So, I currently have horrible writer's block, but I think this chapter turned out pretty good despite that. Enjoy!

One week later…

It seems to me that every time something bad happens to someone, something else has to happen to make the situation worse. There's no stopping it; it's just inevitable. And now, not only is Logan gone, but Griffin wants a new song, and he wants it today. In fact, he'll be here in about five minutes, and we don't have anything to give him. We're doomed.

"Do you think he'll give us some more time?" Carlos asks nervously, and I wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a quick hug.

"Maybe," I say, shrugging. "But even if he does give us more time, we can't do this without Logan." We've been trying all week to record something, anything, but nothing sounds right. We need Logan. There's no Big Time Rush without him.

"Griffin's not going to be too happy," Gustavo says, standing up to pace back and forth. "I just don't see how we can convince him to wait until Logan's back…" I frown slightly, eyes narrowing. Griffin is the least of my problems. Sure, I want him to give us another chance, but I've got so much on my mind it's hard to concentrate on something that seems so small. The police still don't have any news on Logan. They haven't even found our car, yet. Deep inside I'm breaking, little by little, but I hide it. Kendall told me to be strong, and I'm trying, but when there's no one else around, all of my worries resurface, and I just can't pretend anymore. It's just too impossible. I cry myself to sleep just about every night, waking up several times from wonderful dreams about Logan only to remember that he's gone. It's killing me inside, but I can't show it, can't tell anyone. I'm surprised I can even keep up the act, feeling how I do. But I do, and somehow I manage to get through every day without shedding a single tear in front of anyone.

"We'll make him see it our way, Gustavo," Kendall says, and I swallow back all the things I want to scream at him. Griffin won't see it our way. Logan isn't going to be okay. Nothing's going to be okay. Everything is ruined. I'll never see Logan again, never run my hands through his soft hair, never look into his chocolate brown eyes. We'll never hold hands, kiss, make love. I tremble slightly, placing a hand on the table next to me to steady myself.

"James, are you okay?" Carlos asks, concerned, and I take a few deep breaths before I answer him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, relieved when my voice doesn't shake. "I just lost my balance." I shoot him a small smile. His eyes lock onto mine for a moment, searching for something, and then he turns away, looking slightly confused. Or maybe he's just deep in thought. Either way, his attention is no longer on me, and I let out the breath I'd subconsciously been holding.

"He should be here any second…" Kelly mutters, checking the time on her phone. I turn towards the door, my stomach churning. Please let this turn out okay. Please let him understand. I really don't need something else to worry about. And then, finally, Griffin appears, and I'm so anxious and nervous I nearly throw up right then and there. I'm really kind of a mess, aren't I?

"Hello, Gustavo," our CEO says, and Gustavo immediately stops pacing, coming to a stop a few feet away from Griffin. "I believe you have a new song for me?"

"I, uh, you know, it's a really funny thing, but, uh-"

"Stop your blubbering, Gustavo, and just let me hear my song." Griffin interlaces his fingers behind his back, eyebrow raised as he waits for Gustavo to act. Unfortunately, the big-mouthed man seems to be at a loss for words, staring wide-eyed at his boss. I have to admit, Griffin is intimidating, but he's also being extremely unfair, and I'm not about to let him get away with it.

"We don't have a new song for you, Griffin," I speak up, stepping forward to stand next to Gustavo. "We've tried, but it's just not the same without Logan."

"We need more time," Carlos adds, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. We need so much more than just time. Griffin turns his gaze onto me, his expression deceptively calm. I swallow back the lump in my throat, and meet his eyes, wishing I knew what he was thinking. He frowns slightly, and my heart starts racing. Please give us more time, please give us more time, please give us more time…

"Very well," our CEO says finally, and I blink in surprise, mouth dropping open. Did he just say what I think he just said? Is he really going to let it go that easily? I must be dreaming. "But I expect a new song as soon as Logan is back, Gustavo, so get to writing." He then turns on his heels and walks away, leaving the five of us to stare after him.

"Did that…really just happen?" I mutter, stepping back to stand between Kendall and Carlos. "I can't believe he just let it go."

"I can't believe it either," Kendall says. "He always fights to get his way."

"Maybe he just feels bad for you guys since Logan's missing?" Kelly suggests, and we all glance at each other before shaking our heads.

"Nah," we say in unison.

"Well, this is good, right?" Carlos says. "Now we have time to focus on finding Logan." Guilt creeps up into my stomach once again, and my thoughts move to the neon pink envelope hidden in my closet. I really should show it to them… I mean, they deserve to see it, and it might help the police find Logan… But what if they get upset? I don't think I could stand seeing their expressions once they see the video. It's already taken everything I have not to break down with the weight of keeping this secret, but if I tell them, every lie I've told myself will come crashing down.

"Well, I guess you dogs can head home," Gustavo sighs. "I should really get started on this song…" Kendall, Carlos, and I nod, shooting Kelly a quick smile before leaving. The walk to the limo outside is agonizing. I'm at war with myself, going through all the pros and cons of telling Kendall and Carlos about the video. None of us says anything, though I can feel Kendall and Carlos's eyes on me the whole time. They're just so obvious about it. I mean, come on, if you're going to stare at someone, at least try to go about it in a way that makes the person less uncomfortable. It feels like they're staring into my soul, picking apart every deep, dark secret, every crazy dream. I can't stand it.

"What?" I finally say, irritated. They both blink in surprise, and look away, blushing.

"Nothing," Carlos mumbles, and I roll my eyes, huffing in annoyance. It's even worse once we're inside the limo, heading home. Since our car still hasn't been found, Gustavo has rented us a limo to get from place to place. It's really nice of him and all, but the whole ride home is awkward. We're forced to sit relatively close together, and every so often either Kendall or Carlos will glance my way. Do they really think I don't notice?

It's a relief when we're finally back at the Palm Woods, and I hurry out of the limo, walking as fast as I can into the lobby. Kendall and Carlos jog to keep up, and I'm this close to whirling on them and telling them to get lost. I can't take this anymore. They shouldn't worry about me, they should worry about Logan. I'm fine, really I am. I just need to be alone and let out some of this frustration and sadness and worry.

"Hey, you want to head down to the pool in a little while?" Carlos asks softly, and I shake my head.

"No."

"Oh… Well, maybe we could watch a movie or something?" he suggests, and I close my eyes tightly, counting to ten.

"No, Carlos. I just want to lie down and rest." I reply, and he looks away, trying to hide his disappointment. Okay, now I just feel like an asshole…

"Maybe after I take a nap we can do something," I say reluctantly, and Carlos looks up at me, smiling. As much as I want to just mope around, making Carlos happy makes me feel good. His happiness is kind of contagious, and happiness is just what I'm going to need to get me through this. And, well, it's not his fault Logan is gone. I shouldn't act so grumpy around him and Kendall. It just hurts all of us.

"Okay!" Carlos says excitedly, and for the first time in over a week, everything feels almost normal, but there's still that empty space that only Logan can fill.

We enter apartment 2J and spread out, Kendall moving to sit on the couch, Carlos heading to the kitchen, and me heading upstairs to the bedroom. I swing open the door to Logan and I's room, eyes already closing, and practically jump onto the nearest bed, which just happens to be Logan's. I snuggle into the mattress, head falling onto the pillow. I feel a strong need to cry, but I hold back the tears, breathing in Logan's scent in an attempt to calm down. For a few moments, I can pretend that he's here, and that everything's going to be okay. I can forget why I was upset, and just relax. Letting out a quiet sigh, I stretch, my shirt riding up slightly. I feel something poking my bare skin, and reach underneath myself, pulling out something sort of smooth, and… My eyes pop open, and I stare in horror at the pink envelope in my hand. I stare at it for a moment before tearing it open, pulling out a DVD labeled "Video #2." This isn't happening… I sit up, throwing the envelope to the floor, turning the DVD over in my hands. I can't watch it, I can't. The tears come, then, flowing down my cheeks, and I bite down hard on my lower lip, drawing blood. I won't watch it.

"No," I whisper, standing up. Should I go show Kendall and Carlos? But what if they notice the "Video #2" written on the DVD? They'll know I'm hiding something. They'll be mad. Maybe it's not a video of Logan being raped… Maybe Logan's okay… "Oh, to hell with it." I nearly run over to the TV, turning it on and popping in the DVD. I need to see if he's alright. I need to know if he's still alive.

The video starts the same, with Logan lying on the bed before his kidnapper walks in. This time, though, Logan doesn't cry, though he begins shaking. He watches his kidnapper with wide eyes, and before the man can even say anything, Logan is shouting.

"Stay away from me! Go away!" The man ignores him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I hate you! Get away from me!" Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I watching this? The man slaps Logan harshly across the face, and I cringe while Logan whimpers in pain. My raven-haired boyfriend then turns his head away, and in the dim light I can see the red mark on his face. Anger boils within me, and my hands curl into fists. How dare he hit Logan? The man is still wearing a hoodie, I notice, but a green one this time. He stands and moves to the foot of the bed, running a hand down my lover's naked body.

"Why won't you love me, Logan?" he mutters, frowning. "I treat you so good. I feed you, give you potty brakes. I give you company." Logan shudders as his kidnapper pinches one of his nipples, and then he lets himself cry. Hoodie watches his victim for another moment before slowly removing his pants and boxers, and I look away, unable to watch the rest. I know what's going to happen know. I know Logan's going to start screaming any moment now. Eyes red and wet with tears, I stand up and quickly eject the DVD, flinging it across the room. It hits the wall and breaks, pieces flying everywhere. The noise it makes seems a thousand times louder in the silence, and I glance at the door, hoping no one heard that. But, since I seem to be extremely unlucky, of course Kendall and Carlos heard it. I hear their footsteps as they run up the stairs, and then the door is flung open.

"James? What happened?" Carlos asks, hurrying over to me as he takes in my expression. "What was that noise?" I don't answer, instead wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Carlos…look…" Kendall mutters, and I look over my friend's shoulder, following Kendall's gaze. He's staring at the pink envelope on the floor. I pull away from Carlos, eyes wide.

"Kendall! That's nothing! I, um…"

"What was in this envelope?" Kendall asks, looking me in the eyes. I sigh, pointing to the pieces of DVD lying on the floor. Carlos gasps as he takes in the scene, and I look down at my feet, feeling horrible. Why the hell did I keep this a secret?

"It's video number two," I say quietly. I then head over to my closet, moving the shoe boxes to find the envelope I'd hidden there days ago. "This is video number one."

"Why didn't you tell us, James?" Kendall says angrily, walking forward and snatching the envelope from my hand. "How long have you had this? This could help us find Logan!" I ignore his questions.

"Just watch it," I say, and Kendall frowns before grabbing my arm, pulling me downstairs to the living room, Carlos following behind.

"Fine, we'll watch it, but you've got a lot of explaining to do."