~I wasn't too sure what to write for this chapter, but I'll try my best!~

Tom held Danny for the longest time with Harry rubbing his back.

"Danny," Tom whispered. He didn't answer. "Danny?" He looked down at the other singer to see he was fast asleep. Tom, as carefully as he could untangled himself from Danny's arms and gently laid him down on Dougie's bed.

"What are we gonna do now?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to get dinner started. And then after dinner we need to start calling around and see what banks will give us the money."

Harry nodded and said, "Do you really think we should leave him alone?"

Tom sighed. "I think he'll be alright for half an hour until dinner is ready."

The singer and drummer left the room.

Later on that night, they had all eaten dinner, Tom and Harry even managed to get Danny to eat a little. The trio walked into the living room and made a list of all the banks they were going to call. Danny immedianlty pulled out his cell phone, and looked down at the list on the coffee table and called the first one. Tom and Harry thought it was good for him to being actually doing something, other than crying. They were really beginning to worry about him.

Danny closed his phone and sighed. "No luck with that one." He reached over and grabbed a pen and crossed out the first one on the list.

"It's okay, we still have a lot to go." Tom said.

And for the next hour and a half the trio called around to the different banks. Danny was on the phone with last one now. Tom and Harry watched him with eager eyes.

"This is really important. Please you got to - okay. Yes. Fine, Thank you for you time." Danny said the last part between clenced teeth.

He snapped his phone shut and leaned his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes. "What are we gonna do, guys?" A few tears leaked from his eyes and ran down his face. "How are we gonna get Dougs back? We can't get 3 million dollars in such little time." He whispered.

Tom patted his knee comfortingly. "We'll think of something Danny."

"How - how are you two staying so calm?"

"Honestly, Danny, I'm really a mess. All I want to do right now is cry, scream, punch someone, preferably the guys that took Dougie." Tom replied.

"Same here. I feel so angry. And I can't do anything about it." Harry said.

"You guys aren't showing it. I guess I'm just a bloody git."

"Danny, your best friend was kidnapped right before your eyes. You have a right to be upset. It doesn't make you a git." Tom said.

"Thanks Tom."

Tom nodded.

They sat in silence for a long time. Neither of them liked it.

"Are you sure we called every bank?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I'm gonna look it up." Tom went upstairs and came back a monet later with his laptop. He sat criss - cross on the couch and began typing.

Minutes later he whispered, "How could I have been so dumb."

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"I forgot a bank. I can't believe I forgot it! It's right by the studio!"

The four Mcfly member practically lived at the studio, writing and recording songs.

He quickly took out his phone and began typing in the bank's number. Harry and Danny watched him eagerly.

"REALLY? Oh my gosh! Thank you! I'll come by - when? Okay! Thanks! Bye!"

"We got it!" Tom jumped up and down happily.

"We do! We're gonna get Dougs back!" Danny yelled smiling for the first time since his best friend was taken.

"When do we get the money?" Harry asked Tom.

Tom stopped jumping and replied, "Thursday."

"That's two days away!" Danny frowned.

"They said it was as fast as they could get the money for us." Tom said sadly.

"It doesn't matter, we're still going to get Dougie back." Harry said.

With Dougie:

Dougie lay down flat on his back on the stone cold floor. His whole body ached. And his head hurt from all the crying he had done.

'I wanna go home. I want Danny and Tom and Harry. God, everything hurts so bad. What if they come back and beat me up more? I don't think I could handle that.' He tried to take his mind off the pain. 'I wonder what the guys are doing right now.' He pictured Danny crying, Tom freaking out, and Harry just sitting silently in the armchair staring off into space.

He heard footsteps as they came closer to the room he was in. The door flung open and it revealed Chuck. Fear washed over Dougie's entire body. He grabbed Dougie by the front of his shirt and jerked him up. Dougie whimpered in pain.

"Wh - what are you going to do with me?" Dougie managed to stuttered.

"Bathroom break." Was all he said and pushed, or dragged Dougie out of the room. He shoved him into the small bathroom. "You have ten minutes." He slammed the door shut.

Dougie stumbled over to the sink and clutched it tightly for support. He looked at himself in the cracked mirror. He looked like death. He had blood on his lip, nose and head, bruises covered his arms. He lifted up his shirt, and sure enough there were brusies all over his stomach and back.

Dougie sighed heavily and went to the restroom. He washed his hands after he was finished. He didn't even bother to wash the dry blood off. He was far too weak and in pain to do much. He limped over to the door and opened it, only to be jerked out by Chuck. And was thrown back into the room he's been in for two days now. "Oh by the way, we went to visit your your bandmates today. You should have seen the boy, the one who we told to go and cancel the concert, he's so worried about you and upset he threw up. He looked like a zombie." He laughed.

'Oh Danny.' Dougie thought.

"It was real funny, wish you could have seen the look on his face when he watched the video of us beating the livin' day lights outta ya. It was priceless." With that said he left the room, leaving Dougie alone.

He tried not to cry again. Tears stung his eyes, but he held them back for as long as he could. A few slipped, and he wiped them away quickly.

'I have got to stay strong. I can't be crying every minute I'm in here.'

Dougie just kept thinking that Danny, Tom and Harry were trying to get him back and he would soon be back with his friends writing music and doing concerts. Mcfly was his life. His friends were his life. He couldn't live without them. He was slowly going mad. He couldn't take much more: of being alone, without his friends, without goofing off and writing music. He didn't just want his friends, he needed them, because without them he would be a lonely empty shell, like he was now.

~Okay, this chapter is a little boring. Sorry about that. I just didn't know what to write. Reviews would be rad(: This story should be done in the next two or three chapters.~