Chapter 17

Finn's heart was racing. His feet were racing. Everything that was in his head before had totally vanished. The only thing he could think of were the last few words that had been spoken to him.

"We've found something…"

He'd been running ever since. He didn't care who was in the way or how much physical pain the running would put on his body. As a matter of fact, he was currently ignoring the sharp pain that the cold air against his face brought to his throat. Anything else going on around him didn't matter. The only thing that mattered in his head was her.

When he finally arrived to the police station, he was covered in sweat and his face was tomato red. Walking up to the front desk, the same intern from a few days before was sitting there, typing away at her keyboard. When she noticed his presence, she stopped typing and greeted him.

"Hello. May I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to see Detective Rousseau. It's about my girlfriend." Finn frantically explained. He wanted to be calm, but if there was anything he learned in the past few days, it was that calm was just simply not an option.

"Mr. Hudson?" she asked looking at her computer.

"That's me." Finn replied.

"Okay. Mr. Hudson, follow me." She said, getting up from the desk and making her way towards the back as Finn followed behind her. Once they came to a stop, they were standing in front of a door. Finn gripped his sweaty palms as the receptionist opened the door. Walking in, Finn came face to face with detective Rousseau and another man in a suit.

"Ah. Mr. Hudson, I'm glad you could finally make it." Detective Rousseau said stepping forward to greet him. "This is Detective Morgan. He just signed on the case. He's going to be helping us from now on." He explained.

"Hello, Mr. Hudson. I'd like to say nice to meet you, but under the circumstances that we're meeting, I'll have to say otherwise." Morgan said, holding out his hand for him to shake.

Shaking his head in agreement, he took the man's hand in his. Looking around, he noticed a large window on the left side of the room. In that room, there was a table, four chairs, and a man sitting in one of them.

"Who's this?" Finn asked, walking towards the window. The man looked young. He looked like he was just exiting his teen years. Maybe a little older. He had shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. He looked like one of those skater guys you would see in an old Avril Lavigne music video.

"He's the reason we called you. His name is Max Simmons and he's our number one suspect. We were searching for things in the subway and found an empty shot container on the floor in the corner of the room. We wouldn't have found it if it weren't for our search dogs. There was a trace of liquid in the container when we found it. We had it tested. Simmons's finger prints were on it, along with a trace of anesthesia." Detective Morgan explained.

"We came up with a theory one we've asked him a few questions. He's stumbling with the questions and he changes the story each time he tells his alibi. This is what we've come up with. You're girlfriend went to the bathroom after her stop in the subway. Simmons followed her into the bathroom and drugged her before she could protest. Now, he's working for someone who has her or he's hiding her himself. The man has guilt written all over his face. Now, all we have to do is break it out of him and we'll have your girlfriend back, "detective Rousseau joined in.

"How are we going to do that?" Finn asked through his teeth. His blood was boiling looking at the man and his short fingernails were digging into his palms from gripping them to hard. It took every fiber inside of him not to attack the man behind the glass.

"We're going to introduce him to you," detective Morgan said as he walked towards the door on the side of the window.

Following behind the two men, Finn came face to face with the man who possibly had his girlfriend. He had to look at the ground to keep from acting out. His anger was pumping adrenaline through his arms and all he wanted to do what beat the crap out of him. It didn't even matter if he was guilty or not. He wanted to let all of the anger out.

"Get up." Morgan said harshly to Max. Rolling his eyes, he followed his directions.

"Mr. Simmons, we have someone we'd like you to meet. Say hi to Mr. Finn Hudson, the boyfriend of Ms. Berry." Rousseau said, as Finn slowly walked forward.

"Hey, Mr. Hudson." The man smiled and held out his hand for Finn to shake. Seeing that Finn refused, he dropped it. "It's pretty unfortunate to find out about your girlfriend. I really hope Rachel is okay."

"You better shut your mouth. The next time my girlfriend's name comes out of your mouth, blood will follow." Finn threated through gritted teeth.

"Whoa, are threats even allowed? Maybe he should be the one being interviewed." Max said, acting sarcastic which was really pissing Finn off.

"Cut the crap. We're going to ask you more questions. If you can't answer them correctly, we're going to ask you more. Please, cooperate with us, because the way you're acting now, you're making yourself look guilty." Morgan said, pushing the man down in his seat.

"State your alibi again, Mr. Simmons." Rousseau said, as Finn watched them. His throat Was burning with rage.

"Like I said before, I was on the Subway." He answered.

"Yes, but before you that you told us you were waiting for your subway train to arrive so you could get on it. Which one will it be, Mr. Simmons?" Morgan asked.

"I was on the subway." He restated.

"What times did you ride from?" Rousseau asked.

"5:00 to 7:15." The man answered. Finn heard uncertainty in his voice and from that point Finn knew he was lying to them. That time estimate was a total guess and everyone knew it.

"What exactly were you doing riding the subway for two hours?" detective Morgan asked.

"I was taking the time to appreciate the area. New York's a very beautiful city if you take the time to appreciate it." Max told them.

"The subway is underground, dumbass." Finn growled.

"I-I-I was appreciating the subway system. I think it's really cool how a train can go underground." He answered.

Finn was becoming fed up. Every answer they would ask him would get a lie for an answer and he was getting sick of it. After about another round of useless questions, Finn was done. Banging his hands against this wooden table, he got up and spoke.

"This is absolutely useless. He isn't saying anything."

"Just give it a few more questions." Morgan whispered.

"I don't have time. I need answers now and I don't think you people seem to realize that! There isn't enough time to play around. I need to find my wife!" Finn yelled, not realizing what he just said.

"We're working as hard as we can Mr. Hudson." Rousseau answered.

"Well, not hard enough." He said. "If you people can't find her soon, I'll find her myself." Finn told them.

"Wait…" The room fell silent as all eyes went to Max. "…I lied…"

"What do you mean, you lied?" Morgan asked.

"I was covering for someone. I quit because I didn't want to get busted and put into jail again." He slowly explained.

"You were waiting until now to tell us when we could've learned hours ago before all of those useless questions?" Finn asked, angrily.

"I was too scared because I didn't want to go to jail." He told them.

Grabbing him by his jacked, Finn lifted the man up and yelled in his face.

"Tell me right now or else I swear I will kill you."

"Mr. Hudson, please calm down." Morgan said.

"No, he's protecting someone. He's protecting someone that knows where my wife is. He doesn't deserve calm." He yelled.

"Okay, fine. It's one of my friends from childhood. Her name is Mandy Carter. She's mentally ill and she hasn't been taking her meds regularly. She told me to take Rachel to her because she wanted revenge on her." He frantically explained as Finn slowly placed him back on the ground. Shock took over his face. Things suddenly became clearer.

"Do you know where Ms. Berry is being held right now, Mr. Simmons? If you do, please tell us." Morgan said as they both got up and tried to get more information out of him.

"Yes. She's holding her in her mother's basement in New Jersey." He replied.

"Is the mother aware of this?" Rousseau asked.

"No sir. Mandy's mother passed away last year." He replied.

"Okay. You're coming with us. We need you to show us where she is and if you lead us to the wrong place we won't hesitate to put you in jail for life. You understand that, son?" Morgan asked.

"Yes sir."

"What are we waiting for, let's go!" Finn said, trying to move.

"No, Mr. Hudson. We're not sure what we're going to find in that basement if she's even still there. It would be best for you to stay here. Go home, get some rest. We'll let you know when or if we find something." Rousseau told them as they escorted him out of the small room. They then proceeded to put hand cuffs on Max before they walked away.

"No. You can't do that! I'm coming with you!" he said, following behind them as they walked toward a police car.

"Mr. Hudson, please follow orders. We'll call you, I promise. We can't have leverage. We need to do our jobs without emotional distractions. We'll let you know."

With that, they got into the car and quickly drove away, leading two cars filled with armed policemen. Standing in the middle of the empty parking lot, Finn's heart completely shattered. He fell to a painful drop on the concrete and started sobbing. One of three things would happen without him there. They would find Rachel, they would find a dead Rachel, or they wouldn't find anything at all. All he was allowed to do was go home and get some rest. The detective didn't know Finn at all. All he knew now was that he wouldn't get any rest today.

Blurry light came back into Rachel's vision. For a moment, she sat there trying to figure out where she was. Then, the sharp pains from her face and her ribs brought every single terrifying memory to her mind. She was stuck in the basement that she had just been beaten senseless in. Her face was hurting the worse. The pain was agonizing. Tears sprung to her face.

Wiping them away with the side of her shoulders, her arm brushed against the side of her nose and the pain intensified. Feeling her nose again out of curiosity, she felt something wet under her nostrils. Running her shoulder against it, she lowered it and examined it; blood.

Great, she thought. Her nose was broken. Maybe that was the result from that painful kick she got in the face earlier. She was grateful that there was no mirror around, because if she saw her reflection right now, she was certain she wouldn't recognize herself.

The pain in her ribs was more painful now than they were before. She'd never experienced the pain herself before, but she'd treated a patient with similar symptoms. The kid fell from a tree and was complaining of his sides hurting terribly. It turns out that he had a cracked rib. From the feeling of things, she knew that she probably had that now. She knew that all they could do in the hospital was set them and wait for them to grow back. So, the pain would be there even if she didn't want it to. There was nothing she could do about it.

Looking across the room, Mandy was sitting at the desk, silently scribbling something down with a pen and a notebook. She didn't even notice that she was awake yet. She seemed concentrated. Her facial expressions looked like she was concerned about something. She looked like she wanted to cry. Quickly, Rachel looked away and glanced at the light seeping from the window and threw her concentration on it. The light gave her hope. It screamed freedom, liberty, and all other good things on earth.

She liked to imagine that the sky was blue. The only view the window projected was grass, which made Rachel seem to believe that she was under some sort of house or in some basement. She imagined people passing by this place and not even knowing that a girl was being brutally tortured underneath it.

This thought brought a cruel laugh to herself as her ribs ached from the movement of it. She realized that she probably did the same thing in her life. She now knew the true meaning of "ignorance is bliss." She just wished she would've known all of this would happen before she stepped out of the house that morning. She wished she would've let Finn convince her to take a taxi. Maybe all of this wouldn't have happened and she would be safe in his loving and warm arms right now. But, then again, they may have found another way to get her. She would never know.

Finn was the only thing on her mind these days. It really helped her cope with all of this. Especially when she was beaten left with a new set of bruises. His face in her mind told her to keep fighting and pull through like a warrior. All she wondered now was what he was doing. She hated the fact that she never got home to him that day. He was probably freaking out. She would've done the same thing.

Her mind finally came back to reality as she felt something odd. Her hands were tied behind her back on the chair like every other day, but something didn't feel right. The rope around her hands didn't feel like all of those other days. The rope was… loose. Fiddling around with it, she took the knot in fingers and slowly tried to untie the rope. When she found success, the rope came undone and her hands remained free. She ran her hands along her free hand and winced when they ran over the cuts and brush burns on her wrists.

She realized that she could use this to her advantage and since Mandy didn't think to tie her legs up as well, she could get up and run towards freedom. She knew the movement would cause her a lot of pain with her ribs and she probably wouldn't be able to get that far, but it was worth it if it led her to freedom.

Mandy put her pen down and got up when she noticed that Rachel was awake. She held the rope in her palms to make it look like she was still roped up.

"How are you feeling?" Mandy asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"How do you think?" Rachel asked. Her voice was still a little horse.

"Well, if it helps you look like you got hit fifty times by a large pick-up truck." She said.

"Well, then you've guessed my physical state because that's exactly how I feel." She replied. She wasn't lying. She probably felt worse.

"Well, then I guess you'll like this morning's agenda. It doesn't deal with the physical aspect of your body, just the mental." She explained.

"Look at blondie using big words. I didn't think you could do that." Rachel whispered.

"I've been doing my research on you. Your dads are Leroy and Hiram, right?" she asked.

"I'm not going to tell you that." She said, anger boing in her blood.

"Oh, she gets defensive. I guess that's a yes." She exclaimed. "Your friends are Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany S. Pierce, Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans, Blaine Anderson, and a bunch of other people whose names aren't worth remembering, right?" she asked, looking down at her iPad. "I'm so right, aren't I? You know, Rachel, facial expressions say a lot. So does googling someone." Silence filled the room. "Oh, good more silence. Thanks for the help, honey. I can finally get started on the funeral invitations and programs. Also, do you want a burial or to be cremated? I need to know before I get rid of you." She went on.

Rachel didn't reply. All she did was sit there with more tears falling from her face. She didn't even bother wiping them away. It wasn't even worth it. All she could do now was think of her fathers and Kurt and her birth mother. She had ended things on terrible with all of them and she knew that if she died soon, she'd never get to make things up to them. Especially the way she rejected Shelby and yelled at her fathers on Thanksgiving. She needed a second chance to redeem herself. But, looking at things now, that wasn't going to be possible.

"Mandy?" she whispered.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice right now." She instantly replied as she continued writing at the desk.

"Please…" she begged.

"I swear if you don't stop talking, I will kill you." She threatened.

"It's about time." Rachel told her.

Silence lingered over the air. Twenty minutes passed by as Rachel stared at the light seeping in through the window. She didn't even know why Mandy had her in here besides the whole Finn part of things.

"Can I ask you something?" Rachel asked, turning towards Mandy again.

"Shoot." She replied as she continued writing.

"What's your plan?" she asked, gaining Mandy's attention.

"What do you mean?" she asked, curiously.

"Well, seeing as though I have been stuck in here for the past few days and you're making funeral arrangements, you're going to kill me. What's your plans after all of this is done?" Rachel asked, staring at the ground.

"I'm going to carry on with my life as if nothing ever happened. I'm going to wait the appropriate amount of time and then I'm going to be there for Finn. Then, we're going to live happily ever after and raise a family." She explained without difficulty. She seemed like she had everything planned perfectly out and not a single second guess was in sight.

"Has it ever occurred to you that things might not go just as smoothly as you planned? What if you go to Finn and he refuses? I mean, have you really thought all of this through? I would hate for things to go terribly wrong after so much effort has been put into it." Rachel told her.

"You don't know anything about Finn. He'll fall in love with me." She defended herself.

"Have you forgotten who I am? I've been friends with Finn since we were small children. He has a specific type, you know." Rachel replied.

"What? You?" she asked.

"Finn always goes for brunettes. He liked to reserve blondes for his one night stands. The only blonde that he had a real relationship with was my friend Quinn, but that was in high school. You might want to buy the hair dye now. Plus, how do you even know that Finn will want to settle down after I die?" she asked. " I mean it's one thing to lose your girlfriend, but I'm also his best friend."

"Omg, get over yourself. He'll be just fine without you. Hey, he might even be happier. That annoying voice will be out of his life. I'll make him even happier than you could." She said.

"Who's to say you even make it out alive?" Rachel asked.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"You don't things will just go back to normal after this, do you?" she asked. "Mandy, you'll have killed me."

"So?" she replied.

"I will go missing, which, if you haven't noticed I'm missing right now. The police will start searching everywhere and you'll live your whole entire life with the fear of being caught. You'll be a mess. Plus, won't it look a little suspicious when you start dating the love of my life shortly after I've went missing." Rachel explained with a painful smiled due to the pressure placed on her broken nose.

"I'll manage." She said.

"You're going to get your ass fried." Rachel said. "Too bad I'll be dead."

"No I'm not. Everything's going to be fine." She assured herself.

"Mandy, have you ever heard of a little thing called karma?"

"Yeah, when you do something bad to someone the laws of the universe and physics will work against you until you feel pain for what you did." Mandy explained.

"If you kill me, I promise you, you'll understand it way more than you do now." Rachel promised.

Mandy sat in silence, looking down at her notebook. Rachel had scared her. Her facial expression of concern proved it.

"You're not going to scare me, Berry. You deserve every single ounce of pain that comes your way!"

"Why? Why me, Mandy?! What have I ever done to you to make you hate me?!" Rachel asked, yelling.

"You stole the love of my life!" Mandy yelled back.

"What is it with Finn? Why are you so obsessed with him?" Rachel asked as her face turned red with anger. "Why is it so important that you be with him?"

"Because, I love him!" she screamed.

"Give me a reason and then I'll understand…" Rachel told her.

"I just, I just love him that's it." Mandy answered her.

"That makes no sense." She replied.

"He was the first guy to make me feel pretty. He was the first person to make me feel like I could actually have a future with him. He was the first man to make me thing that I was something more than a stupid blonde and a one night stand. The first time I saw him in that club that one night, he made me think that I could finally settle down and start a family like I've always wanted. It was love at first sight. His kiss made me feel like I could just stay there forever. I knew that he was the one for me and I always stick to what I want."

Rachel looked to the ground as tears came back to her eyes. She couldn't stand the thought of Finn with anyone else than with her. But, that was before the got together, she told herself. He was a player before they confessed their love for each other and she knew it. She had no idea why this was bothering her so much.

"Mandy…" she whispered, with pity on her face.

"When we slept together, I knew that if my whole entire life was going to be like that, I would be okay. My mother was dead and I felt sad. When we slept together, he made that sadness go away. I fell in love with him. And then…"

"And then what?" Rachel asked.

"Then, you came and everything was ruined." She said with hatred in her voice.

"Mandy, you don't understand. He called me to come. He wanted a way for you to leave his apartment. He was too scared to ask you to leave himself. That's why I pretended to be his wife. I'm sorry if he made you feel that way. I was very disappointed in him back then. He did the same thing to several girls every week. It was always the same routine with him and you need to understand that." Rachel tried to explain.

"No. He loves me, I know it." Mandy replied, tears forming in her eyes.

"No, Mandy, he doesn't. It was a one night stand you got attached. I'm sorry." Rachel replied.

"Shut your mouth!" Mandy screamed as she punched Rachel in the right eye hard.

"Ahh," Rachel said as her face fell. "I don't get it, Mandy. There are plenty of other nice men out there that could love you for exactly who you are and not just another one night stand. You're a very pretty girl, Mandy. Don't waste your time on Finn. The one for you is out there, I know it." Rachel explained as she cried.

"No, no, no! It's always going to be Finn! Shut up!" she sobbed.

Rachel cried to herself. She knew that she shouldn't, but she felt bad for Mandy. The girl in front of her was just a normal girl who got attached to a man who only wanted a one night stand. She could relate sort of. She sure as hell wasn't stir crazy like Mandy, but she got attached to Jessie, who didn't really want to be in a committed relationship with her. When he cheated on her, Rachel hated the girl he cheated with. Maybe that's how the girl standing in front of her felt. After everything that this girl's done to her, Rachel saw Mandy in a new light here and now.

She was no longer that monster who showed no remorse. She was a girl who had her heart broken. It made Rachel feel bad, because she was a part of that.

She then began shaking her head in disagreement. No, she wasn't a normal girl. She reminded herself that she wouldn't let this girl win this fight. She was the one who kidnapped her. She was the one that beat her even when she pleaded for her to stop. She was the one who made her sob every night when she was left alone to sleep. She was the one who kicked her in the face and broke her nose. She was the girl to play the dirty trick on her to make her believe that Finn didn't love her. She was the girl who caused her heart to break. This girl in front of her was planning to kill her so she could with the love of Rachel's life.

That was not okay. Rachel would not pity this girl. She was crazy and she had caused her too much pain in the past. She needed every ounce of pain that she, not Rachel, very much deserved. Rachel wished she could give it to her, especially in the emotionally vulnerable state she was in now. But even if she tried, it would never work. Rachel was in too much pain and Mandy would probably kill her just for trying. But, she did have the option of running free seeing as though her hands were secretly untied.

She sat there, watching the blonde woman cry in front of her. She felt disgusted with her. Leaning her head down, she began sobbing along-side of Mandy. But, she wasn't crying because she was sad or scared. Rachel began crying because she realized how pathetic this girl's life was. She was crying because Mandy had no good intentions in her body. She was crying for the lost girl, not herself.

"You ruined my life, bitch! Now I'm ruining yours." Mandy said through her cries.

Rachel stopped crying and began hysterically laughing. Finally containing herself she looked up at Mandy and spoke. "You're pathetic. If you're looking for sympathy you better sure as hell go to someone else, because you're not getting any from me. "Rachel said, gritting her teeth.

"I'm done with you…" Mandy growled as she walked back over to her desk. Rachel watched her as she grabbed something. Her eyes widened when she saw what she grabbed. It was a bat; a long metal bat. "Say goodbye, Berry." She said as she swiftly walked towards her.

The last few moments went by in slow motion for Rachel. She knew that it was now or never. Putting her hands in front of her body, she stood up and grabbed the bat in Mandy's hands. She held on as tight as she could as Mandy tried to yank it out on her hands. She held on with every single jerk, yank, sway, and push. The metal bat resembled her life and if she let go, she would never see Finn again. She was hanging on for him. For everything that was waiting for at home.

On the last yank, she felt to the ground with Mandy falling on top of her body. She moaned in pain with the pressure of Mandy's body against hers. She couldn't move. Her ribs were killing her and if she moved they would hurt even more. She tried, but the pain was too intense. She lied there as Mandy got up and retrieved the rolling bat.

Rachel's eyes widened when Mandy was pacing towards her with the bat held back. Something within her mind clicked. Move, Rachel, she thought. If you don't try with every fiber of your being, you're going to die here and now, she told herself. At that moment, she turned and started aggressively pulling herself across the concrete ground using her arms.

"Cat and mouse, I love this game!" Mandy exclaimed as her laughed filled the air. Rachel knew that she was done then and there. Her arms were becoming tired, her body was aching, and she wasn't going fast enough. Today was the last day of her life and she knew it. Stopping, she got on her back and waited for Mandy to get close enough to her. She was running out of ideas and her heart was pounding. Once she was standing right above her, Rachel raised her leg and kicked Mandy in the leg as hard as she could.

Hearing the pain-filled scream, Rachel knew that she had just scored herself another chance to get out of there. But everything she planned failed when Mandy got up and began limping towards her. Pulling her back by her hair, Mandy flipped Rachel back over on her back and smiled an ugly and revenge-filled smile. "Any last words, Berry?"

"Please…" Rachel said, begging for her life. Mandy had no remorse from the beginning and to her dismay, she had none now. Rachel fell still in surrender and waited to die. She just hoped it would be quick and painless. But by the look of the weapon, she knew otherwise.

Mandy pulled the bat back to prepare to swing with all of her might. At the last minute, Rachel scooted her body up a little more and the bat slammed into her leg.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," the pain was unbearable. She was pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard the scream. She held her throbbing leg in her hands and screamed as she cried. It hurt very much, but it may have spared her a couple more minutes of living.

Mandy pulled the bat back again, but before she could swing it at her again a door swung open and a man's voice filled the room.

"It's the NYPD! Don't move an inch."

Rachel looked up at Mandy, whose eyes went wider than normal. Rachel let out a cry mixed with relief and immense pain. She started hysterically crying as the police officers surrounded Mandy, who still had the bat held back in her hands. They pointed their guns at her.

"Ma'am, put the bat down." The police officer on the side of her instructed. Sniffing, she began crying as she threw the bat to the side. Two of the police officers on the side of her grabbed her arms and handcuffed her. She was safe. She was finally free after the many days and suffering. She wasn't going to die. That scream saved her life.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." the police officer said as he walked Mandy up the flight of stairs leading out of the place.

"Ms. Berry?" a man asked as she held her leg.

"That's me." She cried.

"I'm detective Andrew Morgan and this is my partner, detective Joseph Rousseau. We've been working with your boyfriend, Finn, to find you. We want to let you know that you're safe and an ambulance is on its way to bring you to the hospital." He explained.

"W-w-where's F-F-Finn?" she asked, through her cries.

"We asked him to stay home because we weren't sure what state you were in. We'll let him know that we've found you. He's been worried sick. I can now see why." He chuckled.

"Detective Morgan, the ambulance is here." An officer said, approaching them.

"Tell them she's down here. Hurry up; she's in a lot of pain."

Rachel's vision was becoming blurry. She was feeling exhausted. The pain was exhausting her. Before she knew it she was being lifted onto a gurney with a bunch of people rushing and running. She then felt the gurney being lifted. Looking towards the side, she saw the railing of the stairs that led up the basement. She closed her eyes for a few moments, and then she looked up to see a big blue sky. She smiled when she saw that her prediction of the weather came true. She then saw the lights of the ambulance truck. She then closed her eyes and saw darkness.

Finn sat on the couch staring at the flat screen television in front of him. It wasn't turned on. All that stared back at him was the black on the screen of the TV. He'd been like this since they told him he couldn't go with them. His eyes were red and droopy from the lack of sleep he'd gotten. Scratch that, the absolute no sleep he'd gotten. He nearly jumped out of his mind when the familiar tone took hold of his phone.

Picking it up, Finn didn't recognize the number. Sliding the screen, he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Finn, it's me, detective Morgan. You better get down here. I'll text you directions if you need them." He said.

"Wait, what's going on?" he was confused.

"Well, remember today kid, because it might be one of your luckiest ones. We've found Rachel, Finn. She's okay."

The words didn't even have time to process in Finn's mind. He took off. The weight of the world fell from his chest and he no longer despised the rising of the sun. Relief saved him.