I walk home, it's the end of the month. And we haven't been successful. Yuuri is still missing, my precious katsudon. I unlock my door and walk in, Makkachin is nowhere to be found. That's when I hear faint scratching noises on the closet door. I open it up and Makkachin runs out, instead of questioning him I go to my bedroom. I pause and listen to the end of the door. There are no noises, but it's eerily quiet. I don't like it. I open up my door and I see a figure under my blanket, that must be something else. Hopefully, not a someone. I notice two boxes on the floor, must be packages I forgot to open. I pull back the blanket and what I see horrifies me. A scream rips from my throat, It's a pale Yuuri, his eyes are open and lifeless. He's super bloody and there's no stomach. He has no stomach! It's just cut open. I feel sick, but where are my children? I look back to the two boxes, terrified. This can't be happening. I put the to boxes gingerly on the bed and open them. A pained scream escapes my throat and I collapse on my knees, sobbing profusely. There are two fetuses in the box and they look like boys. This can't be happening. Not to me, why me? What did I do to deserve this? I spent most of my life without love and when I find it, everything is taken away. This has to be some sort of sick and twisted game. It has to be and if it is, why am I losing everything? I find myself standing in the kitchen with a knife in hand. I have nothing left to live for, I tell myself. I might as well go, there's nothing left. I have nothing and feel nothing.I'm sorry, Makkachin.I'm sorry, Chris.I'm sorry, Yura.I'm sorry, Yakov.I'm sorry, mom.I'm sorry, Yuuri, for not being a good alpha and protecting you. I'll see you on the other side with our boys. I hear a loud barking noise in my ear again and again. Please, be quiet Makkachin. The barking doesn't stop.

I feel big wet licks on my face, and I sit up immediately. I look around the room: no boxes or dead Yuuri. I touch the unlicked side of my face and feel tears. That dream, it felt so surreal. I can't believe I would actually do that. I could never, would ever, or should ever take that route. Am I really that useless? My husband and children to die because I couldn't find them. I have money and multiple people around of the world are starting donations for me. I have no problem with the money, but I don't want to be weak. The alphas are trying to manipulate us and show us that we're weak. I will try to find Yuuri, but if I have no signs of him by the end of the month. I have no other choice but to pay them the money.

I walk into the office, catching the investigator's attention. "Good morning, Mr. Nikiforov."

"Good morning, Mr. Nickson," I say.

"I've been looking through other files, omegas all said the same thing. They don't know what happened when they woke up, they were in a strange room, and there was always alphas around. I believe they move to different buildings, abandoned buildings or buildings you wouldn't expect. That's why we're investigating everywhere and almost all alphas. Ten omegas, including Yuuri, are missing and pregnant. Yuuri and another omega are the youngest in their pregnancy. He's four months, correct?" He glances towards me.

I nod, "yeah he is."

"The other is three months going four months. One woman omega is nine months pregnant and is expecting any day now. her husband is very worried and he is almost in every day." He continues to explain and I look over the files, and that's when I start to notice a pattern.

"Hey, were they all gonna be new parents?"

Mr. Nickson throws me a confused look. "Excuse me?"

"They moved here or lived here and wanted to start a family. Is that what's going on?"

He looked over the files, and smile when he notices the pattern. "Yes! That's exactly it. All couples were going to be new parents, only a few had children. That was only a few times though and now it's mostly just married couples ready to start a family. Like you and Yuuri, now that we know the pattern. We can start formatting our plan!"

"Go home, Nikiforov. I need you to come home a bit earlier and you look like you need a break." I know I probably look like a huge mess. My hair is unruly and there are huge bags under my eyes.

"Wait, I have something to tell you, first," I say, grabbing back his attention.

"Yes, what is it?"

I'm contemplating on telling him about my nightmare. "Um, well I had a bad nightmare and it was about Yuuri. He's pregnant with my twins and in the nightmare, Yuuri was dead along with my children. It felt so real and I'm, like really nervous. Since-"

Mr. Nickson stops me. "Victor, I'm not a therapist. I think you should tell a therapist, especially if you have dreams related to losing Yuuri and your twins. I promise you that we'll find him, the plan will increase the chances of that happening."

"Okay, I'll consider the therapist. If I have the dream, but can bring in an omega, who experienced what Yuuri is experiencing. I just have a few questions for them."

"Certainly, Victor. I'll make some calls later this afternoon and schedule an interview." He starts going through a huge telephone book.

"Thank you."

He sighs, "but right now. I think you need family time with Yuuri's family or yours. Go ice skating, relieve some stress." Family time sounds like such a strange word to me, I've never had family time. I spent most of my childhood a burden to my family, except to my mom. She always told me that I wasn't a burden. I was the favorite child out of my brother and sister, and they envied me for it. They left for college when I was fourteen and I haven't spoken to them since they hate me since I'm famous. I'll have to call them later as well. Maybe, I can spend some time with Yakov or Chris.

I knock on Yakov's door, it opens revealing Yurio. He looks like he just got up from bed, wearing sweats and Otabek's shirt with his hair tied up in messy bun.

"Victor, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with that detective guy."

I nod, "yeah. I am, it's just I decided to come over and spend some time with you."

He eyes me weirdly, "um, okay. Otabek is coming over and we're going out soon, so you'll just be here with Yakov."

"That's fine, where is he?"

Yurio points behind him, "should be in the living room, but I think he went to his room. Just knock and check."

"Okay, thanks Yurio."

He glares at me, "how many times have I told you to stop calling me that!"

I pinch his cheek, "it's cute on you." He hisses and I chuckle letting go of his cheek. I walk pass Yurio and go straight to the close bedroom door. I knock on it a few times and it opens after a few seconds. There Yakov stands his usual self, but without his hat. He's wearing gray sweats and a black shirt.

He looks surprised, "Vitya?"

"Yeah, it's me. I just came to visit."

He smiles smugly, "if it's for your ice skating career. I personally think you should do another year." He says jokingly. Even if he does seem like a "closed off no joke" type of person. He can be kind and funny.

"Do you still have my mother's contact?" Yakov looks speechless, I haven't mentioned my mother since I moved in with him. He leads me into his room and closes the door, I take a seat and he stands by the window. We sit in a silence for a few minutes.

"What is this about, Vitya?" He asks, breaking the silence.

"I was just thinking about how much she helped me as a child the other day. And I haven't kept in touch with her at all, ever since the incident. She's important to me and deserves a better son than me."

"Don't say that, Vitya." Yakov scolds.

"It's true, Yakov. You know it, I haven't called her in so long. She probably doesn't know that I'm married and I'm expecting children. I haven't told her anything."

Yakov sighs, taking a seat. "Me neither, Victor. I do keep in touch with her though, she's very proud of you Victor. So are your siblings, except for your older brother. He doesn't like that you do such a "feminine" sport."

I look down at my hands, if I had my old hair it would be to my hands. I had such long and beautiful hair, people mistaken me as a girl. My brother found it as an embarrassment, but I didn't see the problem. I guess he did. There's always a problem with me, since I'm not your stereotypical Russian.

"I think you should introduce them to Yuuri, they would love to see and get to know your husband." Yakov pauses. "By the way, how is the search for Yuuri going?"

I let out a breath, "stressful. I just don't have him by my side and it's frightening, since he's always by my side. He even said it in his vows."

Yakov chuckles. "It's good to see you, Victor."

I look at Yakov and smile, "you too, Yakov. You did so much for me, and I will never be able to repay that."

"You've grown so much. I remember when you wouldn't even throw a glance to other skaters. Then Yuuri came along and showed you the true love of skating. He showed you how to be generous and help out others."

"Yuuri helped me grow, Yakov."

He shakes his head, "that's not what I think. You grew yourself since he inspired you. No one can make you change, except yourself."

Change.

Change.

Change!

Change, that's it. I have to change! For Yuuri for my twins, stop being moping about the situation and do something. This is your husband and children on the line here, all your doing is crying and stressing. Yuuri wouldn't be stressing right now, since he's pregnant and he doesn't want to hurt them. Then I can't hurt them by letting them rot wherever they are, along with everyone else kidnapped. I'm ready to start.

Searching for Yuuri.