Authoress Note: Story takes place in the future. Some event changes will be explained in thoughts and all that jazz, so if you get confused, I apologize ahead xD

Authoress Extra Note: You know, it's a good thing I didn't try to make this less or equal to five chapters. I really can not see all this fitting in that small amount... What the hell was I thinking then? Haha! Well, now I'm not even gonna try to count. This thing is done when it's done. Although I am hoping it doesn't run to twenty chapters. Not sure why, I just think that's to long for me... Meh. Whatever. I know how this all ends and when it does, I hope you all have enjoyed the ride. For now, pleasejust keep on enjoying it with me, okay?

Big hug and thanks to cedricsowner! You're such a sweetie to put up with my story! You make me a very happy gal!

July 19th and 20th , 2016

Six PM. It was late. She'd been here all day?

Harry and Olivia had been wonderful hosts for her. They had kept her laughing and smiling the whole time, her body feeling lighter and her mind free of any thoughts she didn't want to have. That she really didn't want to deal with.

But it was getting late. Olivia looked tired. Her pregnancy took a lot out of her. She had always been a small girl. The extra weight and energy drain of the growing fetus had to be hard on her. Harry was worried as well. He would watch over her with hawk-like skills that Ames didn't even know he had! It seems that when it came to someone important to him, Harry could become a whole other person; a person as capable as Winston was to Chance and Guerrero.

How comical. The gang all seemed uncomfortable and wary of Harry's presence in the past... Maybe because he was never given a chance. Sure he would botch missions and get himself in loads of trouble, but he tried. Perhaps he had been trying in the wrong way all these years.

"Something on your mind?" Harry pulled her from her thoughts, and she just shook her head. "Just thinking of the time. It's getting late and you," she pointed to Olivia, "need to get some sleep, mama O." Olivia rolled her eyes but chuckled non the less. "Are you leaving me again?" Olivia asked, as Ames pushed herself from her chair, popping her back and stretching her legs. Damn she felt old sometimes.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I need to get back... Need to straighten some things out I suppose." Olivia nodded in understanding, before getting up with the help of Harry. She walked around the table and tightly hugged her old friend. "Don't go disappearing on me again, OK? I want you to be around when the little ones are born so they can meet their godmother."

Ames pulled back in surprise, seeing the smile and twinkle in her friends eyes. She was serious! Ames felt pride swell up in her. "Well I wouldn't wanna disappoint, would I? Don't worry," Ames laughed, patting Olivia's pouched stomach, "I'm not going anywhere."

The two shared one more hug, before Ames gave Harry a hug goodbye, telling them both to take care of themselves, before making down the stairs to the doorway, waving once more, before heading into the slowly darkening neighborhood. There was a warm breeze that rustled her long hair, as she slowly jogged down the stairs, grabbing her keys out of her pocket, hitting the button to unlock her car, before sliding into the front seat. The door still opened and halfway in the car, she quickly checked to make sure she had everything, and slid her legs into the vehicle and made to close the door, when her wrist was roughly grabbed.

"Never let your guard down, Ames. Never. You gotta always be ready for an attack, even if your among friends, keep your guard up." Ames cursed, Silas's teaching ringing like a loud bell in her ear. Stupid, stupid, stupid! "Hey, girlie! You're late for a meeting with our boss!" A deep, rough, voice laughed, twisting Ames's wrist as she tried to yank it free. Gritting her teeth, Ames swung her leg out and up, grunting as it made hard contact with something soft, but firm; possibly her attackers side, causing them to let her go.

Stumbling back, she was able to take in the two large males she had never seen or meet before. They were both dressed in dark gray suits and hair long and slicked back; large twins. Terrific. "Now come on, girlie. Boss aint gonna be happy if you keep him waiting any longer," the second one voiced, reminding Ames of someone who had taken one to many blows to the head. The first made another grab for her, and Ames ducked and slid under them.

"She's getting away!" the second one whined, "I'll shoot her leg!" She made a mad dash. Although she could probably take down one of them, two was not an option. She'd learned that though she was strong, she was poor at handling more than one attacker. Two would overwhelm her in the end. She didn't have enough skills for that many yet. "Don't shoot! Idiot!," the first male ordered, "you'll wake up the whole god damn neighborhood!"

Ames was about three houses away, when she heard him speak up loud enough for her to hear. "Since she wont come to us, perhaps she'll come for her little pregnant friend and her dopey husband,. Whaddya think, Archie?"

Archie, the second brother, let out a dorky laugh. "Good idea, Eddie! I'm sure they wouldn't mind more company." Ames froze in her spot and slowly turned around to glare daggers at them. The first male, Archie, grinned maliciously as he pointed his gun at the door of Olivia and Harry's house. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, girlie. Unless you want us to hurt your friends, I suggest you get your pretty little ass over here and come quietly."

What else could she do. She couldn't let them hurt Olivia and Harry... Christ how had they not heard all of this, anyway? Bedroom. There bedroom was on the other end of the house. Ames and the goons hadn't made much noise. Not enough to alert them that something was wrong. They didn't know. Damn!

Even if she was glad the goons hadn't hurt them, she wouldn't have minded them maybe getting a hold of Chance or Winston or Guerrero to warn them!... Then again, this was Harry and Olivia! Harry would do anything for Olivia it seemed, and he'd do anything to be a hero and help Ames... He'd just get himself shot or worse. And Olivia would be a widowed mother of three.

As calmly and slow as possible, Ames made her way back to the thugs, who were now standing at their black truck (at least it wasn't the cliché black van like in old movies) gesturing her to come to them, Archie's guns still pointed at the house.

"You guys are sick," Ames seethed, as the one called Eddie roughly grabbed her by the back of her shirt and turned to force her harshly into the truck. "Now keep quiet or else," Archie ordered, his gun now placed firmly against Ames's right temple as he slid into the truck, Eddie sliding into the drivers seat, squishing her between their larger forms.

"Oh and just for extra measure..." Ames barely had time to register, when the butt of Archie's gun slammed into the back of her head, forcing her forehead into the dash of the truck, knocking her out cold.

o0o

Her bed was empty. Her car was still gone. No sound from the bathroom; no running water. She wasn't here...

Guerrero stood in the doorway of the room Chance had offered up to her, taking in the still messy bed from the night before. It was ten A.M. and no sign of Ames anywhere. Her clothes and bag of belongings was still on the floor, barely touched, save for when she had removed her clothes and toiletries.

Crossing the room, he bent down and opened the bag, picking through it. He found clothes, trinkets, and... A diary? Years of snooping and curiosity in him, Guerrero picked up the diary and held it up, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed in front of the bag.

It was a light robins egg blue with a gold, slight protruding silver symbol that reminded Guerrero of the medallion called the Auryn from The Never Ending Story (If it weren't for his son, he would have probably had no clue of the movie or what Auryn was). Flipping it from back to front, he slowly opened the small diary to one of the first few entries, date unknown, save for the number thirteen written at the corner of the page.

"It's adoption day today. Everyone is dressed up to look their best," he read aloud under his breath, "Brody says I shouldn't try to look nice. No one will adopt me he says. Not because I'm ugly or bad, but because I'm thirteen now. Brody says that when you turn thirteen or older in an orphanage, nobody wants you. They only want the little ones. I don't believe that. It can't be true. I'm still a good kid. I could still be adopted... Right?"

The entry ends and Guerrero can't help but flip to the next page. In the corner a small thirteen is written, and he can make out splotches; tear stains. "Nobody wants me. I didn't get adopted. All the adults said I was cute, and sweet, and polite. I smiled at all of them and even ate miss Allisons nasty pea soup for them. But nobody wanted me. They took all the little ones. Me and Brody got left behind. He was right. Nobody wants you after you turn thirteen."

Guerrero feels his jaw clinch as he shakes his head, flipping ahead to the middle of the book. In the corner, a small seventeen is written. "I got caught for shop lifting today. And by the slowest cop on the block even! Brody keeps laughing at me for that. I tried to dodge him. I really did. But he caught me in the malls kid area as I tried to run down the slide. But some little boy was in my way and I tripped. So he caught me. He chewed me out. Some long lecture about needing to better myself. I think he just likes to hear himself talk."

He snorted. Surprise surprise. Winston hadn't really changed from the past, had he? He was a pain in the ass then and still is now. 'That's not totally true,' a small voice whispered in the back of his mind. He brushed it away, shutting the diary and slipping it back into the bag. He could have read more, but with how unsteady things were between him and Ames, he didn't want him reading her diary to be added to the list. Pushing up from the bed, he quietly walked out the room and down the hall and stairs to the downstairs living-room to find Chance feeding Carmine one of his bagels.

"Hey man," Chance greeted with a wave, licking cream cheese from his fingers before biting into his own bagel, as Guerrero walked to the kitchen. He had left his friend last night after Winston had freaked out on them for the damage and how Ilsa would hear about this and most likely be all on their asses when she got back from Rome with Connie. Boss lady didn't scare him, and last night hadn't been his fault.

All Chance. He was the one who pushed. Guerrero had simply pushed back. Common thing to do in an intense situation, right? Totally, dude. "Hey dude," Guerrero finally commented back, now having a cup of tea. It was early for him, but late for Winston. Surprisingly, the taller bald male was nowhere in sight.

Chance sat sprawled on the couch,scratching Carmine's ear, as the dog snored softly, his head on his owners lap. Chance looked ready to say something as Guerrero sat down, only for his phone to start going off, playing some badly mixed version of "Johnny Be Good". Looking puzzled, Guerrero watched Chance bring the phone to his ear. "This is Chance."

A loud, familiar and frantic, female voice pierced the males ears. "Olivia," Chance tried, speaking loudly into the phone. "Olivia, calm down, I can't understand you-Yes, yes but Harry on the phone," Guerrero raised a bushy brow as he heard Harry's voice. "OK? Now what's wrong? I couldn't understand..." Chance trailed off, pushing off the back of the couch to sit up straight, causing Carmine to huff in annoyance.

His face became stone serious, and he leaned into the ear piece. "How long ago was that? Have you tried calling her?" Guerrero's frowned and sat up, trying to train his ears to hear Harry's side, only able to pick up muffled and incoherent sounds. "OK... OK, Harry, I need you to not touch anything. You and Olivia stay in the house. I'll be right over."

Chance quickly hung up the phone and glanced warily at Guerrero, who stiffened at the hesitant look Chance was giving him. Dude... Something was wrong. "Bro...?" Guerrero questioned, standing up as Chance did. "Harry and Olivia found Ames's car still parked in their driveway... The door was still opened... They didn't see any signs of her..."

Guerrero's jaw clinched tightly, the cup filled with tea cracking from the sudden tightening of his grip as he let the cup crash to the floor into pieces,before silently, without a word, he rushed for the elevator, Chance following behind.

o0o

It was dark and cold. As she slowly came to her waking sense, she realized she couldn't see anything and her hands and legs were trapped. Duct-tape and handcuffs. Double set. Fuck! Groaning and wishing for an aspirin, Ames tired to look around, only to realize the reason she couldn't see, was what felt like a cloth, was tied around her eyes.

"Ah! Looks like she's awake! Boys, it looks like you didn't break her after-all. Good good. I'd hate to have miss Ames be busted before we even began. That wouldn't do at all." A calm and soothingly creepy voice reached her ears, sounding like they were a few feet in-front of her. She tried once again to move her arms and legs, but it was, once again, to no avail. She was held down tight. These guys had done their restrainer homework.

"I'm terribly sorry for the cloth, miss Ames. But don't worry it's temporary. As soon as we get you someplace nice and quiet, then we can take off that annoying mask, OK?" she glared in the direction of his voice even though he couldn't tell, as she felt her chair being moved. "Who are you?" Ames managed to finally asked, finding her voice.

The man chuckled calmly. "I'm an old friend of one of your employees. An old friend who is...Very cross with them. Ah but lets not talk about that now. Lets get you settled in, shall we? Archie, Eddie, please be more careful this time, OK? Miss Ames doesn't need more bumps and bruises on her pretty little head."

And that was all she got before she felt the chair being roughly lifted and moved to a place she couldn't see. She struggled and pulled at her restraints the whole way.

R & R

Aaaaaahh! Ames! Oh noes :0 What's going on? Who is this man that has Ames? What's Guerrero and Chance gonna do? And why is Winston late? Ooooeeeeooo!

Haha! I'm a goof, I know.

Well another chapter down. And hey, since I have you attention for now, I should warn you next chapter changes the rating a bit, so if you suddenly see that it's at M after next chapter, don't blink and rub your eyes, cause you arnt seeing things!