Yay, another update! So, I'm really glad you guys like this story! Thanks to all of my wonderful Feedback Monkey reviewers, especially Jo, because, of course, the love she has proclaimed for "tekotaomefen" has inspired me to keep updating. But (not to be ungrateful, because I'm not) I was a wee bit disappointed in the reviews from the last chapter. So come on! Inspire me! (: I hope you guys like this chapter!

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It took ten minutes for Casey to become calm enough to explain the situation. Twenty minutes was spent with Casey trying to convince the police that Emily and Derek hadn't run away together. (The mere thought was completely unbelievable to Casey, but still made her somewhat sick.) And after another half hour the police actually believed her, having been able to pull up the reports of the recent events, like the near stabbing at the school, and the near wreck with Derek's car. Adding in the information about the notes, the phone call the previous night, the clear signs of struggle through out Emily's room, and the fact that there was blood on Derek's window sill, and some on the stones right under his window, the police officially decided that the case was worth calling a kidnapping, even though it was technically still early to even call it a case of missing people.

Casey had refused to go to the police station, just because she didn't want to, an answer the police somewhat grudgingly accepted. By the time the first official hour of Derek and Emily's kidnapping had passed, Casey was sitting on her front porch, one patrol car still parked in front of the Davis's. She held her chin in her her palms and stared at the sidewalk. She wanted to cry, but the tears had seemed to run out. Sadness, fear, and frustration bubbled up inside of her until she sat up and kicked a potted plant that was next to her so that terracotta shattered and soil spread across the porch. She looked at it and sat back down on the porch, placing her head between her knees, trying to regulate her breathing which had suddenly become very fast paced.

She had her eyes tightly shut, trying to block out all noise. Trying to make it as silent as it had been in her vision. As silent as it had been, until the end...

She sighed, lifting her head. She looked around her. The sun was still shining. The birds were still chirping. Sounds of what was going on in the streets in the distance could be heard. It didn't sound like Emily and Derek had been kidnapped. It didn't look like their lives were in danger. But she had seen where they were. And she knew that they were in trouble. She ran her hand through her hair.

I saw them. She thought to herself. What was the point of the vision if I couldn't help them? Why couldn't I help them?

She kept thinking the same thing, kicking herself for not being able to do anything. It had already clicked in her mind that it had probably been more than the wind outside of Emily's window. And she hadn't caught it. After everything that had been happening, she hadn't been on guard. She became so lost in her thoughts that she jumped up when her cell phone began to ring in the pocket of her jeans (Which the cops had let her change into quickly before really starting the questioning). Once she was able to recover from the surprise, she pulled her phone out. And then she nearly dropped it when she read the caller id. She quickly opened it.

"Derek?" She asked, silently praying that his voice would be on the other line.

It's him. He and Emily escaped. He's fine. Everything will be okay. It's over.

"Hello, Casey."

Casey's heart sank when the same disguised voice from the night before met her ears.

"Where are they?" Casey asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"You really want to know?" The voice asked.

"Yes, I really want to know." Casey snapped, her voice became edgy as anger started to bubble again.

"Then you get up, you get into a car, and you start driving. Don't tell anyone where you're going. Better yet, don't even let anyone know you're leaving. And no cops Casey. Because if there are cops, there are lifeless bodies."

Casey's heart beat fast against her chest. "And exactly where am I supposed to drive to?"

"I'll tell you when you start driving." The voice said sharply.

Casey grimaced but got up and opened the front door as quietly as she could. Everyone was dispersed amongst the house, Marti simply inconsolable. Part of the reason she needed to do this. As most of the police were leaving, Marti had come up and hugged Casey's leg, her face tear stained, and looked up at her.

"You'll save him, right Smasey?" Marti looked up at her, new tears forming. "You'll save him like you saved me, right?"

Casey had looked down at Marti, her heart breaking even more than it felt it already had.

"Of course I will."

She barely stepped into the house, and was able to pull the key's to her mom and George's car off of the table next to the door, before slipping back out of the house. Holding the phone to her ear, she opened the car door and slid in, turning the ignition. She was able to make it down the street and onto the main road without a problem. (The officer had appeared to be asleep. Nice.)

"Okay, I'm driving. Care to fill me in on where?" Casey said into the phone.

She knew what she was doing was incredibly stupid, and equally as dangerous, but she couldn't get herself to focus on that. All she could think about was helping Derek and Emily. She had to help Derek and Emily.

The voice rattled off unfamiliar directions to Casey, but she knew she'd find it. The only thing she recognized about the place she was headed to was that it was not nearby.

"Couldn't have just made it down the street?" Casey asked sarcastically.

"If you ever want to see your best friend and your boyfriend again, I'd drop the attitude." The voice warned.

"Derek isn't my boyfriend." Were the only words Casey managed to murmur as her heart sped up again.

The voice laughed. "Well, he'll never get the chance to be if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut."

In the background noise suddenly broke out. Casey immediately recognized Derek's voice, and her racing heart jumped.

"Don't listen to him Case! Stay away-" Derek was cut off, most likely by some form of violence because she heard him grunt in pain, and could just barely hear Emily's muffled screams of fear.

"Dammit, Clarence! Use more tape!" The voice yelled to his comrade.

For a moment, Casey lost all relevant thought. "His name is Clarence?"

"What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" The voice asked heatedly. "Just shut up and follow the directions. We'll be waiting."

There was an ominous click and Casey threw her cell down onto the seat next to her. She had been hung up on! By a creepy, murderous kidnapper! The anger she had felt before was fully bubbling inside her, making her want to scream, to yell, to hit. And that, she decided, is what she would do.

It took Casey and hour and a half of driving to become remotely close to where she was supposed to be. She realized that Emily and Derek had to have been taken pretty early in order for them to have gotten to the place and gotten ready, tying them up. Maybe torturing them...

The more she drove, the angrier she got.

She thought of her best friend. She thought of Emily's family, who loved her so much. It must be so quiet in there house without her talking. She thought of her family. Edwin, who was missing his role model, his older brother. Lizzie, who was missing the boy that became her older brother. George missing his eldest son, her mom missing the boy that she had began to love as a son. And Marti. Marti waiting for her best friend in the entire world to come home.

And herself. She thought of how she missed Derek. So much more than she would have ever imagined. How she was scared for Derek. How she needed to help Derek. How she needed Derek.

When she knew she was close to where the voice had instructed her to go, her heart began to race furiously again. What would she find there? What was going to happen.

Warily, she found herself parking in front of a building. It was nothing spacial. It was somewhat ramshackle, but nothing about said that inside was rats, grime, psychopaths, and hostages. When she took the keys out of the ignition, she sat in the car silently for several minutes. She was almost afraid to go in. Not afraid for herself. Afraid that she was too late. Afraid that what she would find would hurt more than if she had been kidnapped and beaten.

Casey took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what, Emily and Derek needed her. She slowly pocketed the keys and opened the car door, letting her feet hit the ground. She quietly closed the door and made her way toward the building's door. She paused when she reached it, but took another deep breath, and pulled open the door. She hesitantly stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. It was dark, but as she slowly walked her eyes adjusted, and she could see a little better. And she could see that she wasn't in the room from her vision. But as her eyes focused on a figure in the middle of the room, she knew that she was close.

Casey took a small step, and narrowed her eyes, trying to see better. And then she gasped.

"Officer Spencer?"

"Hello, Casey." He said, taking a step closer, making his face more visible.

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Muahahaha.

It looks short, but it's not, really.

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-Tarryn