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Cameron watched the streetlight as it filtered through his thin bedroom drapes. The night was cool enough for Aunt Lulu to decide to leave the window open for him. She knew he got hot and how hard it was for him to get to sleep after that so he thought it was a good idea when she suggested it. "One...two...three..." He sang quietly to himself, counting the number of lines of light bounced across the drapes each time they fluttered in the chilly night air. "Four...five...six." Cameron grew bored of this game rather quickly and snuggled up with Wolfie, closing his eyes. He should go to sleep. It was bedtime and Daddy would be mad if he wasn't asleep when he and Lizzie got home from the hospital. He had begged Aunt Lulu to let him stay up and wait for them, but she had said no.

"Seven...eight...nine..." He mumbled just to give himself something to do. Wolfie's ear tickled Cameron's nose and he set his new friend farther away from him so he could listen for the Sandman. Grandpa Luke had told him all about the Sandman when he had been having bad dreams and fighting monsters in his sleep. The Sandman got to wear pajamas all day long and stay up all night long. He carried around pixie dust that he had stolen from Peter Pan and Tim Allen. "Mr. Sandman...bring me a dream..." Cameron hummed to himself.

Something moved in front of the streetlight and Cameron furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He always fell asleep with that light; it was why Daddy had been able to convince him to take out the Sponge Bob nightlight. Cameron reached for Wolfie, but the quick movement caused the battered toy to tumble off the bed. Scrambling to the edge of the mattress, he bent in half and shook his head at Wolfie's attempt at flying. "Dogs don't fly silly." Cameron told the stuffed animal, turning his head slightly. His heart in his throat, he screamed.

"Cameron?" Lulu's voice carried down the hall. She had been all set to watch TV when she remembered she had left her purse upstairs in Cameron's room. His scream caused her to hurry her steps toward his room, fear gripping her throat, her mind flashing back to the last time she had heard Cameron scream like that. Please just be a bad dream, she prayed. Please just be a bad dream. "Cameron? Cameron?"

Entering his room, she realized Cameron's terror was in no way the result of a bad dream. A figure clad entirely in black was pulling himself into the open bedroom window. Cameron sat on the bed, his eyes wide, Wolfie clutched tightly to his chest.

"Cameron. Run! Hide buddy. Don't leave until I or Daddy come find you." She grabbed him in her arms and set him down, pushing him out the door.

Seeing Cameron nod and scramble off, she stood to face the intruder. The vague details of Kristina's kidnapping began to filter through her mind. It was too similar right now. There were very good odds, Lulu realized, she was standing face to face with Kristina's kidnapper. "You son of a bitch. You won't touch him." She hissed.

Shit, he thought to himself. What the hell was she doing up here? She shouldn't have had time to get to Cameron! Maxie hadn't had time to get to Kristina and he had made a lot more screw-ups that night than anyone seemed to realize. But Cameron was already downstairs hiding and he had to deal with Lulu. He couldn't let her see his face that much he knew. It would all be over if she did. The entire plan would be ruined. That was why going after the kids had been the best thing to do, because none of them were tall enough or brave enough to pull off his mask. He knew the same didn't hold true for Lulu. She looked way past pissed and she was still trying to get in Lucky's good graces. If he wasn't careful, she would blow this whole thing wide open.

He made a beeline for the window, but she rammed her head into his side, sending him flying across the room. Stunned, he noticed her reach down and try to choke him. At least he had the good sense to kick her backwards. She flew into the wall next to the door and slid down it.

This was his chance! He started toward the window but tripped over a misplaced stuffed animal and slammed his chin into the windowsill. Cursing, he ignored the metallic taste of blood that filled his open mouth. He bent his arm and smashed the window in with his left elbow, sending glass splintering for miles.

"Lulu? Cam? Where is everyone?" Cruz yelled out through the seemingly empty house. He had swung by Lucky's house while Lulu was babysitting enough times in the past to know he should find her parked on her brother's couch, watching a week's worth of her soap on his TV.

She would call out and give him away! He just knew it. She wasn't ever completely satisfied until she fucked up everyone around her. It was why she couldn't keep any friends. He had to make a decision. Obviously, Cameron was a lost cause. Emily wouldn't care because he wasn't actually supposed to take Cameron, he had just been a little something extra, one final "Fuck You" to Lucky. What she would most definitely yell at him for was if he got caught. It wouldn't be that hard to put all the pieces together. It would take someone smarter than Mac Scorpio though.

Cruz's footsteps sounded on the stairs. It was too quiet. Far too quiet. "Hey are you guys up here?" He paused outside of Cameron's room, suspecting Lulu had let her nephew stay up late yet again and they were probably in his room watching the kind of movies and TV that Lucky would kill his sister if he ever found out she let Cameron watch.

The door opening surprised him. It apparently distracted Lulu too, because her head jerked to the side. Pulling a .35mm from the back pocket of his black jeans, he pointed the gun at Cruz, daring the man to take even a step toward him. "Come on in. Join the party." He suggested dryly, swinging the gun around his finger by the trigger.

"What the hell?" On some instinct borne of way too many hours of childhood television watching, Cruz felt his hands rise in the air. "Where's Cameron?"

He nodded toward Lulu, expecting Cruz to understand. "I thought we would need him to make this fun, but maybe not. Hands up Lulu."

"You're not going to get away with this." Lulu hissed as her hands slid up the wall.

"Oh, are you going to stop me?" He looked amused at that; his expression was clearly outlined against his black mask. "What should I do with you two, huh? You're both a lot more trouble than you're worth. Do I maybe take a shot at Lulu, the striving college student?" He swung the gun toward Cruz. "Or how about the expectant father? Which would do the most damage?"

If he could just distract the guy, Cruz was reasonably sure he could grab the gun from his hand. Glancing toward Lulu, he could see the same idea forming in the young blonde's mind. Great, he mused. He hadn't officially been a member of the Spencer family for a full three months yet and already he was thinking like them. This was going to be interesting. "You realize we aren't going to go without a fight?"

"You realize I'm the one with the gun?"

Tearing down his street at a speed that was unsafe no matter what the neighborhood, Lucky's panic grasped him harder as the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance filled his eyes. He couldn't' get closer to his house than halfway down the street. Even in the dim light, he could still make out the yellow crime scene tape that blocked his front door. What the hell had happened here tonight?

Barely turning off the engine, he jumped out of the Jeep, leaving the door wide open. Melissa Mitmesser, his neighbor from across the street, had called him stating she had heard gun shots and called the police. That news alone would have worried him if she hadn't have added on the second bit of news. The bit about the white Malibu she saw parked in front of his house.

A white Malibu. A white Malibu. A small, still rational part of his brain tried to say it was a common car. White was a common color. However he wasn't paying any bit of attention to that part of his brain as he raced down the street on foot. His whole attention was focused on the fact gunshots were heard from his house, a car that could be the same car Maxie saw the night Kristina was kidnapped was in front of his house and he had no idea where his son, his sister, or his best friend were right now.

Plowing face first into an officer he barely recognized from around town, Lucky blinked as the other man held him by his shoulders. "You can't go over there sir." the officer said tersely.

"The hell I can't! That's my house!"

"You have some ID?" The officer questioned, folding the two barrels he probably called arms across his wide chest.

Fishing for his license, Lucky tried to call on the officer's sense of mercy. "Please. I was at the hospital and my son is supposed to be here. I just want to know what is going on."

Nodding after checking to see that the address on the license matched the house he was standing in front of, the officer motioned for a grey-suited female to come over. She strode with confidence and authority, her straight brown hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. Narrowing her eyes at the officer who called her over, she spoke in the tone of a person tired of having to give the same directions over and over again. "Yes Murphy?"

"The homeowner." Officer Murphy gestured to Lucky. "He just arrived."

Nodding, she offered her hand out to Lucky. "Special Agent Erin Mahoney. FBI." she introduced herself.

"Lucky Spencer." He had assumed Mac would leave nothing to chance in bringing Kristina and Morgan home. The presence of the FBI just confirmed his hunch.

"Mr. Spencer, where were you tonight?" Agent Mahoney stood back on her heels, giving a look that clearly said "Lie and I'll see right through you."

"My girlfriend's grandmother had a stroke. We were both at the hospital. What happened here? Where's my son? Where's my sister? Where's my friend?"

"That's what we are trying to figure out. There were supposed to be three people here tonight?"

Seeing Lucky nod, Agent Mahoney turned and spoke into what Lucky assumed was a tiny microphone somewhere on the sleeve of her grey jacket. "Update. There are two more confirmed occupants. Repeat. Two more confirmed occupants."

"Two more?"

"Mr. Spencer..." Whatever explanation she was going to give was cut short by a buzz of activity in her ear. Holding up one finger, she took a step back, trying to keep him from overhearing what she was listening to, which Lucky thought was ridiculous since it sounded like the buzz of a fly to him right now. "Did you tell him you were the police?" she asked.

Tell who? Tell who? If she wasn't going to give him any explanation, Lucky was just going to run past her and find out himself. It was his house and if he took her by surprise surely he could through the front door before she realized what exactly he was doing. He was two seconds away from breaking out into a sprint when Agent Mahoney turned back to him.

"Mr. Spencer. Come with me please. We have a small situation in the kitchen."

A situation? If this was her attempt to calm him down, Lucky thought as he followed her rapid steps under the yellow tape and into his house, then she really needed to work on the whole comforting the victim aspect of her work. When they entered the kitchen, four uniformed officers and an assortment of detectives and agents stood shaking their heads. Two female officers crouched on their knees near one of the lower cabinets, giving each other helpless looks. "Come on sweetie." One tried cajoling. "We promise we're the good guys."

"NO!" The muffled voice came through loud and clear. "NO!"

Agent Mahoney tried to not laugh as she turned toward Lucky. "Apparently he was told to not come out until his father or aunt came looking for him. Congratulations on having the only four-year-old who follows directions."

"Cameron?" Lucky's heart leapt to his throat as relief washed over him. Cameron was still here. Whatever else happened, at least Cameron was safe and still with him. "Cameron?"

"Daddy?"

Sinking to his knees, Lucky struggled to keep his voice from breaking and the tears from spilling out of his eyes. "Yeah buddy. It's ok. Come out."

The cabinet door opened slightly, followed by a small head peeking out, making sure it really was Lucky's voice he heard. Once he spotted his father in the crowd of unfamiliar faces, the door was kicked open and Cameron ran out, a blur in his yellow and blue Sponge Bob pajamas. "Daddy!" He yelled as he ran into Lucky's outstretched arms.

"Aunt Lulu said to hide and I hid. She said not to come out till you or she came. So I didn't." Cameron explained hurriedly as Lucky squeezed him hard. "I do good? I do good?"

"Yeah. Yeah. You did good. You did real good Champ." Cameron was safe. He was safe. It was the only thought that could form. Cameron was safe.

"Cameron?" Agent Mahoney knelt down to meet Cameron's curious eyes. "I'm Agent Erin. It looks like something pretty scary happened here tonight." Seeing the little boy nod, she continued. "Can you tell me what happened so I can get the bad guy?"

"I dropped Wolfie." Cameron pointed to his stuffed friend who still sat in the cabinet amid the seldom used pans. "And I saw the bad man."

"I know. Then what happened?"

"Aunt Lulu came up and told me to hide. So I did."

"And you did a good job." Agent Mahoney patted his head. "What did the bad man look like?"

Cameron shook his head. "He had a snow mask."

"Of course he did." Agent Mahoney muttered. She spoke once again into her sleeve. "Did you find a mask of any sort near the victim?"

Lucky's head shot up at the word victim. Still holding Cameron close to him, he stood up slowly. "Victim? What are you talking about?"

Agent Mahoney stood up as well and walked toward the living room, Lucky following her as fast as he could. "Confirmed. And you found ID on him?" Nodding at whatever answer she had received, she turned sharply to face Lucky. "Do you know a Cruz Rodriguez?"

"He's my friend. I asked him to come over and check on Cameron and my sister. What happened to him?"

"He's ok. Take him on." Agent Mahoney instructed to the voices on the other end of the microphone. Looking at Lucky, she answered his question. "We found Mr. Rodriguez upstairs unconscious with a gun shot wound."

His heart constricted once again. Cruz was shot? Oh god, who the hell was doing this? If it was the same person who had Kristina and Morgan, it blew the theory it was someone connected to Sonny. He had nothing to do with Sonny or Jason. And now whoever it was had escalated to shooting people? Lucky pulled Cameron's face close to his chest as the EMTs made their way down the stairs with Cruz strapped to the gurney. As he followed the procession toward the door, who was missing filtered through his brain.

"Where's my sister?"