A/N Sorry for the wait everyone, I've been really busy wiht school and crap, but the bwolign season has ended and I now have a tad more time, until we get into debate state season anyway. lol.

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Callie Shaw opened her eyes and blinked confusedly at her surroundings. This was so not her apartment. Oh, she was at Joe's. She remembered now. Callie squinted down at her watch not quite believing the time it stated. It was eight in the morning; she must've fallen asleep on his couch last night waiting for him. Speaking of Joe, where exactly was the blond? Callie stood up and stretched briefly before glancing around the apartment for some sign of Joe.

She found none, but figured he was probably in his bedroom sleeping. So, she headed into the hallway and down the hall noticing that the door to the last room was slightly ajar. "Joe?" Callie asked softly knocking lightly on the door frame. No response. Assuming that he simply hadn't heard her, (after all when had simply calling out his name been enough to wake up Joe Hardy?), Callie proceeded into the bedroom. The first thing she noticed was that the room was definitely Joe's and not a guest room considering the piles of laundry littering the floor. His bed while unmade was empty and appeared un-slept in, if the basket of laundry taking up the majority of it was any indication.

Where the hell was he? Callie was beginning to think he hadn't come home last night. She headed back into the living room and sat down on the couch once more. She wasn't sure what to do. If this was the Joe of a year ago she would say he'd been kidnapped. But, this wasn't the Joe of a year ago. And therein lay the problem. She didn't know this Joe. She had no idea where he could be, but it simply wasn't like him to stand people up, he had left a note saying he'd be a few minutes late, this was far more then a few minutes. Callie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She simply did not know what to do. If something had happened to Joe and she did nothing she would never forgive herself, but it's not as though the police would take her seriously if she said that Joe hadn't come home last night. Callie mentally weighed her options trying to figure out exactly what to do. She could do one of four things:

1. Go to the police (they wouldn't do anything this early.)

2. Go home; pretend this never happened (definitely out.)

3. Go walk around randomly hoping to find him (Reality check: This was New York City, no way would she find him on her own.)

4. Go back to Bayport, get help, come back, find Joe (Joe would never forgive her for bringing their friends here. But what if Joe was hurt?)

It looked like there was only one feasible choice. Joe wasn't going to be happy about this. Not that she much cared; he would get over it, eventually. Callie grabbed her phone off the coffee table and took out her cell phone hurriedly dialing a number she knew by heart.

"Callie? We haven't talked in ages! What's new?" Vanessa's voice answered almost immediately. Callie sighed into the phone and prepared to explain to Vanessa exactly what had happened.

"Van, I have to tell you something…" Callie said softly wondering whether Vanessa would be mad at her for not telling her about Joe as soon as she saw him.

"What's wrong?" Vanessa asked noticing the strain in Callie's voice.

"I saw Joe." Callie said simply. Vanessa blinked at her phone not really understanding.

"Joe? My Joe?"

"Yes, he came into town last week and I saw him in that one diner where we used to go, and I tried to get him to stay, but he wouldn't, so I asked him if I could come visit him, and he said yes, and gave me the address to his apartment, and I was supposed to see him yesterday, but I got to his apartment and he wasn't there, and so I waited and he never came back, and I'm afraid something happened to him…" The words were tumbling out of her moth, and she knew she was babbling, but she couldn't stop. "And, I don't know what to do, Van, I think something might have happened to him, but…" Callie trailed off and looked at her phone helplessly. The line was silent for a minute, the other woman was clearly thinking.

"I'll be there in an hour, give me the address." Vanessa said trying to sound calm even as feelings of panic over Joe possibly being hurt warred with feelings of hurt and anger at him for leaving. Callie sighed in relief at the other's words.

"Bring the others."

"I will." Vanessa promised.

"He lives at Eleven-Eleven Devon Avenue." Callie added.

"Okay, bye, Callie." Vanessa said before hanging up the phone.

Callie sighed and looked at her cell phone considering the conversation. Her friend had tried to appear calm but she could hear the beginnings of panic starting to edge in. Panic and something else…anger? She wasn't sure exactly what it was. She would figure it out later, right now; she had to worry about what it was that happened to Joe. She stared at the door to Joe's apartment as though staring at it would somehow cause Joe to walk through the door. He had better be okay, or she would kill him herself. She couldn't handle losing another friend; she didn't think any of them could. They were all hanging on by a thread as it was, and if they lost one more person she didn't know if they would be able to move on.

A/N Review. It's suppposed to get to -30 degrees here tonight/tommorow, and if it does, I have no school! Which means I shall spend the day writing chapters for this story, because this is the only story I update, (as those of you who have me on author alert can probably tell). lol.