It was 2 a.m. Alex and Abbagail had not returned from Alex’s sister’s house.

Bobby had gone to bed at 10:00, after watching the New York Nicks being beaten by the Phoenix Suns. He did not think anything of it when Alex did not come home before he went to bed. He naturally thought she and Abbagail were just having a good time with Alex’s relatives. Abbagail usually was the only one who visited their cousins, because Abbagail was the only one trustworthy enough. Cassie and Dustin always were getting into mischief, like playing obnoxiously loud music in the early times of the morning, and late at night. They also liked to swear, and use inappropriate language. In addition, they made comments that nobody, besides from themselves, could quite figure out completely. They were attached by a bond they had been building since their preschool years. Some people thought it was odd they were adopted together, let alone both be up for adoption. Dustin was a year older than Cassie but that never stopped them from being best friends. Mark had a constant habit of locking himself in his room, and then would refuse to come out. He always was busy reading history books, or playing Halo, a game he had beaten seventeen times by the time the time he was adopted. He had a television of his own that he brought with him when he was adopted, along with his X-BOX. He was the calm one of the family. He always threw the hyperactive activities other people in the house were doing, over his head, like no loud electric guitar was playing.

Bobby reached over, as he usually did for Alex, who kept him in check; but she was not there. He immediately woke. He knew something was wrong…very wrong. Alex’s feminine scent no longer covered the sheets completely. Her clothes were still spread about the floor. As she always left them. She always cleaned them up right before she went to bed. Where was Abbagail then? Alex would not have just left, and took their daughter with them. She would have told him if it was an overnight stay.

He rushed downstairs to her room, the stairs thumping underneath him. He opened Abbagail’s door. Alex’s silver laptop was still on her bed, where Bobby knew she had left it. She had not been home yet, otherwise her comforter would be all messy; as it always was when Abbagail took a nap in it, and Alex’s laptop would not be there. Alex knew about Abbagail sleeping problem, how they could not let her have any electronics besides the radio at night. Meaning the laptop would not have been there if Alex and Abbagail came home.

He felt a rush of fear enter his body. He went numb. What had happened to them? He quickly went back upstairs. He knew if something had gone wrong Alex would have the sense to call him. He flipped open his cell phone; the voice said ONE NEW MESSAGE.

He played it: “Hi Honey, I’m just taking Abbagail to a McDonalds for something to eat, we’ll” – Bobby heard a loud thump, Abbagail screamed. “END OF MESSAGE” The brittle voice said.

“Oh my god…” he gasped.

They had been kidnapped he knew it. What had happened to Nicole’s brain to make her want to take the people Bobby truly loved? Had Frank taken his advice, gone to Nicole, and told her about Alex and his marriage? Why would Frank listen to him? He never would. Frank never took his advice, only ruined what Bobby had.

Frank had just wanted their mother to die so that he could get her money, him being the oldest of the Goren brothers. Bobby told him that he would never get to see his nieces or nephews, when Frank had bugged him right after Bobby and Alex had been engaged. Frank complained about Bobby using their mother’s engagement ring from their father. Frank also complained about not being invited to their wedding. Bobby responded by saying it was the sake for the other guests. Frank said Bobby was a druggie before too, as Bobby had smoked for several years. But that never made him a druggie. Cigarettes were perfectly legal. And back in the day you could smoke nearly everywhere.

He sighed deeply. He reached for his phone. He slowly tried dialed Captain Ross’s number. However, every time he hit the wrong key at one time or another. He felt like he wanted to throw his phone against the wall he was so mad.

Take a deep breath…He told himself. Everything’s going to be all right. He tried again. He hit the right keys, and put his mouth up to the microphone.

So what do u guys think? I did major editing. The first version was horrible. Thanks people!!

That's but not my point... Are you going to post the JG (initials of the person) stories???? And the funny names?? They're hilarious!!! You should. People will get a kick out of them. Out of the charcasim that went into it. Post them!! Or are you waiting cuz it's like the last part in the sega?? Do whatver you want. But do tell them only like 3 to 5 of the funny names are serious. Thanks Morgan!!! (or morgan freeman... hmm.. no you're not a famous actor) LOL

Just another one of those stories that I can't hang onto because of the text type...

Yepp... i like the text... it's nice and boring...