A/N: Sorry guys, I know I didn't updated yesterday, Im like oober sick soo.. Anywaays Her is your next chapter! First part is Emily's POV, 2nd is Garcia's

"Life is just one damned thing after another."
- Elbert Hubbard

3 WEEKS LATER

Emily smiled again for what seemed like the billionth time in 3 days. She hadn't laughed or smiled this much in a very long time. Living with Ian was like living with a ticking time bomb, just when you thought that the bomb was a dud, it would explode. Her, Garcia, and Declan were in the large department store looking at the clothing sections. Garcia had insisted on going shopping at least one more time before her sad departure next week.

"How do I look?" Garcia said stepping out of the dressing room. She'd found a gorgeous hot pink and black and white desk, with a little black jacket to match.

"Very sexy," Emily said winking at her.

"Good, I always need to look good for my statuesque god of dark chocolate wonder-boy," she said seductively.

"Ahhh I'm sure Morgan will love it." Emily said chuckling.

"Ahh yes, I'm sure he will." Garcia said confidently striking a flashy pose in front of the large mirror. Emily glanced over her shoulder. She'd asked Emery to take Declan over to the boys department to pick out some hoodies to wear at night or out on the yacht. He'd been hesitant at first to leave them alone, but Emily pointed out that there was a clear view of the women's dressing room from the boys section.

"Alright my turn!" Emily said rushing forward as Garcia came back out dressed in her original outfit of a chunky neon purple knit sweater dress, with lime green patent leather pumps.

"Alrighty, Princess Emily," Garcia said taking a dramatic seat right outside the dressing room. Emily rolled her eyes. Garcia insisted on calling her "Princess Emily" whenever she got the chance now. She said Emily's new life was about as close to a fairytale as any of their team would ever get, and she was just glad Emily was happy.

Emily walked back into the dressing room; she tried all the rooms until she found an empty one at the end of the short hallway, right next to a service entrance or stock room of some kind. Emily thought that was a little odd. She'd never seen one inside a dressing room before. She began changing into the maternity dress she'd picked out. She wasn't nearly big enough for the belly part yet, but she wanted to see how it looked on. It was a simple black and white zig-zagged striped maxi dress, nice and stretchy, very comfortable. She was thinking about how she wasn't quite a fan of dresses in the beginning but, she knew that slipping a stretchable giant dress when you're nine months pregnant would be a lot easier than trying to squeeze herself into whatever pants she would eventually end up buying…

She turned away from the door only for a moment when she heard the door open, "Garcia wai—" She started but was cut short as a strong male hand grabbed her and held a white cloth to her mouth… "Help, help helllllllp" she tried to yell but they came out as quiet slurred unintelligible sounds. She felt her body being lifted in this giant man's arm and then everything went black… HELP! Her mind screamed frantically as she sunk into black oblivion.

Garcia tapped her foot impatiently, Boy she's sure been in there for a long time, she thought. Maybe she needs help with a zipper or something… She stood up, grabbing her purse.

"Emily?" She called out, looking around. All of the stalls appeared to be empty now. She walked to the end of the short hallway to the only closed door. She knocked on the door, "Emily? Emily are you in there?" She asked worriedly. No answer. Garcia began to panic. Shakily she opened the unlocked door, Emily's clothes were laying on the floor scattered around, her purse sitting on the bench. Garcia quickly looked out again into the hallway there wasn't another entrance that the general public had access to. Plus, she'd been sitting right out front. There was no way Emily had walked past her, and no one else had entered after Emily. A few women had left, but no one else had entered.

Garcia began to hyperventilate. Oh my god, oh my god oh my god! She freaked. She immediately dove into Emily's purse and found the Blackberry that she'd seen Emliy use only a handful of times. The number one on the speed dial read "Isaac." Dialing, her hands shook, and a sudden though popped into her mind, what about Declan? Was He safe? She grabbed Emily's purse and clothes and clutched the phone to her ear for dear life. Please pick up, please pick up! She thought in a panic. Finally, she heard a male voice come over the line.

"Emily, what do you want? I'm in the midd—"

"Sir, Sir this isn't Emily. It's Penelope. Penelope Garcia" She clarified, trying to stay calm as she ran out of the dressing room, to find Declan.

"Penelope? Where's Emily?" He asked, confused.

"Sir, Isaac I mean. She's gone! I can't find her, she, she just went into the dressing room and she never came out! Her clothes and purse were still on the ground! She's gone!" Garcia cried, fanning herself to keep her make-up from running.

"What?" He yelled. " Where's Declan?" He asked with a forced calm.

"He's here, He was with Emery, they were looking at clothes just a few feet away from us! I see them they're right here, but Emily's gone!" She insisted.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"The Dubai Mall," she said trying to be calm.

"Okay, have Emery take you back to the house, immediately. I'll be there shortly." He said without another word. Garcia shook as the line went dead. She ran over as fast as her 4 inch platform pumps would allow, to where Emery stood silently as Declan perused the selection of hoodies they carried.

"Guys we have to go! We have to go now!" She cried, "Emily's missing!" She didn't know how else to put it, but she felt a horrible sensation flood her, as she watched Declan's face. He was terrified, he turned ghostly white and started to cry. She felt horrible. She didn't want him to worry.

"Did you call my dad?" He almost whispered, staring past her shoulder into space. He was paralyzed with fear and worry.

"I called Isaac, he said he's on his way home now, that he'd be here soon." She said quickly. "He said we need to get back to the house immediately though," she said holding out her hand to Declan as Emery rushed them through the crowded store and out the door to the car.

Declan didn't say a word the whole way home. When they arrived he ran straight upstairs to his bedroom. Garcia didn't know what to do. The internet didn't work here and she wasn't quite sure how to get it up and running, but she felt absolutely powerless without her techie gadgets and her computer screens to help find Emily.

She went to the kitchen to make some tea to calm her nerves and wait for Isaac. His voice had sounded almost familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. She was panicking, what about the baby? What was going to happen to the both of them? Why would someone do this to Emily? She sat down on the cushion in the bay window next to the table and stared out at the ocean. Hang in there Emily, We'll find you both… It had been almost an hour now… She wondered how long it would take for Isaac to get here. Emily had said he'd gone to Europe, but she'd never said where, specifically.

She hunkered down in the little alcove, now there was nothing she could do but wait…

Hurry Isaac… She thought desperately as she looked out at the tide coming onto the white sand…Hurry…