"Wh-What was that?" Brianna asked, gripping Cody's arm. He slipped his other around her protectively, put looked shaken. "Cody, who was that?"

"I don't know," he answered.

"Guys, this isn't good," Kamille spoke from somewhere in the darkness. "I've seen this movie, and let's just say that the kids in the elevator don't make the sequel."

There was a thumping movement, and then a soft "ow".

"Greyson, you okay?" Brianna asked, trying to feel around for him. "Where are you?"

"I'm write here," Greyson said. "I think you're touching me…"

"This is you?" Brianna asked amused. She felt around a little more. "That's so weird…What is this?"

"Um…You don't want to know…"

Brianna gasped and moved back to Cody, who was shaking with nerves.

"Everything's going to be okay," Greyson assured Cody. "It's probably just a-OW! Fan trying to get your attention…"

"Maybe," Cody said doubtfully.

The intercom went off again.

"Attention! We have a code red lockdown! Three men are impersonating doctors and terrorizing patients. What they want is unknown, but two out of the three are armed. Repeat, lockdown!"

"Yeah, I doubt those are Cody Simpson fans," Brianna said. "Guys, what are we going to do?" Her hand was bleeding thicker and faster, and the piece of cloth Cody had given her barely mopped up any of the blood.

"Whoever these guys is, he's here for Simpson," Kamille said. "I say we leave him here and make a run for it."

"Absolutely not," Brianna said.

"Well, our phones are at the front office, we're locked in an elevator alone, and there are three men looking for us. I don't think this was an accident."

"But what could they…" Brianna began, wobbling a little on her heels. "What could th-they want?"

"Are you alright?"Cody asked, alarmed as she almost fell over.

"I don't think…dizzy," Brianna slurred. Before anybody could do anything, she toppled over. Cody caught her before she hit the ground pulled her over his shoulder. Her tank top slipped several inches, but nobody noticed.

"OW!"

"Okay, we need a plan," Kamille said, not the least bit concerned with Brianna fainting. "Greyson can't walk on his cast foot and Cody's holding Brianna so neither one of you can run very fast. That rules out escaping on foot."

"So what can we do?" Cody asked, annoyed at her bossiness. "Dress up as doctors?"

Kamille grinned.

"Really?" Cody groaned.

"OW! But first we need to get out of this elevator," Greyson said, practically.

"I know how to do that," Cody hoisted Brianna higher over his shoulder. With his free hand, he hit all the buttons at once. The dark elevator erupted in red light and a buzzer screeching so loud they couldn't hear each other.

"NOT SMART!" Greyson called. The elevator flew, falling to the ground as they all screamed.

The elevator crashed to the ground and they all fell to the ground, instantly becoming even more broken and bruised. They all stood except for Greyson, whose face was twisted in pain.

"Guys, my leg…" he whimpered.

"Just push through it, Grey," Cody said as Kamille helped him up. The elevator door opened, just a crack, and Cody wrenched a hole big enough for them to crawl through. They were in a dusty basement, the bottom floor.

Boxes and boxes of supplies lined the dusty concrete floor and at least a hundred pairs of green scrubs were covering the walls on multicolored hangers.

"We'll find everything in here," Cody said. "Here's a stretcher for me to wheel Brie, and one for Kami to wheel Greyson…"

"Here are some uniforms," Kamille said, digging through a box, her nose wrinkled. "Cody, you can wear be the nurse and I'll be the doctor."

"Yeah, that'll happen," Cody said, pulling a pair of scrubs and a doctor robe away from her before she could stop him. He shoved them on over his clothes, and Kamille did the same with a smaller sized version.

"Cody, there's a problem…"

"What is it?"

"I can see your face."

"Is this really the time?" Cody sighed. "Do you really have to call me ugly here and now?"

"Well, yeah," Kamille said. "Cody, you're ugly. But that's not what I meant. I mean if we run into any of those guys, they'll know who you are. You need this…"

She found a surgeon's mask that covered all the way from the top of his nose to the bottom of his chin. Also she found a green hairnet, and handed it to him. He sighed and pushed his golden hair into it.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeah, I can't even tell who you are," Kamille said. "Could you wear that more often?"

"Very funny…"

"Accent," Kamille said. "Fix it."

"But Brianna loves my accent," Cody said. "Why should i-"

"OW!"

"Why should I change it?"

"Because, llama boy, they'll know who you are if we run into them and you have an accent."

"Fine, how's this? I'm American now."

"Sort of," Kamille shrugged. "I guess it's okay. Now they'll just think you're weird."

"We need to cover Brianna and Greyson," Cody said. He unrolled a white paper and laid it over Brianna's unconsoss body, and then another over Greyson's.

"Why do I need to be covered up?" Greyson asked.

"Because you're friends with Cody," Kamille explained. "And so is Brianna. They'll know who we are if they see you, so play dead."

"Okay," Greyson sighed, and he lay still as they wrapped him in paper and wheeled the stretcher.

"Where's the exit?" Cody mumbled.

"Third floor," Greyson mumbled from under the sheet. "OW! Can you tell me when we're going up stairs so my leg doesn't-"

"Stairs," Kamille hissed as they dragged the stretchers up flights of stairs. Greyson whimpered in pain, but was quiet all the way up. Brianna was jostled and nearly fell three or four times, but eventually they made it to the third floor.

"Shh…"

The hallway was bathed in soft red light, and there wasn't anybody in sight. Cody took the lead, carefully wheeling Brianna across the multiple hallways. Kamille was behind them, trying to shut Greyson up who continually said "ow".

They crept along, almost at the exit. But then it happened.

They heard a voice coming from the hallway next to them, the one they had just passed through. Apperently they had just made it.

"Took the IV out of the girl," the voice was saying. "She should be dead in the next hour or two…The other boy couldn't get far, he had a cast on his foot. And the little dark haired girl seemed fine, but not too sane. They should be still trapped in an elevator."

"But we should have someone guard the exit," the deep voice, the same one from the elevator spoke. "In case they manage to get out."

"But boss-"

"Look, do you want Simpson to escape?" he asked. "If we lose the kid, we can't kidnap him and force his parents to pay every last dime to get their precious kid back. Do you want to be out millions of dollars?"

"No, but-"

"Fine! Fine, nobody will guard the door, but if he gets out I'm taking this gun and blowing out yours and every single one of your family's brains with it…"

"Yes, boss."

Cody and Kamille exchanged a look. They couldn't believe their luck! They were going back to the elevator, leaving Cody and Kamille to escape. This was going to work!

"OW!"

Kamille kicked Greyson, but it was too late.

"What was that?" the deep voice asked.

"I don't know," a third voice, this one a woman came. "Let's go check it out."

Footsteps came and Kamille and Cody exchanged another look. But, again, it was too late.

"It's them!"