A/N: Here we go, guys, next chapter :) Sorry it took me so long, I've been working on and off on it all day, but it was really hard to finish off the Christmas day, and I'm still not 100% happy with it :/ Oh my gosh, did you all hear about Jane? How sweet and sad at the same time :'( Our boys are incredible!

Anyway, here we go, thank goodness I'm done with the Christmas day chapters, they were driving me nuts, so please excuse me if this chapter sucks :/

Chapter 11: "Something's not right"

Camille, Lucy and Stephanie had returned an hour later, bearing more presents, and accompanied by the Jennifers, who cooed noisily over Lacey as Jo and Camille helped set up for lunch.

"Are you mad?" Camille asked Jo as she set out cutlery and Jo placed a bowl of salad on the table.

"At Kendall?" Jo asked, and Camille nodded "not really, I mean, yeah, kinda," she blew out a breath "I guess I am, but I can't blame him for what he did, I mean, if dad had gotten a hold of Lacey and hurt her, I'd never forgive myself, but then, dad said he was ready to forgive me, and from what I heard, Kendall pushed him—"

"But he pushed Kendall first," Camille interjected "he—"

"He obviously wasn't ready to forgive Kendall!" Jo interrupted "Maybe if I go and see him alone,"

"Jo," Camille said hesitantly "are you sure that's a good idea?"

"He's my dad," Jo replied.

"So?"

"So, he's my dad!" Jo repeated "I can't spend Christmas mad at him, and he at least deserves to see his granddaughter at Christmas, even if he doesn't approve her father, Lacey's his family, too!"

"Alright," Camille relented "if you think that's what's best, I'm behind you," Jo smiled,

"Thanks, Cami, but can you do me a favour?"

"Of course,"

"Can you not tell Kendall, please?"

"Are you sure?" Camille asked "I mean, doesn't he deserve to know where you're taking his daughter?"

"Yeah, but—" Jo paused "just, don't tell him, OK?"

"OK, but—" Jo smiled and made her way into the living room, but stopped as Camille grabbed her wrist "you're not going, now?" Camille hissed.

"Yeah," Jo slipped her hand out of Camille's grip "better sooner than later,"

"Won't everyone notice?" Jo chuckled.

"Do you have to ask so many questions?" she smirked, and something in it made Camille's insides churn nervously. "Besides, Cami," It was the first time that hearing the nickname made Camille feel sick "they won't if you keep them busy," she winked, and turned away, striding straight into the fray of wrapping paper and people, bending down and scooping up Lacey. Camille's insides churned even more, and she felt like she was going to vomit as she watched Jo feed excuses about Lacey needing to sleep to her friends, that sickeningly sweet smile on her lips as she carried her baby back into the kitchen. She winked at Camille before opening the door and waving, "See you, Cami," Camille shuddered as her best friend shut the door behind her.

A few minutes later, lunch was set up, and everyone was sitting around the table, talking and eating, the Jennifers had given their presents, stuck their noses up at Stephanie and Lucy, and had left.

"Camille," Kendall asked, leaning across the table to talk to her, and Camille's heart skipped a beat "Where's Jo?"

"Uh," Camille asked, looking over to Logan, who was sitting beside her, and who gave her a questioning and unhelpful look "she, uh—"

"And where's Lacey?" James asked through a mouthful of potato. Camille's stomach dropped; well, she had made it, she looked at the clock on the wall, twenty minutes without blowing Jo's cover. She took a deep breath; she could do this, she just had to summon her acting prowess; she just had to act like…what, exactly? Like she didn't know where Jo was? No, that was a flat out lie, but so was making up some excuse or some fake place that Jo could be.

"Lacey's sleeping, but, uh, Jo's out," Camille managed to say.

"No she's not," Carlos put in with his mouth full, spraying chewed up turkey at Logan, who dry heaved and scrubbed at his cheek with a serviette. "I went in there before to put away some of her presents, and she wasn't in her crib." Kendall, who had been watching Carlos intently as he spoke, was now looking at Camille through narrowed eyes, and her stomach churned as she avoided his eye.

"Camille," he said slowly, and she was forced to meet his eyes "where are my daughter and my girlfriend?"

"Uh," Camille looked away "they're out, they went, uh—"

"Don't lie to me, Camille," he said, louder.

"Kendall," Logan warned "don't get mad at Camille, she doesn't know where they are," he put a hand in hers and looked across at Kendall.

"She does know!" Kendall shouted.

"Kendall" James yelled.

"Dude!" said Carlos.

"Guys! She knows!" he stood up "Why are you lying to me? Where are they?" his eyes were filled with tears, and Camille couldn't help but blurt it out,

"OK!" she yelled into the silence; everyone was staring at her now, even Carlos wasn't paying attention to his food. "Jo—she said she wanted to take Lacey to see her dad, and she—she made me promise not to tell you," Kendall fell into his seat, gazing helplessly at Camille.

"What?" he whispered "She went to his house?" Camille nodded "and—and she took—?" Camille nodded shakily again, and Kendall stood again,

"I gotta go," he said quietly, shoving back his chair and leaving without another word.

Jo held Lacey tight and warm in her arms, stroking the little girl's head as she looked around at the unknown place, and Jo knocked on the door. There was no answer, and none the second time she tried either, and Jo was beginning to get worried. She reached under the pot plant and unlocked the door with the spare key, shivering at the cold silver in her hand.

"Hello?" she called, closing the door behind her "Dad?" Lacey gazed up her mother, whimpering, and Jo clutched her to her chest. "It's OK, baby, don't worry," she hushed, more to herself than to the baby "It's gonna be OK, don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine, there's no need to worry." Jo hoisted Lacey onto her hip and began to pace, "OK, we're gonna fix this, um, OK, let's call your grandpa, OK? I'm sure he's just busy doing something," she pulled out her phone and dialled her father's number. Jo's heartbeat began quicken as the dial tone droned, and it skipped a beat as she realized that her father's phone was sitting on the bench behind her. "Oh, no," she breathed, hanging up and putting her phone back in her pocket.

The door opened behind her, and Jo leapt and squeaked in fright, and hushing Lacey as she cried from the sudden disturbance. She spun around, giving a start at the sight of the person standing in front of her.

"Kendall!" she breathed "What—how did you—why are you here?"

"I heard you were coming here, and I can't let you let our daughter be exposed to—where is he?" Kendall asked, looking around the apartment.

"He's not here!" Jo cried "Kendall, I have no idea where he is! He quit his job, and he hasn't got many friends in L.A, so I don't know where he would be!" Kendall stroked her hair as she fell into his arms and sobbed, and he took Lacey into his arms as Jo stood back up again.

"Listen," Kendall told her as she sniffled "don't worry yet, OK? We don't know something's not right. We just gotta relax, for now, until we hear something, alright?"

"Alright," Jo breathed.

"Come on; let's go back to the others, OK? And let's have fun on our baby girl's first Christmas," Kendall smiled, pushing Lacey's hair from her eyes. Jo clung to Kendall's arm, and she sniffled as they left her father's house; Kendall was right, they shouldn't spend the rest of Christmas day worrying, but she still couldn't help feeling that something wasn't right.

A/N: Done with this terrible chapter! Yay! So hopefully the next one will be a bit better, it involves our Little Miss Lacey and her parents :) Review?