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N/A: This chapter is back from Sara's POV and it will now stay that way. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't think it's getting to dramatic too quickly.

We'll Be Fine

Back at the Stokes house:

"Where's daddy gone?" Isla asked as she looked up at Ava with curious eyes.

"I don't know Isla," Ava shrugged her shoulders. "But you know what? Why don't we all go and watch a movie in the living room?"

"I get to pick it!" Dylan shouted as he and Isla scrambled towards the door.

"No I do!" Isla argued as they disappeared down the stairs.

"You okay Maddie?" Ava asked softly, Maddie had stayed quiet after Nick had left.

She nodded. "Let's go watch this film."

Maddie started to walk away. Ava was just behind her until she span round, dived at the window frame and locked the window. She sighed as they went downstairs and she went to the front door and locked that too, just to be safe.

Meanwhile:

"Did we get everything?" I asked Catherine as we left the coffee shop and started walking towards Catherine's car.

"I bloody hope so, I'm not going back there. How long were we waiting?" Catherine scuffed.

"30 minutes, easily," I smiled.

*Ring, ring*

I sighed as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"Nick," I rolled my eyes and ignored it.

"Thought you were speaking to him again?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, but I don't want to speak to him unless it's necessary. And we're only really being civilized because of the kids," I said.

"I'm just glad you two are finally acting like grown ups," she smiled.

I glared at her but she didn't see. We walked in silence for a few moments. Nick tried to phone me again but I ignored it. We could see Catherine's car just a few metres away as a black SUV pulled up beside us as we were trying to cross the road to the car park.

"Evening," a man said from inside the SUV. "Do you ladies need a lift somewhere?"

"No thanks, we're fine," Catherine smiled.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I mean, two very beautiful single ladies wandering the streets of Las Vegas could be very dangerous," he pointed out.

"Ah, but she's…," Catherine started but I wouldn't let her finish, I knew what she was gonna say.

"We'll be fine," I insisted.

"You're cops, aren't you?" he asked, he was very persistent.

"No, crime scene investigators actually," Catherine said with a very smug look on her face.

"Ah. So you're the ones allowed under the crime tape?" he questioned.

"That's us," I nodded.

"Are you two sure you don't want to get in?" he asked again.

"Honestly," Catherine smiled politely. "My car is just over there. And besides, we're still officially on duty, so thanks but no thanks."

"You don't understand," the man said as he pulled out a gun and rested it on the car window frame. "Get in the car, now."

I raised my eyebrows at him as the coffees in my hands slipped from my grip. Catherine opened the back door of his car and looked at me. I could tell she didn't want to get in but she knew we had to. She shuffled along and I slid in next to her. I closed the door and waited for our abductor to say something.

"Good," he smiled into the rear-view mirror. "Enjoy the ride."

I squeezed my eyes shut as he started to drive. Catherine placed her hand on mine and when I opened my eyes she smiled, a slightly nervous smile. I was nervous too. What was this freak going to do to us? He definitely didn't look like a big or muscular man, he must have been 5 foot 7, if that, and I'd seem chicken legs with more meat on them than his arms. But he was young and had an attitude which would work in his favour. He was smart and well organised, he clearly knew who he was looking for. But what bugged me most was how he know where to find us? Was he some sort of hit man?

"You ladies seem quiet," the man stated.

"Well, I don't really feel that talkative," Catherine said sarcastically.

"Fair enough, Catherine," he shrugged a shoulder.

"How do you know her name?" I asked him.

"Well Sara, that will all become clear shortly," he said.

Catherine looked at me, with even more fear in her eyes. I gulped and held her hand tighter.

The car continued down a few back streets, probably to confuse us, and eventually stopped outside a semi-detached house in the middle of an estate. The man got out and opened the back door we'd got in from.

"You getting out?" he asked.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked as I stepped out, Catherine got out seconds later.

He stood behind us and pushed us along the path to the front door of the house. He told Catherine to open it. Smart thinking. Once we were inside, the man shoved us down the stairs and into the basement. Why is it always the basement?

There was 2 chairs side by side in the middle of the room, along with a few metres of rope. He made me tie Catherine's hands together and then made her do the same to me. I really struggled not to cry, it didn't help having a gun pointed in my face the entire time. He then pushed us each on to a chair and tied our ankles to the chair legs and wrapped the rest of the rope round our chests and the chair, he wasn't taking any chances.

"What are you going to do to us?" I asked calmly as he stared at us as he sat on a table on the other side of the room.

"You've surprised me Sara, I thought you would have worked it out by now. You don't even recognise me, do you?" he asked.

"Should I?" I tried to shrugged my shoulders, but I couldn't.

"Well yeah, seen as I did kidnap your eldest daughter," he nodded.

"Sam Patterson?" I asked.

"The one and only," he smirked.

"No. No, you should be in prison. What are you doing out?" Catherine asked.

"I got out on good behaviour nearly 8 years ago, guess they didn't see me as a threat," Sam said.

"After all, you only killed your wife and daughter, and then kidnapped my baby from the crime lab," I pointed out.

"Well, there is that but I never released myself. They should seriously consider looking into who gets out that place, they set free some real monsters, you know," he stated sarcastically.

"So I've heard," Catherine smirked.

"You've gotta nerve," I stated. "Coming back, after all these years and kidnapping us. What's your game?"

"Sara, I've not just come back especially to kidnap you two, I never left," he smiled.

"You mean you've lived here, right under our noses?" Catherine asked.

"Ding-a-ding-ding, we have a winner!" he said sarcastically. "Surely you could tell this took time to plan?"

"I guess. But why now? Why after 8 years decide to get your revenge?"

"I've been planning this almost since the day I got out," he explained.

I nodded. What was I doing? Making friends with our kidnapper? Maybe, I wasn't quite sure. I wanted to get him talking, he could have let something slip about where we were or he could have mentioned what he was going to do to us.

"By the way, your kids are gorgeous. And Lindsey is turning into quite the heart breaker," Sam smiled.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Catherine asked.

"Have you been following us?" I asked.

"Yes Sara, I have been following you, except I thought the common term was stalking?" he smirked.

"Great, so not only have you been living in Vegas for the past 8 years but you've been stalking us all too," Catherine rolled her eyes.

"I thought you were suppose to be the people person?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"I am, when the person isn't a killer or a kidnapper," Catherine smirked.

"What are you going to do to us?" I asked again.

"Fine, I'll ruin the surprise," he sighed. "Nothing, I'm not going to do anything to you."

"I'm lost," Catherine announced.

"But that makes no sense. Why kidnap us in the first place then?" I asked.

"Do you want me to do something to you?" he asked. "Jeez, just can't make you two happy."

"No, I don't want you to do anything to us," I said. "But I'm lost too."

Sam sighed. "Allow me to explain. You two are going to play a big part in my plan but I don't want to kill you else I wouldn't be able to get what I really want," he started to explain.

"And what do you really want?" I asked.

"Your husband, Nick Stokes," Sam smiled.

"What? Why?" Catherine snapped.

"'Cause, Nick arrested me almost eleven years ago, and seen as my last attempt at revenge failed, here I am," he smiled with pride.

"But why us?" Catherine asked. I thought it was an obvious question.

"We all know Nick would do anything for his kids…"

"Any decent man would," I interrupted.

"Yes, well as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," he smirked. "Nick will do anything for his kids, but what about his wife?"

"Of course he will," Catherine answered.

"See, I'm not so sure, I heard Nick and Sara were having marriage problems," he smiled.

"Tell me a couple who hasn't."

"Fine, but lets just wait and see what happens," Sam smiled.

Thank you for reading. I'm sorry to end it like this but I kinda really wanted to. Love you all for reading. Review please.