Okay, another chapter. I dunno how many chapters will be left, but I don't think that there will be that many. Much love to everyone who has been reviewing!

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"How could he know our number?" Derek murmured softly.

Both he and Casey were sitting on his bed, quietly rehashing recent events in their heads.

"Who knows." Casey shrugged, picking at Derek's comforter. "Could have gotten it a million ways."

"True." Derek agreed and then put his head in his hand. "This is getting to be way too much."

"Getting?" Casey asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, it was too much from the very beginning." Derek admitted, nodding his head.

"This is unbelievable." Casey murmured, leaning back to his headboard.

"You getting any psychic vibrations?" Derek asked after a moment.

Casey looked up at him quickly, but felt a bit better when she saw he was joking.

"Shut up, Derek." She said softly, looking at her legs.

Derek shrugged. "You know, Officer Spencer called right before-"

"Derek, don't even go there." Casey warned.

"You don't even know where I was going to go!" Derek defended himself.

"The place where you say that Officer Spencer is creepy and suspicious." Casey said, looking at him knowingly.

"But he is!" Derek cried, raising his hands above his head.

Casey groaned. "See! I told you not to go there."

"What, too predictable for you?" Derek asked with a smirk.

"I just don't think it's him." Casey said.

"Okay, then how come he's the only cop we've talked to?" Derek asked.

"That's the police's fault, not his." Casey said, shaking her head. "They have poor conduct. Big surprise."

"You don't find him remotely suspicious?" Derek asked, looking at her.

Casey paused a moment too long, and Derek pounced.

"I knew it! You think he's shady, too!" Derek cried, pointing at her.

"I didn't say that!" Casey exclaimed.

"You didn't say anything." Derek pointed out. "It was silently implied."

"There were no implications!" Casey cried, crossing her arms.

Derek sighed. "Okay, okay. Whatever you say, Madam Casey."

Casey gave him a playful swat on the shoulder. "This is serious!"

"As you've mentioned many times. I know it is!" Derek said.

"You know-" Casey started, but her cell phone rang.

Casey pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Oh my, God, Casey. My parents wouldn't let me go over again, but I heard what happened! Everyone heard what happened! How did you know? You just, like, left without a word, and ended up saving Marti from getting kidnapped! How? Is it true that it was the same dude that tried to stab you guys? And cut the breaks in Derek's car? Is he, like, your stalker now? Are you guys under police surveillance? Are you a target or something? What about Derek? Is he in danger, too? What is going on?"

"Yeah, hi to you too, Em." Casey said into the phone. Derek was smiling next to her, having been able to hear Emily's babbling.

"Oh, hi. So it it true? What's going on?" Emily asked.

Casey sighed. "We don't really know what's going on, Em."

"Well, then how did you know that Marti was in trouble?" Emily remained persistent.

"Um...bad feeling?" Casey answered weakly.

"Wow, this is just all too weird. But it'd be cooler if you'd been having visions about this stuff or something. Then you might have a tv show about you! Oh my, God, how cool would that be? Ooh, who would play you? Or me? Who would play me?"

"Um, Em?" Casey said.

"Uh-uh?"

"Can we stay focused, please?" Casey asked. Derek suppressed laughter next to her.

"Oh, yeah. Okay." Emily said sheepishly.

"Hey, Case, are the trees outside your window moving because of the wind, too?"

Casey glanced out of Derek's window. "Yeah, kind of."

"Oh, okay. You know, I just get weirded out after it rains." Emily said.

"Yeah, I know. It's okay, though." Casey assured her best friend.

"Oh, okay. Well, you know, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Emily said.

"I'm fine, Em." Casey said.

"Okay. I guess I'm going to go to bed. Stay safe, Case. Derek, too." Emily said.

"Okay. Night, Em." Casey said before she closed the phone.

"That girl can talk." Derek laughed.

"Yeah, but it was nice of her to call, though." Casey said.

"Yeah, it was." Derek agreed before he yawned.

"I think I'm going to go to bed. You should, too." Casey said, getting up from Derek's bed.

Derek stared at her for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, it's been hectic, we should get some rest."

Casey nodded and started for the door.

"Hey, Case?" Derek said.

Casey turned around. "Yeah?"

Derek stood up and walked over to her.

"I just, um, I just wanted to tell you- Erm, I just wanted to say..." Derek looked into her confused eyes and then cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I just wanted to say sweet dreams."

Casey looked at him curiously, but nodded, and then turned, leaving the room.

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Emily had dirt smeared across her terror stricken face. There was no sound, as if everything had been muted. Her arms and legs were bound, and a shadowed figure dragged her into a cold, dark room.

The walls were covered in grime, water dripping down them, and rusted pipes leaked onto the dirty floor. Mice crawled along the pipes, skittering silently. Shadows were cast everywhere.

The man picked Emily up and put her into a chair, and began to tie her to it. She fought against it, her mouth moving in unheard screams. Next to them, Derek lay on the floor, also bound. Another man was kicking him in the side repeatedly. Derek's face was contorted in pain, his mouth opening, probably yelling, screaming.

Still no noise. It was deathly quiet. Derek was also tied to a chair. His struggling was useless. Both Emily and Derek fought against there binds, yelling and screaming, without prevail. One of the figures stood in front of both Emily and Derek. He pulled out what was visibly a gun, and slowly aimed it toward Derek who was still seemingly yelling.

Everything went black. And in the darkness, the noise finally appeared.

A single gunshot.

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Casey's eyes snapped open, and she struggled to breath. She sat up and fought against her blankets until she stumbled out of her bed and ran toward the window. Looking down, she looked towards Emily's house. There were police cars outside of it, lights flashing from the sirens.

She gasped and ran from the window, tearing open her bedroom door. She ran out into the hallway, nearly falling as she did.

"Derek!" She screamed. She ran to his door and opened it. It was empty just like she knew it would be. Just like she prayed it wouldn't be. She ran from his room, skidding down the stairs, still hysterically calling out Derek's name.

"Where's Derek?" Casey asked frantically once she slid into the kitchen, where most of the family was. Everyone looked at her curiously.

"He's upstairs, asleep. Casey, what's wrong?" Nora asked, taking a step toward her daughter, but Casey was already running again, straight through the living room and out the door, not even bothering to close the front door behind her. She ran straight to the Davis's where an officer grabbed a hold of her to stop her from running toward the house.

"Miss, you can't-"

"You need to help him!" Casey cried, struggling against him.

"Miss, what are you talking about?" The officer looked down at her, keeping a firm grip on her.

"Derek! Derek! My s-step-brother! He's m-missing, too." Casey cried.

She fought her way out of the officers grasp, and fell to the ground where she started to sob uncontrollably.

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I didn't particularly like this chapter, but this is just how it turned out. I looked it over, and there just wasn't much else I could do with it. Sorry. But I hope it was okay for you guys!

Review, loves!

-Tarryn