Okay, so I do admit that I think that my chapters have been getting a little off topic. Hmm maybe that's why the last chapter didn't get so many reviews. Sorry readers. Blame my ADD.

Anyway. On with the story. Enjoy!

"Do you, Camille?" Logan asked again. Camille was silent. Logan sighed, knowing the answer was no. "Never mind," he said, feeling embarrassed. "It was stupid. Must be the head injury."

Then, Camille did something he wasn't expecting. She cupped his face in her hands, and pulled him into a kiss.

"Um," a voice said in the doorway. Camille quickly separated from Logan.

"Mom!" Logan exclaimed, slightly embarrassed. His cheeks were turning red, he could feel it.

She stood there, slightly speechless. She finally spoke up. "Um...the urgency outweighs the awkwardness." Two cops walked in behind her. "They need you to tell them what happened. Mr. Garcia went to go look for Carlos. He should be here too."

"He's with the guys...getting some food," he said while periodically glancing at the cops. Logan knew that the possibility of the attack was a 50/50 chance, but would the police investigate something that just looked like a mugging gone wrong?

"Do you want me to leave?" Camille asked, a look of concern filled her eyes.

Logan shook his head and grabbed her hand. "I want you here." Logan's eyebrows scrunched together as a sudden pain filled his head. He put a hand on his head, hoping that no one noticed his sudden change in demeanor. Carlos and his father walking in served as a distraction.

Carlos approached Logan's bed. "Are we giving a statement?" His voice was full of disappointment.

Logan nodded. "Sorry, buddy." He patted Carlos' shoulder.

The two cops took a seat. The older one started the questions. "So we'll ask Logan what happened first." He turned to look Logan in the eyes. "Start from the beginning."

Logan inhaled deeply. He looked at Carlos and Camille before speaking. "I-it happened kinda fast. I was walking when I felt someone grab me. He pulled behind a few trees because Carlos was coming our direction. A-another guy punched Carlos in the face." Carlos subconsciously brought a hand to his jaw, where a healing bruise resided. Logan continued. "So I tried to attack him...but the first guy, the one that grabbed me, he caught me before I could do anything. He threw me on the ground and started ch-choking me. I thought he'd kill me but Carlos begged him to stop and he did. Then, the other guy pulled out a knife and st-stabbed Carlos instead." At that point, Logan had been practically babbling. He took a deep breath as he finished his statement. "Th-that's all I remember. I didn't see their faces."

The cop gave a reassuring smile. "You did great, kid." He turned to Carlos. "Do you have anything to add from that story?" Carlos quickly shook his head, hating to hear the recounting of that story. He had nothing else to say. What else could he add? Oh by the way, Officer. After the guys stabbed me, they bashed Logan's head into the sidewalk, then ran away like little girls.

Wait. They ran. But into a car. Carlos had a light bulb moment. "Um, actually, I do." The officer urged him to speak up. "I-I don't know if this'll help or not, but when the guys ran away, they got into a car. It was blue. A Nissan hatchback, I think. It was dark, you know?"

Once again, the cop reassured him. "Every bit of evidence counts. That may help narrow our search down. You boys did good." He and his partner stood up to leave. "If you remember anything else," he pulled out a business card, "call the precinct. "Ask for Officer Sloan."

Carlos graciously took the card. "Thanks, Officer Sloan. We will." Mr. Garcia walked with the two cops as they walked out. Whatever he was saying, everyone knew that it was a secret between him and the cops.

Camille noticed Logan groan in pain. "Logan? Are you okay?" Once again, Camille's demeanor was laced with concern.

"Yeah," he lied, while shifting in a comfortable position on the bed. "Just a little tired, you know? I guess talking about that night just exhausted me." Logan looked Camille right in her eyes when he said that. His head was hurting, but he wouldn't want them worry.

"Maybe you need some sleep," Joanna said, not believing her son for a second.

Logan nodded. He didn't disagree with that. This headache was probably just from stress. Once he woke up, he'd be fine.

Once Logan had fallen asleep, Carlos and Camille left Joanna alone with her son. They sure enough, found Kendall, James, and Amirah right where Carlos left them. In the cafeteria. James flirting with the blond girl behind the cash register. Kendall and Amirah sat at a table, making fun of James and the food. It was all the same. Well, maybe not all the same. When Carlos left, there was an Asian behind the cash register.

Carlos and Camille approached Kendall and Amirah's table and sat with them. "Girl number two?" Carlos asked.

Kendall shook his head. "Three," he said while holding up three fingers.

Carlos raised one eyebrow.

"There was another girl," Amirah said. "She was selling desserts for some fundraiser." Amriah chuckled. "Dessert girl was girl number two."

Carlos rolled his eyes. Camille laughed.

"How was Logan. What happened during the whole questioning thing?" Kendall asked them.

Camille sighed. "We're worried about him." Kendall's big eyebrows rose. "He gave his statement, which went okay. He was a little shaken up. So was Carlos. But after the questioning, he just seemed a little off. He said he was just tired, but you know Logan."

Kendall sighed as he nodded. "Let's hope that for once, it's us overreacting, and him telling the truth." Usually, Logan was always quick to overreact to any injury his friends got, especially when they tried to hide it from him.

James approached the group with a sad look on his face and a meatball sub. "Someone's off their game," Camille said while smiling.

"I don't do well when I stressed!" James snapped, trying to defend himself. He took a big bite out of his oversized sandwich and gave his friends the evil eye.

Martin was in his car. He was given another assignment, and the thought of him doing anything else to hurt those boys just killed him. But he had to keep his daughter safe. It's his fault that his daughter was pulled into this mess. It was his fault that those boys were in the hospital. Everything was his fault.

He was told to head to the Palm Woods. The home of the future famous. Every teenager's dream.

He parked his car and sighed as he viewed the pictures and names related to his assignment, even though he was really after one person, Carlos Garcia. But his so-called friend told Martin to scare him a little by going after those close to him. Logan Mitchell. Check.

Kendall Knight and James Diamond were also on the list. Their picture taken of them from the Palm Woods park.

He headed to the park, hoping he'd know of what to do. He sat on the park bench, scanning the crowd of kids.

One person caught his eye. A small brunette girl with puppy dog eyes walking with her chubby red headed friend. She reminded him of his daughter. They were somewhat close to him, so he heard their conversation. Of course in would be about the boys.

"I've been to the hospital once," she said. "My mom doesn't want me there right now. Too much going on. I know cops were there today. I'm really scared for them you know. Especially after what Mr. Garcia said."

Garcia. That name started everything. "Hey kids," he called out to them. The girl looked to her friend, and hesitantly, they walked over to him. "I'm new here. Looking around," he lied. "You're close with Big Time Rush, right?"

They nodded. "I'm Kendall's sister," the brunette said.

"Oh yeah?" the man said, suddenly interested as if he didn't know that fact already. "And what's your name?"

"Katie," the girl said. "Katie Knight."

Katie. What have we told you about Stranger Danger?

Okay, hopefully I now put the story back on topic again, cuz if not, then wow that sucks.

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