Part 2 baby.

Earlier That Day

"Hon, have you seen this email?" Vicki called from the bedroom.

Judd popped his head around the corner and saw his wife sitting cross legged on their bed with their laptop in front of her and a furrowed brow.

"What email?" he asked, going around and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over her shoulder at the screen.

"This one," she asked, pointing at the screen. The title read "Please Help!"

"Oh that one," he replied, "Yeah I saw it."

Vicki was scanning the email with her eyes when she frowned, "Judd, this is a plea for help from some believers in Wisconsin. Why is it in the trash folder?"

"Because it reeks of a trap, Vick." he replied.

"A trap?" Vicki spat, "How exactly does it reek of a trap?"

"C'mon Vick, it's the perfect way to lure us right into the GC's open hands, besides, I have a bad gut feeling about it." he said frowning.

"But it could be a legitimate cry for help!" she exclaimed, "There could be believers in danger, don't you even want to try and find out?"

"Vick, we've been married four days, if these were normal circumstances, we'd still be on our honeymoon."

"But these aren't normal circumstances, Judd." Vicki shouted, standing up, "These are dark days! There are people who could be counting on us to help them survive!"

"Or there could be people who want to capture us and take our heads off!" he retorted, standing as well.

Vicki let out a groan of frustration, "Judd, when you were in Israel, I responded to calls just like these and they were all legitimate and look I'm still alive!"

"Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way!" Judd yelled.

"You are impossible!" she cried.

"I'm not, I just don't want to have to see you on television getting executed!" he argued.

"So you're not coming then?" she asked, raising an eye brow.

"No!" he exclaimed.

Vicki turned on her heel and stomped to the door.

"Wait, what!?" he cried grabbing her by the arm, "You're not going!"

"Let go of me!" Vicki shouted, slapping his hand away.

"Vicki, please." he said, eyes pleading, "Please, at least give it some thought."

"Fine! I won't go!" she shouted, throwing her arms in the air, "I guess I'll just let them suffer."

As she stormed from the room he called after her sarcastically, "I guess you don't love me anymore huh?"

"I still love you, you idiot." she called back, "I just don't like you very much right now."

Vicki huffed out to the back of the house and sat heavy on a log, crossing her arms and glaring at an innocent bird who was pecking at some leaves. How could he be so heartless! She thought. She remembered all the times that she and Shelly and Conrad had ventured around the states responding to messages from Christians. Sure it had been dangerous work, but God had always had their backs and they always returned safely. Even when they had fallen into traps like with Chris Traiken, they had always been delivered safely from it. She knew that Judd wasn't really heartless. She knew he felt just like she felt. Tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of always being prepared for the worst. All either of them wanted was to just settle down, stop running and just spend some quality time together. A candlelit dinner, a romantic walk somewhere, a long lie-in on a weekend, but none of that was going to be happening anytime soon. Vicki knew that getting married wouldn't be a walk in the park. She just couldn't believe that their first fight, as husband and wife had already happened. It worried her. She and Judd had a past and a history that involved a lot of fighting. They were both strong, bold and courageous people. When they worked together they were an unstoppable force, when they were separated, things turned ugly. She didn't want to fight with him, she hated it. She loved him so much that fighting with him killed her. She knew he loved her just the same, and she knew he just didn't want to lose her. But what if people were really in trouble? What if people were counting on them to save them? What if there were unbelievers among them that needed to hear the truth before it was too late? She dropped her head in her hands and sighed. God, what am I supposed to do?

Judd paced back and forth on the bedroom floor that he was worried he might wear a hole in the carpet. Was she crazy? No, he knew Vicki, she wasn't crazy. She was crazily compassionate, insanely courageous and ridiculously faithful. They were three of the traits he loved about her. She cared more about others than she did her own safely. Why did she have to be so wonderful? Judd felt selfish. He didn't want her to go, he didn't want to have to lose her. He knew what would happen though, he'd give in, and he would never in a million years let her go alone. She would win, and he would go along with her. He'd rather them both captured than have her go alone, even if he did believe that the message was a hoax. We are always better together, he thought. He took a deep breath. He had to do it, he had to go with her. They'd go, follow the directions given to them, and just trust God again, praying that he'd protect them from any danger. Judd sighed and walked to the door.

"Vick," he called, expecting to see her moping in the kitchen. But she wasn't there.

Judd frowned. Where did she go?

He checked the living room. She wasn't there.

"Vick, where are you?" He called, his heart beating faster.

He walked around the back of the house. She was nowhere to be seen.

Surely she wouldn't just wander off. He thought.

He was feeling nervous now. Where could she have gone? Then he noticed something in the back yard. Near a log. A necklace. Vicki's necklace. The one he gave her when they first were reunited after he returned from Israel. Lying in the dirt. His heart began pounding in his head.

"Vicki. This isn't funny!" he cried, his voice noticeably shaking, picking up the gold chain.

He was feeling short of breath, his heart was thumping, his mouth was bone dry. Where was she? Had she wandered off? Had someone snatched her? Surely not that quickly. Suddenly he heard a scream coming from the bushes down from the house. It sounded like… no.

"Vicki!" he cried, starting off at a run toward where the voice was coming from. It felt as though he was running for hours. Every scream was like a dagger in his heart and he sound made his skin crawl, he blinked back tears as he ran. He stopped when he heard an engine. He whipped his head around and on the horizon he saw it. A GC van taking off and speeding down the street. He knew in his gut what had happened. They had her. The GC had Vicki.

Oh dear. What now? Tune in next time! :)

PS. Do you ever just listen to a song and it just reminds you of a fictional pairing so much it hurts? Yeah well listen to "Safe to Believe" by Delta Goodrem. It gives me unlimited Judd/Vicki feels.