A/N I really shouldn't be doing this right now because I have to read about 40 more pages of a book for tomorrow and I have to annotate and in addition to really goo annotations I have to have 5-15 questions that are focused on things we have talked about in class, but I would much rather do this, and I'm sure you guys have no objections to me posting!

This chapter is definitely a cliffy so please don't hate me. I will try to post tomorrow but since it is a Friday that may not happen just because Friday's tend to be surprisingly busy for me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It (like duh, I mean honestly, who would think that the person who owns any tv show or movie or book would come on to release a story when they could make real money and publish it, like seriously...)

We drove for a really long time, and the car was really dark. After about an hour, I fell asleep.

I woke up but didn't really know how long I was sleeping. The van stopped and the door opened. Someone crawled in and untied Jack. With how strong Jack is, there were 3 men holding him.

I waited to be taken out of the car and follow Jack, but I wasn't. I sat there for 30 minutes before somebody came and took me out. He grabbed my arm and lead me through some sort of warehouse.

There were boxes and things everywhere. I tried to remember our path in case I ever got a chance to run, but there was no way I would be able to remember all the twists and turns.

We walked into a hallway and passed a few doors. We stopped at what looked like a cell of some sort. The door was open and the man holding me said, "Wait here."

He pushed me in and I hit the ground with my face.

"Kim!" Jack ran to my side. He saw my gag and tried to untie it.

"This is really tight Kim," he observed. He moved down to my hands and untied those, so at least I could move a little better.

After a few more minutes, I was finally free to speak.

"Jack! What are we going to do?" I quickly asked.

"I don't know Kim. Are you sure you don't know what is going on?"

"Yes! No one is telling me a thing!"

"Well, there has to be a way out," he started as he looked around.

The cell was pretty empty. It looked almost identical to a real jail cell. There was one bed with a thin mattress and blanket, no pillow. There were no windows, cinder blocks and cement made up the entire walls, ceiling, and flooring.

Jack finished looking around and looked at me. He engulfed me in a hug and I laid in his arms, still wondering what to do.

I hadn't even realized that I was crying until Jack wiped away my tears.

"We'll be okay Kimmy."

I looked up at his face and for some reason knew he was right, just by looking at him. He had such comfort in his deep eyes, I felt like I could trust him with anything.

He leaned in and I felt our lips collide. We pulled apart and Jack hugged me tighter as I rest my head on his chest.

Five minutes later, the door was unlocked and opened. I looked and saw a few men standing in the doorway. I scooted back and asked, "What do you want?"

They completely ignored me and one of them grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. Jack held my waist and I was now the rope of a tug-of-war battle.

"Let go of her," the man said to Jack.

Jack ignored him and adjusted his grip. The man let go, then slapped me in the face, hard.

"Let go," he repeated. "Or I won't hesitate to do that again."

Jack quickly let go and the man pulled me up and we left the cell. We walked to the part of the warehouse I hadn't been yet. When we got to another room he stopped and let go, but didn't leave my side.

Just then someone walked in. He looked like the Leader, considering he had two people following him as he walked in, and he took a seat right in front of me.

"I'm not asking again! What do you people want with me, who are you, and what is going on?" I yelled. (Hence the title ;)

"So it's true," He calmly stated. "She doesn't know who she is."

"Who I am? What do you mean, who am I?" I asked.

"Ah, you are Kimberly Crawford of course!" he said. I know I'm Kimberly Crawford, it's my own name, duh.

"But, that is more than you think," he continued. "You are here because I need something."

"Take it! I don't have very much money, but you can have it! Just let me go!" I told him.

"You don't have very much money you say? I find that hard to believe. You see, that is exactly why you are here. I need money."

"Well I don't have money," I repeated. "Why not kidnap someone who is rich?"

"An excellent point! That is why, after years of planning, the time has come for you to help me."

"But I'm not rich!" I shouted I was furious. Why was I really here? I do not have money to give him! Wait, did he say after years of planning? Years of prep work and I was the best he could come up with?

"But you are! And there are people who will pay to see you live past tomorrow!" He said, getting a little louder.

"Like a ransom? Who would pay a ransom for me? I'm just a 14-year-old girl!" I said.

"Trust me, they'll pay," he started.

"Listen, the government doesn't pay ransoms if you haven't heard!" I told him. Maybe he would let me go if he realized I wasn't the one he needed.

"I'll bet you they do, in secret. Which is exactly what this will be."

"Just tell me, who the heck is paying my ransom!" I demanded.

"Just-"

And it's over! Who do you think it is?

Q: What grade are you in?

A: I am a Freshman. If you aren't American, or you don't know what that is, it is just the first year of high school or the (pause as I slowly count with my fingers) 9th grade (longer pause before frowning at myself, realizing that if I just finished 8th grade last year, that means I am in 9th grade, and I already knew that and I didn't have to count and maybe I shouldn't be taking geometry and I should relearn Kindergarten math on Khan Academy...)