Amy was still sobbing in John's room when Ricky walked in the door. "Hey Amy I'm here to watch John…" He said as he opened the door, thinking the cries were John's. As soon as he saw Amy he ran to her. "Amy, what is wrong?" He asked, helping her stand.
Amy looked at him then held up the note, unable to talk. She pointed to the crib, and then fell back down onto the floor.
Ricky ran to the crib, not even looking at the note. He then pulled out his cell phone from his back pocket and flipped it open, and pressed three buttons; 911. He started pacing in the baby room. Finally he got threw to the operator.
"911, what is your problem?" The operator asked, calm, like she had gone threw every problem in the book.
Ricky got mad at her tone. "My problem is that my six month old son just went missing, or was kidnapped!" He screamed over the phone.
The operator sounded surprised. "Calm down sir. I am sending out the police now, but please stay calm and on the phone with me until they get there." She said, sounding flustered, but trying to calm him down.
Ricky sighed. "Sorry…" he muttered and kept pacing, but faster. "Where are the cops?"
"I just sent them out; they will be there in about five minutes. Please stay on the line."
"Just send them, now." Then Ricky hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, then went over to Amy. "It is ok; the cops will be here soon and will find John."
Amy leaned on Ricky, sobbing harder, and rocking slightly. "John…" She cried into Ricky's shirt.
Ricky nodded and stroked her hair softly. "Don't worry; I will make sure that we find him." He wore and kept rocking her and stroking her hair.
About three minutes later, there were sirens down the street, getting ever so closer. In thirty seconds, there was the screech of tires, then a knock on the door.
Ricky was about to get up to open the door, but Amy was still crying on him and he had to comfort him.
There was another walk, then the door knob turned and there were three pairs of feet running up the front stairs to John's room. Then the door flung open, almost hitting Ricky's back in the process.
Two of the three policemen started searching the room quickly, looking under the crib, pillows, blankets, every little thing in the room. The third one walked over to Ricky and Amy. He squatted down close to them. "Are you the couple whose kid was kidnapped?"
Amy kept her head down, crying hard still. "We are the parents, not the couple." She managed to get out threw the sobs.
Ricky tried to clear it up. "We are not a "couple" but I am the father, and she is the mother. Will you find our kid or will you just keep talking to us?" He asked, standing up, in the cops face.
The policeman squinted his eyes. "Do you want to get out of my face, or will I have to arrest you for harassment to a police officer?" He questioned in his deep voice.
Ricky tilted his head challengingly, but before he could say something, the door swung open and it hit the cop to the floor with a noise of shock.
Ben was the person in the door. He looked at Amy, then ran to her side. "What did Ricky do to you?" He looked at Amy, her shirt stained with tears, and streams of tears running down her face. When he turned to look at Ricky, he saw the cop. "Oh!" He ran to his side. "I'm sorry, sir. Are you ok?" He asked, helping him up.
With a huff, the policeman stood up and pushed Ben to the side.
The two cops that were searching walked up to the third cop and whispered in his ear. The third cop nodded and looked at Amy, Ben, and Ricky. "I'm sorry, but we can't help find your son."