Sooooooooooo . . . the last chappy wasn't very nice. At all. I bet you were all wondering what was happening to Collins while the mean English guy was hurting Susie. Well, I'm not gonna tell you. You thought I was gonna tell you, didn't ya? I'M NOT! MWHAHA! I AM SO BAD! :P

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all, except the title and Matt. Those things belong to Gema227 and i'llbeyourcoat.

Alexander glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the police were gaining on him. He then looked back at Susie, who was still crying, and she looked back at him with an increasing amount of fear in her eyes.

"Listen up," Alexander said, now looking at Susie in the mirror. "If you want to live, you have to cooperate."

"Where's Collins?" Susie asked, her voice shaking.

"If you do what I tell you to, I'll take you to Collins."

"I don't trust you."

"Whether you trust me or not is your choice, but it's either that or you die. Take your pick." Susie fell silent. "That's what I thought. Now, here's what I want you to do . . ." Alexander gave Susie direct orders of what to do before pulling over. He then gave Susie a handkerchief. "No tears." Susie did her best to wipe her tears away as a police officer came to Alexander's window.

"Evening officer," Alexander greeted.

"Sir, would you step out of the car please?" the officer asked.

"I'm actually in a hurry. You see, my daughter back there is really anxious to get to her mother's house." Alexander lowered his voice to a whisper. "We're divorced."

"I see. I'm still gonna need you to step out of the car." Alexander sighed and did as the officer asked.

"Have I broken a law?" Alexander asked. The officer took a mug shot of Matt out of his pocket.

"Unless you're associated with this man and keep information from me, no," he replied, giving Alexander the mug shot. He watched as Alexander "studied" it. "Have you seen him at all?"

"No, not that I know of," Alexander lied. The officer looked in the car at Susie.

"Do you mind if I ask the same question to your daughter?" he asked. Alexander froze.

"That's not a problem is it?"

"No, not at all," Alexander said. The officer took the mug shot from him and opened the car door.

"Hi there little girl," the officer said.

"Hi," Susie said in a rather timid voice.

"Can you tell me if you've seen this man?" Susie looked at the mug shot and, though her mind was screaming YES AND HE'S GOT MY FRIEND, shook her head. "Are you sure?" Susie nodded, hugging her bear tighter than ever. The officer was about to leave when he noticed a few bruises on Susie's face and arm. "What's your name little girl?"

"Susie," Susie said in the same timid voice as before.

"Well, Susie, I'd like you to come with me for a moment." The officer took Susie by the hand and helped her out of the car.

"What are you doing?" Alexander asked.

"Have you been beating this child, sir?" the officer asked.

"Of course not."

"Well, I'd like to be sure. It won't take long." The officer, still holding Susie's hand, walked to his car. He put Susie in the passengers seat and knelt down. "Susie, could you tell me the truth please?"

"I did," Susie said, not making eye contact with him.

"Susie, I want the truth. Not what he told you to say." Susie was silent. "Susie? I'm trying to help you. And in order to do that you have to help me." Susie looked at him. "Will you help me?"

"I'm not supposed to say anything," Susie said.

"That's the only way I can help you." Susie fell silent again and looked away. "Can I ask you where those bruises came from?" Slowly turning her head so she was looking in the direction of Alexander, Susie started crying. The officer turned her head toward him and wiped some of her tears away. "Did he hit you?"

"Yes," Susie said, trying to stop her tears. "And he's not my dad."

"What is he to you?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you with him?"

"There are three guys that work for him and they kidnapped me and Collins."

"Who's Collins?"

"He's my friend. The three guys took him somewhere, but that guy over there won't tell me where he is." The officer looked over at Alexander then back at Susie.

"I'll ask you one more time," he said, holding the mug shot up so Susie could see it. "Have you seen this man?" Susie nodded.

"He's one of the kidnappers," she said. "The other two put Collins in a van and drove away."

"Do you remember what the van looks like?"

"Yeah. They put us both in it before." The officer nodded, turned around, and was instantly shot by Alexander, who had quietly and inconspicuously walked toward him. He then grabbed Susie by her hair again, dragged her to the back of his car, and put her in the trunk. A few seconds later Susie heard a drill and then saw the drill bit coming through the metal. She screamed and tried to move away from the sparks. A hole was soon made. Two more holes were made before the car started up again. Susie was more afraid than she'd ever been, but, because of the holes in the trunk, she could be sure of one thing.

She wasn't going to die. At least not yet.

"Maureen, are you sure this is the place?" Joanne asked, looking at the run down apartment building in front of them.

"I'm positive," Maureen replied. "I never forget where my ex-boyfriends live." Joanne restrained herself from starting an argument as she, Maureen, and the rest of the bohemians, as well as Linda, entered the apartment building, Maureen leading the way. Once they found the apartment they were looking for Maureen knocked on the door and a blonde guy opened the door.

"What do you want?" he said, staring at the seven people outside of the door.

"Hi, is Matt here?" Maureen asked.

"Who wants to know?"

"Maureen Johnson." The blonde guy stared at her. "Matt's ex-girlfriend."

"Oh. I remember you."

"You should. And I remember you. Jake right?"

"Yeah."

"So, is Matt here?"

"Nope."

"Do you know where he is?" Roger asked.

"Nope."

"Are you just saying 'nope' to get us to go away?" Mark asked.

"Yup."

"Well, it's not gonna work," Mimi said. "We'll stay here all night if we have to."

"Why do you wanna know where he is?" Jake asked, getting irritated.

"Becau-" Joanne started.

"I wanna get back together with him!" Maureen interrupted. Joanne glared at her, but managed to keep quiet.

"That's not gonna happen," Jake said.

"Why not?" Maureen asked.

"He's got a new girlfriend."

"So what? Just tell me where he is and we'll see which one of us he likes better."

"No."

"Why not?" Angel asked.

"He doesn't want people to know where he is," Jake replied.

"Why?" Linda asked.

"I don't know why," Jake said. Angel and Linda walked in front of everyone else.

"Look here, Jake," Angel began, "either you tell my friend where Matt is," she took a pocket knife out of her pocket, "or sing it . . . in a very high soprano voice." Linda grabbed Jake and held him still.

"You've got until the count of three," she said. "One . . . two . . . th-"

"Okay, okay!" Jake yelled.

"Where is he?" Angel asked.

"I don't know where he is, but I took a message from some Alexander guy and when I gave it to him he left. That's all I know."

"Do you still have the message?" Linda asked. Jake nodded as Linda let him go. He then went to get the message while Angel put her pocket knife away.

"Angel, why do you carry a pocket knife around?" Joanne asked.

"Sweetie, a drag queen can never be too careful," Angel replied as Jake returned with a piece of paper. He gave it to Linda and she and the bohemians left the building.

"Oh my God," Linda said, looking at the paper.

"What is it?" Angel asked concernedly.

"It's some sort of . . . schedule."

"'Schedule?'" Mimi repeated.

"Yeah. There's a bunch of cities on it," Linda said. "Half of these aren't even in New York."

"Where are they?" Roger asked.

"Maine," Linda replied.

"Maine!?" everyone shouted.

"Um . . . yes?" Linda said.

"Let me see that," Maureen said, taking the paper from Linda. She stared at it for a moment. "Does this mean the kidnappers are going to all of these places?"

"It might," Joanne replied, looking at the paper over Maureen's shoulder.

"We need to get that to the police or something," Mark suggested.

"No," Angel said.

"'No?'" Mimi repeated.

"Yes, no."

"Don't you wanna get Collins back?" Roger asked.

"And I'm pretty sure Linda wants to get Susie back," Mark added.

"You know I do, but I don't wanna have to wait," Angel replied.

"Are you suggesting going to find them ourselves?" Joanne asked. Angel simply nodded.

Collins had been sitting in the back of the van for what seemed like hours. It was dark so he couldn't see anything. He just felt pain. The pain of brass knuckles that he felt just minutes ago when he managed to open the back doors of the van after it came to a stop. If he hadn't have tripped he'd probably be free right now. Part of him cursed his feet to the deepest and darkest pits of hell, but the other part was somewhat glad he didn't escape.

If I'm free, what'll happen to Susie? he thought. Then something in his mind clicked. He was scared and alone. He was in the back of a van with three men, who had guns, in the front of it and absolutely no say of what happened to him.

The van stopped and the engine turned off. Collins held his breath as the doors opened. Jack and Nick climbed into the back of the van, grabbed him, and threw him out of the van to the ground. Matt kicked him in his side, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Matt-" Lisa didn't finish her sentence before Nick grabbed her and pulled her into the building beside them. Matt then turned Collins onto his back and punched him as hard as he could repeatedly in the stomach...while wearing the brass knuckles that Collins despised. The blows knocked the wind out of him and, while trying desperately to catch his breath, Matt and Jack dragged him into the building.

The three other men besides Matt, Jack, and Nick was the first thing Collins noticed. One of the newfound men opened a door, allowing Matt and Jack to throw Collins down the stairs behind it. As Collins tumbled down the stairs, he hit his head off of five of them.

He landed face first on the cold, hard floor at the bottom of the stairs and just lied there. He unsuccessfully tried to take deep breaths. Inhaling was easy, but when he exhaled tears fell from his eyes and it wasn't long before he was full-out crying. He cried because of the pain. He cried because he could only imagine what was happening to Susie. He cried because he didn't know if he'd ever see his Angel again.

And he cried because for the first time in his life, he felt completely helpless.

Well . . . that last part was very depressing to write. :-( Review if you please.