Oh my gosh I am so so sorry for the lack of updates! School got to me, but now it's holidays, I am hoping to keep updating this story, and I have even started another fanfic! Enjoy the chapter! Keep rating and reviewing!

Clayton smiled as he stepped off the plane in Austin, Texas. This could be my big chance. He thought to himself, taking in the area. He walked into the airport and collected his luggage before making his way outside to the front of the airport to catch a taxi to his hotel. All he knew was there were some really good basketball players in Austin, and he knew some of them had the potential to be worth millions. Not only did he need the money, but he wanted to help these guys. Most of them were living in poverty and didn't have much else to do but play basketball. All they needed now was an agent.

After meeting a few of the guys, Clay decided to go and visit one last guy, his name was Riley. Clay didn't really see much in the other guys, but he thought Riley had the most potential from seeing videos and pictures of him online. He was the perfect player, and Clay was going to do everything he could to become Riley's agent. Clay walked up to the porch of Riley's house. He glanced around the yard, which was covered in garbage, old furniture and scrap metal, and in the middle of it all was a basketball hoop. Clay smiled. This guy definitely needs this. Clay thought to himself before knocking on the front door. He heard some yelling, and then a tall figure emerged from the house. It appeared to be Riley.

"Can I help you?" Riley asked Clay.

"In fact, yes you can. I'm Clayton Evans, I'm a sports agent from Tree Hill. I've seen you play basketball, and I think you really have potential."

"I know." Riley replied.

Great, I have a self obsessed guy on my hands. Clay moaned to himself.

"Well, anyway. I was wondering if you wanted to have a chat about signing with me. I can get you into a smaller league at first, and then I think you could work up to the NBA." Clay said, smiling.

"Who says I can't start with the NBA?"
"Well if you want the truth, you're good, really good. But you're not ready for the NBA quite yet. Come on, at least think about it. I think you could do wonders in the smaller leagues."
"Okay, I'll think about it. But I have one condition if I sign with you."

"Anything."
"You have to move to Texas, and I will only play in Texas. I know the story; Tree Hill's your home. I've heard it all before. But Austin is my home; I have my family to think about as well as me."

"Um, wow. I know you said you've heard it all before. But listen to me. Me and my girlfriend have been going through a rough time. She's had some guy trying do god knows what to her, we have a baby on the way, and our house was wrecked and only recently fixed, and we're almost in debt. But I can't tell her that, she relies on me to be the man of the family. Like I said, you have potential, but I also need the money, so please, you know I can't move to Texas. But I assure you, if you want to only play in Texas, then that's what you'll get."

"Well then I'm sorry, I need an agent I can rely on. I guess you just aren't the one if you aren't willing to move to Texas."
"Okay, I tell you what. I'll talk to my girlfriend about it. So that's an 'I'll think about it'."

"Hope to hear from you soon." Riley replied, closing the door on Clay.

Just as Clay started to walk down the street, he heard his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Haley calling.

"Hey Haley." Clay said into the phone.

"Clay, I don't know where Quinn is!" Haley cried.

"What do you mean?" A worried Clay replied.

"I went to the house and she wasn't there! And then I found a syringe on the floor in the lounge room."
"Oh my gosh, It has to be Jason! I'm coming home Haley as soon as I can! Did you try calling her?"
"Yes, I called her mobile, the hospital and I even checked at the gallery and Brooke's house. She's no where to be found!"

"Okay Hales, call the police, I'll catch the earliest plane back to Tree Hill."
"Clay please hurry!" Haley replied, just as Clay hung up.

"You are such an idiot. Is this the best you could do? Kidnap me? Before long people will realize I'm gone, and they'll come looking for me. And when the police catch you, I'll be free of all your crap!" Quinn screamed, trying to untie her hands from behind her back.

"Yes, you may be right. But they aren't going to catch me, and anyway, I am going to get our baby out of you one way or another."
"Your baby? It's Clay's baby! And you are not getting anywhere near my baby!"

"Oh but it is my baby. Ever since you killed our baby when we were in Africa, you owe me something. And now I've discovered what. You owe me one baby. Oh and what a coincidence, you're pregnant! So I guess that baby is mine."
"Killed? I didn't kill our baby, I miscarried!"
"Well I think I recall you killing those so called 'poachers' who actually turned out to be innocent tourists."

"Don't you dare bring this on me! I did my time, and NO ONE can find out about this."
"Oh, but they will. I left a message on your home phone saying exactly where I am holding you hostage. Clay will find it, he will have to be the 'hero' and come and save you. I'll tell him everything, and then he will leave you, or I'll kill him, whichever comes first. And that leaves him out of the picture. Then I'll get my baby out, and consider killing you. Choices, choices." Jason said, pacing slowly around the large warehouse.

"Wow, you really think Clay is going to believe you?"
"Well either that or, I kill him."

"Okay well, what about this. How are you planning on getting this baby out?"

"Duh, I'll cut it out. And I thought you had brains."
"Oh trust me, I do have brains. You do realize if you cut this baby out, it won't survive? Leaving you with nothing."
"You'll also have nothing. It's a win-win situation. But for now…" Jason pulled out a gun from his coat and pointed it at Quinn's arm, then pulled the trigger.

Clay ran into the beach house, tossing all his bags into the bedroom before quickly running around the lounge looking for more evidence. Before long, he realized there was a message on the answering machine. Tossing up whether he had time to check it, thinking it may be important; he decided he would check it. Besides, there wasn't much else he could do but wait for the police to do their job. Clay didn't even know for sure if Jason was involved, it still could all be a misunderstanding. Clay walked over to the answering machine and pushed the 'play' button.

Looking for something Clay? Maybe something, or someone, called Quinn? Well, next time you should keep a better eye on her. You have one hour to come and convince me to let her go before I take the baby and kill her. I suppose I will tell you where we are; otherwise you have no way of finding her. So you know where the old Walmart warehouse is? Well that's where we are. You better hurry, time is running out. Tick tock tick tock.

Oh my gosh. Clay thought to himself while running around the room searching for his car keys. As soon as he found them, he rushed outside towards his car on the search for Quinn.

"Oh crap, why the hell did you do that?" Quinn asked Jason as she gasped for air.

"To torture you. Like you did to me. You know what? I believed you. When you said you were going to divorce your husband for me. But you betrayed me. And that really hurt me. So I'm going to hurt you." Jason replied.

Quinn held her hand to the bullet wound, trying to keep the blood from flowing out. She winced in pain as she held onto her large belly. She kept quiet, and then heard a car pull up.

"Well, well. Looks like we have a visitor." Said Jason, walking over to the door of the warehouse, and opened the door to a very worried Clay, who went racing over to Quinn's side.

"Quinn are you okay? We have to get you out of here!" Clay said as he helped Quinn up.

"Not so fast. You didn't think I would let you go that easily?" Jason asked.

"That was the deal!" Clay yelled.

Jason laughed. "That was just a trap to get you here. I think Quinn has something to tell you."

"No I don't!"

"Well looks like I'll have to tell him. You may want to take a seat, on the floor perhaps?" Jason said as Clay stayed standing. "Fine." Jason continued. "You know how I met Quinn in Africa? Well a little more happened than Quinn told you."

"A little more?"
"Yes… actually, a lot more." Jason continued. "Firstly, Quinn isn't the innocent girl she says she is." Jason threw Clay a folder containing news articles and clippings. Clay flipped through the articles, his face getting more and more shocked after each article he saw.

"Qu… Quinn? You've killed people before?"

"I'm sorry…" Quinn trailed off as the tears fell from her eyes.

"I can't believe you lied to me."
"I never wanted to hurt you. Honesty is a big deal to me, I know, but this is my past. You are my future!"

"I don't know what the truth is anymore, Quinn. I don't even know you right now."

Clay knew he was being harsh. He loved Quinn, but he could hardly look her in the eyes after what he had read.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Clay asked Quinn.

Quinn nodded. "I… I have been pregnant before."
"Wha… what?" Clay asked, confused.

"I was in love."
"With… with Jason?"
"Yes." Quinn cried, collapsing into a ball on the ground, still clutching at the bullet wound in her left arm.

"I can't do this."

"What do you mean 'you can't do this?'" Quinn asked Clay.

Clay responded. "Lies. Us. Everything."
"Enough of the love fest already." Jason butted in. Quinn and Clay had forgotten they weren't actually going anywhere. "Have you forgotten something? I am in charge here. This baby is going to be mine, whether or not you two like it." Jason held the gun up towards Clay, and much to Quinn's dismay, Clay ran towards Jason, knocking him to the ground before he could make a shot. Quinn was screaming as Clay threw continuous punches towards Jason's head. While Quinn watched on, she rummaged through her pocket looking for her phone, then dialed '911' into the keypad.

"You are not going to have my baby!" Clay yelled, punching Jason in the face.

"That's what you think!" Jason replied, flipping Clay over before punching him over and over.

"This is my life, and you are not ruining it for me!" Clay yelled, then reached for the gun that had been dropped on the ground, and pointed it towards Jason's head. "I've already had one person taken from my life before. And I'm not ready to lose another."

"Ugghh, Clay! I.. I think… oh my gosh." Quinn hardly finished her sentence before she collapsed.

"Quinn!" Clay cried, before realizing if he helped her, they would never get away from Jason.