something to drink. But as soon as things started to get wild, I tried to get out of there." He shook his head. "I know it was stupid; I should have called a cab."

Caitlyn watched him struggle with himself, "I had a few drinks, but I walked away from the drugs. I'm trying; I promise."

Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when she heard him whisper, "You and your family," he stopped. "I… Please don't give up on me."

He looked like a lost child standing in front of her, his eyes pleading for her forgiveness. She sighed before standing up and giving him a hug. She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "I'm not giving up on you, but if you really want us in your life, you are going to have to earn back our trust." He nodded. "And don't think the lecture isn't coming. I'm just too tired to do it justice right now."

He gave her a small smile. "Okay."

"I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but I need a ride home," Tess announced. "It's bad enough riding in your mom-mobile. There is no way I am getting in a taxi. Who knows who else has been in there."

'Alright, Tess," Caitlyn said. She looked at Adam and pointed her finger, "And you,"

"I know. I will expect a lecture of epic proportions later." Adam looked gratefully at both women. "Thank you. Both of you. I love you."