A/N Hi guys sorry about the delay in chapters. I never enteded to take so long between chapters espcially leaving this where I ended them in the last chapter. Enjoy the next chapter:

JR lay back as they X-rayed his hand. He tried to think of ways to get away from the Police officer that was sitting on the other side of the wall. He had overheard Angie and Jesse's conversation about his son and he needed to find out what was going on with him.

As the machines turned off and JR waited for an orderly he thought of every conceivable was to get away from his shadow. He could try and over take the officer maybe slam his head into a wall...but that would just get him in more trouble. Maybe he could tell the officer he had to use the bathroom and then….no that wouldn't work either there are no windows in the bathroom and besides it was a long fall from this floor to the ground. He could try and run away from the officer but that could just end up getting him shot. Maybe when he got back to the ER that incompetent Dr. Frankie Hubbard would leave him alone long enough to find a pair of doctor scrubs and he could sneak around the hospital unnoticed.

A voice cut through his thoughts, "Alright Mr. Chandler that's it. I'll get these films to Dr. Hubbard as soon as their processed." The X-ray tech helped JR down from the table and watched as the man sat down in the wheel chair. He pushed him into the hallway and stood next to JR wondering where the officer could be.

JR couldn't believe his luck the officer assigned to him seemed to have abandoned his post now he just needed to get the X-Ray technician to leave him alone.

As if God heard his request another orderly wheeled another patient up to them. The technician couldn't wait with JR anymore and told him to wait there for the officer.

JR laughed at how trusting the man was. Once both the orderly and the X-ray tech left him alone in the hallway he stood up out of the chair and made his way down the hallway. He could hear voices coming towards him and quickly ducked into one of the rooms.

He realized his good fortune when he found himself in the laundry room. He dug out a pair of clean scrubs and changed quickly. He looked out the door to make sure the coast was clear and then made his way towards the pediatric floor.

Down stairs Frankie stood in the middle of the exam room waiting for someone to return JR. He had just gotten the films back on his hand and thought for sure JR would be back in the room before he got there.

"Franklin where's JR?" Chief Hubbard's voice entered the room.

"I don't know Dad. His X-Ray's came back I'm waiting on your man to bring him back down. He should have been here already."

Jesse got a concerned look on his face and quickly pulled his cell phone from his jacket. He waited impatiently for the other person to answer. "Officer Rollins where are you with Chandler?" He listened to the young officers' frantic response. "What the hell were you thinking? I'll deal with you later." Jesse pressed the end button on his phone then got on the radio to all the units in the hospital, "I need a lockdown of Pine Valley Hospital. JR Chandler has escaped custody. Get me two units to the Pediatric waiting room I want a detail on Marissa Chandler and Bianca Montgomery."

"What happened Dad?" Frankie looked confused.

"Your orderly left JR in the hallway alone and my officer felt it was ok to take a break while waiting for him. He's nowhere to be found. I need to get upstairs." Jesse ran out of the room towards the elevator.

Bianca held tight to Marissa as the young mother laid her head in Bianca's lap. Her sobs had turned to soft tears as she mourned the loss of her son. Krystal sat next to the two women her hand gently caressing her daughters back.

Brooke held tight to Adam as the older man held his head in his hands. All he could think about was his grandson. That bright ray of light that had brought him so much joy these last few years was gone and it was his own son's fault. Frustrated and angry Adam stood up and ran out of the waiting room Brooke close behind.

Adam made his way down the halls and stopped in front of the chapel. He desperately wanted to go in there but something stopped him. Brook stood and watched the older man stand in front of the chapel doors just staring at them waiting for something to happen.

"Adam? Do you want to go in?" she asked him softly.

"No."

"It might help."

"What might help?" the anger began to fill him.

"Talking to God."

"Talking to God?" he spat out, "The same God that I begged and pleaded with to protect AJ? The God that promised us he would never give us more than we can handle? That God Brooke? Or should I talk to the God that everyone says is so loving and gracious! That God? How about the God that took my Grandson from me! How about I deal with him." Adam began to yell.

He pushed the doors to the chapel opening the doors. As he stared in he wanted to break something he needed something to unleash his anger on. He could see the Chaplin turn towards them. Without a second though he grabbed the Chaplin by his collar. "This is your fault! You and your Damn God!"

Brooke rushed over and tried to removed Adam's hands from the Chaplin. "Adam let him go!"

Adam shook the Chaplin and kept asking him Why over and over again.

The Chaplin was used to people like Adam. He was a recent transplant from New York City. His first assignment as Chaplin had been at a Hospital just blocks from ground zero. He had started just two weeks before September 11. He learned very quickly not to take family members reactions personally. Everyone handled grief differently. Women tended to go from denial to sorrow while men often turned to anger. He had come to Pine Valley shortly after the shooting had taken place but the second he arrived in this town he knew they had seen pain.

He lifted his hands and placed them on top of Adams wrists trying to comfort the old man standing before him. "Adam" he said calmly, "Is there something you would like to talk about?"

Adam shook him again, "Your God took my Grandson. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and he still took him."

The Chaplin moved his hand to Adam's shoulder. Each person he had encountered in a hospital Chapel at one point or another felt the same anger and despair that Adam was feeling. "I'm sorry for your loss Adam." In this case there were no other words that would provide this man with any kind of comfort.

Adam slowly let go of the other man's collar. He collapsed into the pew. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault God took my Grandson. I failed my Grandson because I turned my own son into a monster." Brooke held tightly to the man she had come to love so deeply as he allowed the grief to overtake him.

Adam's shoulders moved up and down as he sobbed. The Chaplin placed a hand on Adam's shoulder and he prayed for the older man, "Father I lift up Adam to you. He has a experience a loss so great that no person should ever have to face. It's time like this Lord that we don't understand you or your plans. We don't understand why a loving God would take a young boy from his family. Father I ask that you help Adam understand that this is not his fault that you didn't take his Grandson from him because of anything he did."

Adam was not a man who ever showed his emotions. To show your emotions was to show weakness and Chandlers were anything but weak. But there with just the Chaplin and Brooke he broke down begging God for an answer to a question that could never be answered, "Why?"

Jesse made his way down the hallway of the Pediatric floor. He could hear each of his footsteps echo beneath him. It was eerily quite as if everyone on this floor was afraid to make a sound or even take a breath.

He turned the corner and saw Angie leaning over the nurses' station her head lowered into her arms. He walked up to her and placed his arm around her shoulder, "Baby is everything ok? Was JR here?"

She looked up at him and instantly he knew. He saw her tear stained cheeks fresh tears threatening to break the surface of her eyes. He could see the pain and anguish in her chocolate brown eyes. He barely whispered to her, "AJ?"

She nodded her head confirming his worst fears. He pulled her close to him as she buried her face in to his chest crying for the little boy no one could save.

Marissa held tight to Bianca seeking some comfort in her loving embrace. She couldn't understand how things had gone so wrong so fast. One moment she and Bianca were melding their families into one mixed family filled with more love and joy than they had ever imagined. Then they were fighting for their lives and their family. Now one of their children was gone how were they going to get past this she wondered to herself.

"Bianca I need to be with my son." Marissa finally said to the other woman.

"Marissa not yet it's too soon."

"No" Marissa insisted "I need to be with him he can't be alone." Marissa pleaded with the other woman. "He hates to be alone."

"Ok 'Rissa let's go find Angie." Bianca pulled the other up off the floor and held her hand tightly as she led her out of the room.

Erica watched as her daughter stayed strong for Marissa. She saw that undeniable strength in her that only the Kane women possessed.

Bianca and Marissa walked hand in hand to find Angie. They were surprised to find her with Jesse. They watched as the two dropped their embrace and turned towards the women.

"I'm so sorry Marissa," was all the Jesse managed to say to the young red head.

She could only nod her head at him. He opened his arms to her and pulled her in to a deep embrace. He had no words of comfort to offer her he could only hold her and pray this was enough to give her a list a bit of comfort.

Marissa closed her eyes as the older black man held her tightly. His embrace reminded her so much of her adopted father's hugs…safe and warm. She opened her eyes and saw the form walking towards them.

A young man in green scrubs made his way down the hallway. His mouth was covered with a surgical mask and his hair covered in a surgeons cap. He had tried to conceal his identity from everyone but she knew better than anyone those hate filled eyes coming closer and closer to her.

She let out a soft gasp. Jesse backed away from her turning toward the stranger. He watched as JR tore the mask off his face.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY SON!" He screamed at them. "What did you do to my boy?"

He walked closer and closer to them the anger boiling inside him as they wouldn't tell him what he needed to know. Suddenly he saw the look in Marissa's eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks.

Jesse watched as the young man came towards them. He was surprised when JR stopped just a few feet away from them. Then he heard a familiar clicking sound. He quickly felt for his gun not finding it in its holster. He turned slightly looking at Marissa.

When Marissa saw JR walking towards them she quickly took Jesse's gun without him noticing. She saw JR come closer and closer to them. She heard the anger in his voice as he called out for her son. The son he was responsible for killing. She check to make sure the gun was loaded the slowly raised the gun to him. She aimed the gun at his chest.

Bianca watched in horror as Marissa pulled the trigger.