Why are boys such pig-headed losers? Seriously. As soon as Paul got here him and Jesse went straight into the whole I'm-So-Incredibly-Macho-Man-I'll-Beat-Evil-Forces-With-My-Eyes-Closed thing. I could so tell there was going to be a fight. I had to admit though: Paul had changed. Or seemed to have anyway. Maybe it was just where my brain was fried from drinking so much coffee in the vain attempt of keeping my eyelids from drooping.

This is pretty much how the greetings went:

Me: 'Wow Paul. You got here fast.'

Paul: 'What can I say? I can't resist a damsel in distress.'

Jesse: 'Remember what I said Slater.'

Me: (raising an eyebrow) 'And what was that exactly?'

Paul: 'Nothing of interest. Something about me keeping my hands to myself. I didn't really pay attention.'

Jesse: 'Then maybe you shouldn't have come.'

Me: 'Um…..okay then.'

So maybe I he is kind of the same. I mean, he still managed to rub Jesse up the wrong way within seconds. It was a wonder that they'd ever been able to have a civilised phone call. And then of course there was the fact that Paul was still incredibly hot. For a lawyer anyway. With that tight black suit that…………….

Shut up Suze. He may be a hot lawyer but he's also extremely evil and totally in love with himself. Who needs the hassle of trying to steal the mirror away from their boyfriend? No thank you. I'm quite happy with the guy that still thinks the term Boob-Tube is offensive.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts I turned to face an arguing Jesse and Paul. I watched in amusement as they each took it in turns to point at a tiny map of NYC and say a different way to get around bumping into anyone that might know us. Or at least me anyway. Not so much the guy originally from the 1800's and his lawyer pal.

Then I started paying attention to what they were actually saying.

"We could leave her at the girls sisters' house. She could say she was on an extended break or something." Paul was saying earnestly. I narrowed my eyes at him menacingly.

"And who exactly is the ever cryptic 'She'?" I asked just as Jesse was about to reply –and by the look on his face agree.

"Susannah –" he began. But I put up a hand to silence him and pointed to the open book on the table beside them.

"I'm going back with you whether you like it or not, and right now we're wasting time. If you want to help me fine. But I'm leaving now."

And with that I abruptly closed my eyes and pictured the place which Kayla had described to me. It was much harder than I'd first thought. Especially with Paul and Jesse yelling at me to stop.

But a few moments later I was there. I felt the rush of wind pulling at my hair as I stepped out into the midday sun. Opening my eyes I could already feel the beginning of a killer head-ache. Shifting was not my strong point.

Staring around at the unfamiliar area I let out a sigh. This was going to be hard.

How do you find a kid in a place that you don't recognise?

Then I heard it. Giggling coming from one of the near-by dumpsters. When in doubt follow the giggling……………

"Didn't think you were leaving without us did you?" came a ragged voice from behind me. Spinning around I saw Paul and then Jesse.

"Too much to hope for huh?" I replied calmly. But inside I was shaking.

Was I doing the right thing?

"I guess so Skippy." Paul replied, taking hold of my upper-arm and trying to steer me into a nearby alleyway. Which I responded to by placing my feet even more firmly on the gravel floor.

"Skippy?" I echoed in a confused voice.

"Yeah. Don't tell me you've never watched –"

"Pardon me for interrupting, but isn't that our young Miss Kayla?" Jesse cut in sounding kind of annoyed. I couldn't really blame him. Paul was kind of a blast from the past that no-one was prepared for. Most of all me.

"Yes." I said quickly, yanking my arm away from Paul. Looking over at the little figure at the other end of the parking lot. That's where I had figured out we were. The parking lot. How spooky. Not.

Edging closer to Kayla I kept my eyes on the area surrounding us. The murderer-to-be could be anywhere. And it had to be close. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I moved steadily forwards. It was amazing that she hadn't noticed us yet. No wonder she was such an easy target.

"Forgetting something?" Paul's voice made me jump. Throwing him an aggrieved glare I took whatever he was holding out for me in his out-stretched hand. The amulet thing. Goody.

"Susannah –" I felt the familiar brush of Jesse's hand on my own. "- you don't have to be here. Slater and I can take care of it."

I regarded him for a moment and smiled. A small sad smile which told him all he needed to know.

"I'm staying. How else do you expect me to save the day?"

And that's when I realised the reason why it had been so easy to sneak up on Kayla. My heart sank as I watched a muscular man –'X'- stroll towards her lazily. Not lifting the gun from where it had been pointed all along. Her.

And somehow in that moment, he still managed to surprise me by lifting his sardonic grin on me, and pulling the trigger.

Only this time it was me that he hit.

A/N: Sorry for the tremendously long wait. I have serious writers block at the moment. Well until now obviously…….. Hope you liked this chappy!

(Thank You to everyone that has reviewed and waited so patiently.)