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All three boys trudged silently back to the Palm Woods, quiet and out of sync without their raven haired friend.

As soon as they reached the apartment, Kendall stalked to his room and closed the door without even a 'good night'. Katie and Mama Knight watched him go, worried, and turned to the two other boys with their arms crossed and expectant looks upon their faces.

Both James and Carlos looked over at each other, heaved a heavy sigh, then headed towards their friends room.

"Kendall?" James knocked while Carlos nervously waited behind him, bouncing from one foot to the other in anticipation.

"Go away," came their friends muffled response.

James rolled his eyes and opened the door, revealing Kendall on Logan's bed lying face down with his head muffled into his boyfriends pillow. "Dude, you are such a drama queen."

Carlos laughed and stepped inside with James, taking a seat next to the tall boy who had settled onto Kendall's bed. "Yeah. Your acting worse than when James's micro-exfoliating Cuda product got discontinued."

James scoffed, "That product was a God send!"

"It's secret ingredient was Mercury!"

"It made my face look like an Angel!"

"Guys!" Kendall interjected. He sighed as he sat up. "I really appreciate what you're trying to do...I think...but I'm not going to get any sleep tonight without Logan here. But that doesn't mean that you two shouldn't. We have a big show tomorrow and the last thing our fans need is for all four of us to be barely functioning on stage."

"But-" Carlos started.

"No. Go get some sleep. I'll be fine. Really." James and Carlos looked at each other, uncertainty etched on their faces, but resigned and headed towards their room, mumbling good nights to Kendall as he settled into Logan's bed with his sisters PSP in hand.

A few minutes later, as James began gathering his products for his nightly cleansing ritual, he turned to Carlos and asked, "Did you notice Logan at dinner?"

Carlos shrugged and began to take off his shirt. "No. Notice what?"

"How Logan looked after-" James sentence died when he turned to look at his friend. Shirtless, Carlos had always been blessed with a great body. By being in constant motion he had gained muscle in all the right places. James would be lying if he didn't find himself checking out his friend more and more. He would just kept that tidbit to himself for now though.

But, what he was noticing now wasn't the way Carlos's muscles moved as he searched for an undershirt for bed, or how lickable his abs were when he reached up to slide that shirt on. What he noticed were the splotches that covered his arm also made appearances on his his shoulders and one streak below his belly button.

"James? After what James?" Carlos inquired, looking at his friend confused as he started undoing his pants.

Carlos's confusion only grew when James was all of a sudden inches away from him, running a hand along his abdomen. The sudden closeness made him stop undressing, not sure what his friend was about to do. He tensed when James warm hand stopped on the black streak Carlos just could not get rid of in the shower.

"Is that...paint?" James asked, breaking Carlos out of his trance.

It took a couple of tries, but finally he choked out, "Oh uh yeah. I was trying new tricks for Extreme Rollerblade Skateboard Lunging. I fell into some paint Bob was using on the pool shed."

"Oh." James answered, not entirely convinced, but as Carlos quickly turned away from him to continue getting ready for bed, he decided to let the topic drop...for now.

Resigned, he continued gathering his products, wishing that he could just pull Carlos in his arms and get him to tell him the truth in an entirely different and actually more fun way. Then after he would lay with him and do and say all the things he learned during those hours reading the romance novels he came to love.

Instead he left the room to shower.

Yeah. Kendall wasn't the only one not getting any sleep tonight.

James glanced worriedly over at Kendall. He hadn't been kidding when he said he wouldn't sleep. He was currently past out against the window of the limo, one hand limp while the other clutched his iPhone. Earlier, during breakfast, when Carlos asked if he had heard from Logan, Kendall nearly snapped his head off with a stern no.

The answer only made James more nervous.

They arrived at The Troubadour concert hall about two hours before the show to rehearse and get hair and make up done. When the limo came to a stop, James nudged his passed out friend, barely getting the sentence, "We're here," out before Kendall was jumping out of the limo, walking fast towards the entrance.

James and Carlos sighed, then followed behind at a slower pace with their parents in tow.

When they got back stage Gustavo walked over to them, glancing at their outfits. Brooke stood next to them, arms crossed and waiting for his comments.

James was adorned in tight black jeans with a white button up. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and he was wearing a thin black tie.

Carlos wore navy blue jeans. His chest was covered with a gray t-shirt with black designs on it. He also wore some black rope bracelets.

Kendall wore tight black jeans as well. His shirt was white and long sleeved up to his elbows and it opened at the chest with buttons along one side of the slit.

"Acceptable." Gustavo finally stated.

James, Carlos and Brook all began to argue with him, explaining at once that the outfits were awesome. After a moment Gustavo cut them off with a hand to their faces. "Where is my fourth dog?" he exclaimed.

Kendall, who had been looking everywhere, nervously said, "Logan's not here yet?"

"We haven't seen him, but it's still early. I'm sure he will be here soon." Kelly soothed, looking up from her Blackberry for a brief moment.

"While we're waiting..." Gustavo began, clasping a hand on each James and Kendall shoulders with Carlos in the middle. He pulled them into a back room, where Mr. X was waiting.

"Ah c'mon Gustavo! We're going to be dancing for almost two hours on stage. Do we really have to dance now to?" James exclaimed, not wanting to sweat to much before his pre-performance exfoliation process. He didn't want to get clogged pores during the show.

"Yeah and Logan's not here. It'll just mess us all up." Kendall exclaimed, staring hard at his iPhone as he sent another text.

By now, Carlos had snuck away from the other three who were beginning a very loud argument, voices overlapping against each other. He headed back towards where his father and mother were talking with Kelly, Brooke and Mama Knight.

"Dad." Carlos called, waving his father to come closer as he headed towards him.

"Sup my son?" The police officer said, wrapping an arm around Carlos's shoulders and walking away from the women.

"Logan's not here yet. We're all getting kind of worried." Carlos explained.

"Well...you heard Kelly. She said its still early. They may just be running late."

Carlos scoffed."The Mitchell's? Run late?" he turned full face to his father, "Remember when you were late picking me up from a play date when I was nine because you were in court and the car robber's girlfriend pulled out a gun, holding everyone up? They nearly gave you a time out!" Carlos exclaimed before continuing, "There's something going on. Will you please just run over to the hotel to make sure everything is all right?"

Officer Mitchell sighed, but nodded his head. "Ok. But only for you mi hijo."

Carlos threw his arms around his father, before running back to the others.

"Thanks Papi!"

It was nearly a half hour to show time and Gustavo had already thrown 2 stage assistance out of his war path before he came upon the three boys in the back stage lounge.

Swinging open the door with a loud BAM he screamed, "Where is he?"

Kendall jumped from his seat, his hair a mess from rubbing his hands through it nervously and his face pale with worry. "We don't know! We've tried calling him, the hotel, all our friends, even Bitters! He's in trouble you have to let us go find him! Please!" Kendall finished his words standing in front of the large man, his eyes pleading for him to understand.

Gustavo scoffed. "No way! This concert is huge and until we can find Logan, you three," he pointed to each boy as he enunciated, "Are. Going. On."

Just as the three boys jumped up to confront their manager to insist that they were not going to perform without their friend, officer Garcia burst into the room.

"Did you find him?" Carlos inquired, rushing to his father.

The officer, slightly pale and out of breath, shook his head. "Sorry it took me so long. LA traffic man! OK, look. I went to their room. No answer. So I checked with the hotel. Logan's parents checked out this morning, but Logan wasn't with them. They did say a man came to the hotel late last night, asking for their room number, but no one remembers seeing him leave-"

Kendall, ready to burst, cut him off. "We have to call the police! Something's happened to him! We have to find him. We-"

Officer Garcia grabbed Kendall by the shoulders and said, "OK. Calm down son. I've already done that. They are going to look into it but really, unless we are absolutely sure something has happened to him, there isn't much they can do."

"Why not." James exclaimed, worry growing fast in his stomach.

"Cause he wasn't exactly kidnapped. These are Logan's parents we're talking about. By law they have every right to be with him."

"I don't think so!" Gustavo yelled, heading towards the door, "They signed a contract and Logan has to be here." He turned to his assistant. "Stall the show for as long as you can. I'm calling in Griffin to get some reinforcements." As Kelly hurried off, Gustavo turned to the others. "Meanwhile, you dogs call everyone you know, see if you can get a line on something." He sighed and for a moment, his face almost seemed to show he worried. "Don't worry. We'll find him." Then turned and left.

Officer Garcia also began to leave the room, but stopped and turned around, reaching into his jacket. "I'm going to call back the officer I spoke with in case he has found out anything, but this might be helpful. The maid said she found this almost hidden under a couch pillow while cleaning the Mitchell's hotel room. She wasn't sure if it meant something. I sure as hell don't know what it means."

He handed Carlos the note then left, but not before saying, "Like the man said, don't worry boys. We will find him."

James groaned in frustration, running hands through his hair and not even caring that it got messy. "This is so confusing. Why would they just take off like this? And why would they do something with Logan?"

Neither boys had answers. Kendall sat back on the couch, still and stone face. His two friends regarded him nervously. "What if something awful happened it him?" Kendall whispered, fear etched into every syllable. Both boys took a seat next to him on either side.

"Don't think like that Kendall." Carlos said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder. "We still have people we can call. We still have this note." He was about to read it out loud when the door opened, revealing their mothers.

"What is going on? Where is Logan and his parents?" Mama Knight inquired, looking at the boys with confusion.

James relayed the situation to their mothers, who were all equally upset at Logan's disappearance.

"I don't understand. Why would they take him away?" Sylvia exclaimed, grabbing her son and squeezing him close as if he were next to disappear.

Mama Knight went over to her still son, wrapping a arm around him, unsure what to say.

"You're right. He's been here for over a year without any problems. Why take him away from his friends, his job, his...boyfriend now? What's so different from when we all were last here?" Brooke asked, turning to her son, upset and confused.

"Well...he wasn't dating Kendall then." James answered, echoing his friends words from the other night. He felt awful for not taking his friends fear towards his parents more seriously now

"Yes, but she knew that already. So what then?" Brooke answered, looking at the rest of the group.

"She didn't know though." Kendall's quiet voice broke out. "He never told her. He was...afraid."

He gave a humorless chuckle. "I told him it would be all right..." He couldn't finish his sentence, burying his face into his mother shoulder.

James turned to his mother to ask if she had heard from Logan's parents at all, but noticed she had a hand to her throat and had gone white in the face. "Mom?"

"She didn't know. Oh my God. I probably wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't for the drinks. I-"

James gingerly touched his mother to cut off her rant. "Mom? What are you talking about?"

She took a deep breath and turned to Kendall. "Kendall. God I'm so sorry I just assumed she knew. I-I-" She walked over to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I mentioned, last night when we were getting our drinks, how good I thought you were for Logan. That-that you had always been able to make him come out of his shell and I wasn't surprised that the two of you were...dating."

They won't understand James.

Logan's words echoed through James's mind. "So his mother knew then." James stated, as Kendall turned to Brooke.

"Mrs Diamond, it's not your fault." Kendall stated, standing up and wiping away his tears. "None of us really knew about how bad his parents could be. We never though they would go this far. But, right now, we have to focus on getting him back."

Brooke nodded, standing with Kendall. "Anything we can do, consider it done."

Kendall nodded, trying to take charge of the situation when anyone could see he was dying inside. "Help us figure out this message. We think Logan might have left it."

Carlos held out the note, and while James noticed new, but still faded smudges on Carlos's hands, he ignored it for the situation at hand.

The note simply stated: Newtons Law.

The note had Logan written all over it. From the handwriting to the reference to science, to no one having any clue as to what it meant.

"Arg." Carlos exclaimed, "Why did Logan have to make it so smart?"

"Let's all just...try and think." Kendall instructed, and the room went silent.

James leaned against the wall, arms crossed and head down in thought.

Now, he knew that Logan knew that his friends were not as smart as him. The boy often had a habit of showing off his brainy skills, but that was only in retaliation to his others friends showing off their own particular talents. Like...James's beauty, Carlos's fearlessness and Kendall's...well...awesomeness.

So, if Logan wanted to leave them a secret note, he would try to make it as simple as possible. But the science reference? No. Logan knew that none of his friends had any interest in science. Which would mean that he would know that none of them would have any clue as to who the heck this Newton guy was.

So, the reference to Newton wasn't so much a reference to Newton himself ...but what the word could represent...

Ding!

James plucked the note from his pondering friend sitting on the floor next to him and studied it for a moment.

Newtons Law...N-E-W-...ten letters could also stand for...numbers.

James pulled out his phone and began dialing, glancing back and forth between the note and his phone.

"You got something?" Kendall asked, rushing to his friend.

"Hopefully" James answered as he finished dialing the number and letting it ring...and ring...and ring...

Until someone answered.

"James!" CRASH! "Oops sorry! I will pay for that! OK. James, hi! Wow it's so great to hear from you!"

All three boys crowded around the phone, together exclaiming, "Jenny Tinkler?"

How much do you love Jenny? I really hope they bring her back on BTR. She is just to much fun to watch.

"What about the second grade when she broke my arm playing marbles? Or the third grade when she gave me the only paper-cut in history that required surgery? Or eighth grade...lab partners!" James (Big Time Rush)

xoxo BA