A/N: Wow... we totally lost... D: umm well here ya go... ENJOY!

Cal fell to the ground, for he could no longer hold himself up. Adrenaline was giving up on him. Ben ran to his side and picked him up, "Wow Cal. How the hell did you manage to walk over here?" He asked surprised. He helped Cal limp back to his wheelchair.

Cal ignored him and rolled himself out madly.

Zoe sat there and took a deep breath.

"Where is she?" Ben asked Zoe.

She stared at him and bit her lip. She leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "Jack said they were moving locations... its too late." She whispered.

Ben punched the table, "Damnit!"

Zoe looked at the white walls. She knew that Cal was on the other side... watching.

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"So I was told that you walked yesterday." Amy said with a smile.

"I was mad. It was the adrenaline." He whispered.

Amy lost her smile and took a deep breath, "Oh..." She moved around in her chair, getting comfortable again and sighed, "Have you been practicing?" She asked him.

He nodded a little bit then started to cough. "Help..." He whispered as the coughing got worse.

"Oh my gosh... Cal are you okay?" She asked him, patting his back.

He shook his head and tried to get in a deep breath before he started coughing again.

"Cal!" She screamed worriedly as he began coughing up blood.

"Call.. doc-" He was cut off by more coughing. He leaned over in his wheelchair and looked at the floor as he coughed up more blood.

Amy grabbed her cell phone and called and ambulance, "I dont know! He just randomly started coughing and now theres blood." She screamed into the phone. She hung up and walked up to Cal. She laid her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "They are coming to help you." She rubbed his back as he stopped coughing for a minute or so. He took several deep breaths and looked at her. She made a big smile and wiped the hair away from his eyes, "It's okay... they are coming." She assured him.

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"Is he going to be okay? What happened? What are you doing to help?" Foster asked, throwing questions at the doctors.

"We are not sure yet... Some how a rib punctured his lung. I'm not surprised it happened... being in the condition that he was. He hadn't been eating, he was drinking alot, smoking. Horrible things when you are in the shape he was. Then it only takes one wrong movement and his week bones can move. A rib punctured his lung, he starts coughing up blood." The doctor said with a shrug. He opened his mouth to say something but Foster cut him off.

"He wasn't eating? He was drinking? Smoking?" She asked the doctor.

He nodded and then said, "Those are signs of depression... Anyway... he is going into surgery, we will get the rib back in place and do what we can." He smiled and then walked away.

Gillian sighed and turned around. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she found a chair in the waiting room. Ben walked in and took a seat next to her. She bit her lip, about to say something, but ended up crying.

Ben pulled her into a hug of confusion. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He waited a minute or so before he spoke. "What happened?" He whispered in a warm voice.

"Apparently he wasn't eating... he was drinking... he was smoking. Do you know how bad that is for his body when its like this?" She asked Ben. He shooked his head and waited for an explanation. "It weakens his bones... he ended up puncturing his lung with a rib. He started coughing up blood. They are going to put him in surgery and do what they can. He can't live alone anymore Ben. He is hurting himself." She said, wrapping her arms around Ben's body again. Ben nodded and held her, laying his chin on her head.

"Don't worry Foster... everything will come together when we find Emily... he is about to start walking... It going to be okay." He assured her, rubbing her back.

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"I love how they think that they might actually find you... And i LOVE how your mom wants you dead. That is liek the funniest thing I hae ever seen." Jack said with a huge smile. He grabbed Emily's head and forced her to looked at him. "You aren't so pretty now... with all those bruises..." He mumbled, dropping her head.

She let out a muffled groan of pain but stayed strong. She was tied up to a pole, her arms wrapped aorund it. She was on her knees on the cold concrete floor. Her face was covered in bruises along with her amrs and legs. She wasn't hurt vidally, she knew that she wasn't in danger of dying right now. If they found her, right now, they would take her to the hospital but there would be nothing to do for her. She only has bruises. She was fine and she continued to tell herself that.

Jack stared at her for a minute then asked, "Are you hungry? Oh nevermind I'm not going to feed you. If your dad isn't eating, then you aren't eating." She shook her head in sadness. She was so hungry. "Hey, just be happy that I'm not making you drink and smoke." He said to her. "So basically... I do tall this shit to your dad... and he is in the hospital, then I take you... then he stops eating and all that crap and a rib punctures his lung? And now he is in surgery... again? Seriously... this awesome chain of events is really making my day.. more like month... more like year." He said with a laugh, leaving Emily to her thoughts.

After he was out she looked at the TV. She could see Foster talking to Ben. They were talking about what happened with Cal. She then saw Foster jump up and walked out of the camera's veiw. She then walked back into the veiw and hugged Ben.

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"He isn't out of surgery yet, but it is going well." She said to him, pulling away from the hug.

"That's great." Ben said with a big smile, sitting down again.

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"He wasn't eating... he was drinking... you know... doing all the stuff you aren't supposed to do when you are in bad shap.e' Torres told Loker as they ate there lunch.

"Wow... sounds pretty idiotic to me." Loker said, shaking his head.

"Emily has been taken... he just found out his ex-wife helped get her taken... and he is in alot of pain... Don't be such a jerk." She said to him, throwing a french fry at him.

He grabbed the french fery and ate it with a smile, "Whatever."

Heidi walked into the break room and asked, "Have you seen Cal?" She asked.

"You didn't hear?" Torre asked. Heidi worriedly shook her head. "He is in the hospital. He wasn't eating. And he was drinking and smoking. Docotr's said depression probably. Um, one of his ribs punctured a lung. WHile he was in physical therapy he just started coughing up blood." Torres said looking at the floor.

"Oh my gosh..." Heidi said, bringing her hand to her mouth.

"Whatcha got there?" Loker asked, grabbing a package from her other hand.

"Um, I just got it today... It's for Cal." She said, sitting down with them.

"Hmmm... looks like a tape or something?" Loker asked.

"Should we watch it?" Torres asked them.

Heidi shrugged and they both looked at Loker.

"Why not?" He asked, opening up the package and taking the tape out. He walked into the lab and put it into the VCR. "That's the office." He announced.

Heidi and Gillian were near the front desk talking. Then Cal rolled in with the spongebob shirt on. Heidi and Gillian started to laugh.

"Oh my gosh..." Heidi whispered. "This is the day... they uh... found the scarf." She muttered scaredly.

Cal said something, then pulled off the shirt. Heidi had a surprised look on her face. He said something, then Kelly walked in. The whole conversation they had replayed on the screen.

"Ok stop... this si just scary." Heidi said, turning away. She walked over to the VCR and pulled out the tape. She examined it. "Jack." She read. It was written right on the tape.

"He is taping us?" Loker asked.

Torres nodded and looked around for cameras.

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