They seemed to have forgotten more senses than just sight.

And whether my husband had forgotten or not how well what was said in the bedroom could be heard from the kitchen, I wouldn't know.

I only drove around the corner when I left home, but in the direction of ninth and eleventh street. That much I knew was that if Chance held Iggy stuck in any room he wouldn't realize the numbers were the same as 911.

Or how much Iggy hated lintel soup…

When I was around the corner and out of the sight from our house I could finally pull my phone out of my pocket and started of with calling Iggy- maybe, if this was something easily fixed he would just pick up.

But as I imagined his phone lying a bit away- just too far for him to reach.

I must have known he wouldn't pick up! And I must have known this was Chance's doing.

…Hello, you've reached Iggy…

I wasn't surprised a bit when the phone clicked. And that voice I loved more than anything else…

I didn't care to leave a message. All I did was hang up and then called 911. But now how I supposed to explain to anyone about what system we had- to say something about a turn or a time that all made the numbers 9-1-1. To how I just knew this was of Chance's doing when I hadn't even seen him or properly heard his voice.

He had already showed he could find me, and when he couldn't trick me any longer he found our kids…

Emergency services, 911 New Amsterdam. How can I help you?

When someone answered at the end of the line I hadn't yet figured what to say. And what was I supposed to say? Right then I could only think of the fact that my husband hated lintel soup and had said something about 9th and 11th street, that he was sick and home alone and that he had had a patient who just didn't understand boundaries.

But how was I supposed to state it when I hadn't heard Chance's name for days?

When my husband was obviously not telling me what he wanted.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Yes- yes. I'm here…" I decided to just speak whatever came to mind. "I- I think my husband is being held hostage."

Well, I wasn't making things any easier for myself exactly…

"What is it that makes you believe that sir?"

…He just sent me to buy a kind of soup that he actually hates on a place that we've never actually been too. My husband is a psychologist and has had problems with a former patient that does not know any boundaries. He's now been coming after me and at last our children. We've had to turn him into the police. He now can't come close to him, me or our children. But he's been home, sick for a couple of days and I heard them talking before I left. I didn't hear the words but it was definitely a male. And he's the only one I could think of would want to hurt my husband enouh to actually do…

I gasped when I realized that what I had just thought hadn't been said out loud. Not a single sound of it had reached the woman on the other end of the line.

"Please believe me." I begged, but I barely knew myself what I wanted her to believe. I just knew myself that I wanted Iggy to be safe and where he was now, he definitely wasn't. "Please just believe me… Please help us." I could hear her doing something on the other end.

"Have you been talking to your husband?"

Well, yeah. I went to see him. At first, when I tried to call a few signals went by until it went to voicemail, I tried once more but then it went straight to voicemail. I knew very well Iggy kept his phone on at all times, except when he saw patients in case someone would call about any of the kids. But then he sent me to buy his least favourite soup.

"Sir? Have you been talking to your husband or gone to see him?"

"Y-yes." I heard even myself how stupid it sounded with that soup. It wasn't against the law to want lentil instead of taco or sweet corn. "Believe me." My voice had gone into a whimper. "Please believe me."

"Is there anyone who you think might have a reason to want to hurt your husband?"

"YES."

It felt like I had been waiting for a decade for that one question, I hadn't meant to shout but it was starting to become so frustrated and angry I was ready to turn around myself and go back home. If I didn't know that Chance had already taken so many ways to get closer to Iggy, I probably would have seen that as the only way.

"Please…" I begged. "Please believe me…."

I heard a voice without hearing the words he spoke.

My husband ordered me to go and get his least favourite soup.

I could have sworn there was someone behind the door I opened.

"Please…"

While I had the words inside of my head I had run out of the ones to say out loud.

"Please believe me."

I could hear the woman on the line doing something on a computer and there were a few seconds..

"I do believe you. But you must understand. A hostage situation isn't something we can take lightly on. Now… where are you? Which street?" I looked around as if I shouldn't already know all of this block and heard myself tell her. "Okay. We do have a car near you, so stay where you are. And stay on the line."

I'm not about to go anywhere…

While waiting for the police I clenched my hands in my lap and held the phone to my ear with my shoulder. I knew I wasn't about to go anywhere but all I wanted to do was to throw the belt off, throw the car door open and run back to my home where I could keep Iggy safe.

Those were the longest seven minutes of my life, but somehow something felt right when the police car came closer to me and there were no blue lights or sirens on.

"Hello." They stopped but I couldn't feel relief in the slightest. Not just yet when I didn't know if Iggy was safe- the only explanation to this, was I knew it- and it was Chance. "Have you been calling us for a hostage situation?"

"Yes." I was starting to feel shaky. "It's my husband. He's at home with… Look! It's a long story but the person he's with is not… he's not one you want to mess with."

"Have you seen this person around him today or by your house?"

"No. But I know it's him… Please." The police were one man and one woman who looked to each other. "Just trust me. This guy. His name is Chance. He's been around my husband, and when he couldn't do that around me and taking it so far as to go and fool our children into being their friend. And now… Please. There's just got to be an end to this."

It felt as saying every word was saying, at the same time I had to say it all or none of them would believe me. I didn't even know if I believed it myself anyway!

"What number do you live on?"

I could hear myself saying it. But I knew it by heart- it was the same we had moved in together. The one we had carried Harper into, the other three had been old enough to walk on their own. But no way were they coming over the threshold if I or Iggy weren't carrying them.

It was the same place that we had been through colds and stomach flu's keeping everyone awake.

And I knew very well it was the same that Chance had tricked himself into.

"Okay. My name is Officer Paul and this is my colleague Officer Destiny Deherrera. If we drive, can you come after us? It's only to keep you safe Mr. McIntyre."

"Of course."

Couldn't we ever stop talking? Why did the female officer have such an annoyingly long name? Why would it be safe enough if I drove first and they came after?

I decided to just go with what Officer Paul said. It was the only way we could make the time pass by now. While I saw in front of me our bedroom. Could Chance had hurt him? Stabbed him until he was bleeding to death. Did Chance start a fire or something else our kids were so young was he fooling them again somehow?

What if Iggy was in there now dying?

While still driving with shaky hands I looked up towards the windows that lead to my and Iggy's bedroom. Were they in there now? Had Iggy been hurt? Did he lie on the floor bleeding out while Chance stood right by and stared down on at him. What if he had set a fire…

I saw everything and a bit more in front of me just as well as the road and the police car. It couldn't have been more than twenty seconds.

But those were the longest twenty seconds of my life…

And then, just as we pulled over as a given signal, the door opened- just like I thought (Or really, known) Chance stepped out.

This wasn't the time to be relieved though.

Around me blue lights were being turned on, and Chance had a look on his face I had never seen before.

"Did you hurt him?" I almost didn't know how I made my way closer to Chance, and then I barely knew if I dared asking that question. "Chance? Did you hurt Dr. Frome…." Chance didn't answer me and all of a sudden he just looked so empty.

I couldn't help the mumble that escaped my lips while two police grabbed onto Chance and a third and fourth one ran towards the house.

"Do you have any guns or anything else we should know about on you?"

Chance still didn't answer, not to me and not the police while they grabbed his wrists from behind.

"…Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law. No! Wait! Mr. McIntyre?"

I had had enough of waiting. Maybe I should have waited to make sure the police could go in and make sure Chance hadn't left anything after him- if he'd hurt Iggy, or left something that I could hurt myself on- a gun or a knife or anything wouldn't surprise me in the slightest! But I had waited for a hundred years so I ran up the stairs and through the door.

"IGGY?"

I stopped, then waited more- what was I going to find?

My heart hadn't beat so hard ever before.

"IGGY?" Well. I could at least go to the bedroom first. Then I'd pass the most of the flat on the way whether Iggy was actually there or not. Which he was. And I found him sitting by the foot of the bed. Sobbing his heart out but seeming unhurt.

Once again it seemed like a thousand years. But so finally I was with him, he was sobbing so his whole body trembled while I took him in my arms. But I couldn't see any gun or knife or even blood or anything else that worried me.

"I got you."

And I wish he could have believed that he was safe now. That the police were right outside and I wasn't going to let anything bad ever near him again.

I wished I could believe it too. But after everything Chance Becker had done, was it going to end here?

"I got you."

Random fact

This is a oneshot. It won't have any more parts. But when I've finished the series. I just might write more with these two and their family.