24 Hours

This story won my poll, so I present to you all, 24 Hours. Each chapter takes places over one hour. The story starts at midnight, and ending at midnight, starting the next day. So this story takes places over one day. I got the format idea from this story another fanfiction story, 24 Hours, an iCarly story by Gabsikle, which is amazing! So if anything is similar to Gabsikle's story, I apologize.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. I only own the plot.

Hour One

12:00 A.M

James Diamond woke to a knock at the door. The brunette slowly got up off the orange couch in the living room of the apartment he shared with his three best friends in the Palm Woods, home for the future famous.

James opened the door and saw nobody was there. He poked his head out in the hall and looked down both directions, and saw not even mouse a stirring. But something on the ground caught James's attention. Five white envelopes, lying perfectly in a pile. James picked them up and shuffled through them, seeing that on each envelope is a name, specifically, his name and his friends, all typed in black ink. The last envelope is blank.

James grabbed his envelope and set the rest of the table. He opened his envelope and removed the contents of it. Inside, the only thing was a several photographs. Shuffling through the pictures, James nearly dropped the photographs at what lied in black and white ink on them.

"Kendall!" James yelled, running into the room Kendall Knight, one of his friends, shared with his other friend, Logan Mitchell. "Logan, get up now!" James flipped on the light switch, causing Kendall and Logan to stir.

"James, I swear, If this is about the fact that you're out of Cuda…" Kendall said, annoyed at the fact that he had been woken up.

"This is important!" James yelled "Get up now and come to the kitchen!"

"If you stop yelling, we will." Logan said, rubbing his eyes.

Satisfied, James ran out of the room and into his bedroom that he shared with Carlos Garcia, the youngest of the group. James quickly woke Carlos and rushed out of the room, Carlos in his wake.

"Okay James, what is the big deal that you're waking us up at 12:09 in the morning?" Logan said with a yawn.

James handed each boy the envelope with their name on it. Confused, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan each opened their envelope and like James, found several photographs. Carlos just stared at the photos, while Logan dropped his to the floor like they had burned him. Kendall slammed the photos down at the counter.

"What the heck are these?" Kendall demanded.

"I don't know." James said. "Someone knocked at the door and when I answered it, all I saw was those envelopes. But there is one more." James handed Kendall the blank envelope. In his rage, Kendall ripped open the envelope and pulled out a typed letter, along with four index cards

"Dear Big Time Rush." Kendall read. "By now, you have all seen the photographs of your love ones. If you ever want to see them again, you will comply to our demands. Today, at exactly eight p.m, you will have a press conference, where you will each tell the press about the secret written on the index card with your name. These secrets will determine the rest of your careers. Once you have all told your secret, you will receive further instructions on where to find your love ones. If you do not comply to our demands, you will never see your love ones we have taken. We look forward to our next meeting."

Kendall slammed the paper down on the counter. "Were being blackmailed?" He questioned, disbelief clear in his voice.

"What do the index cards say?" Carlos stuttered. Logan handed each boy the index card with their name on it.

"I can't believe this." James stated, shaking his head after reading his index card. "We are being blackmailed, someone we each love has been taken from us, and if we reveal these secrets to the world, Big Time Rush is over."

"No, the letter said the secrets will determine the rest of our careers." Carlos pointed out.

"Carlos, that's just a nice way of saying our careers are over." Logan said.

"This isn't real." James said, clutching the sides of his head as he leaned against his elbows on the counter. "This kind of stuff isn't supposed to happen!"

"We have to tell the cops." Carlos said, reaching for the phone. But as soon as he was in grasping distance, Kendall smacked his hand away.

"We can't tell the cops." Kendall stated. "If we tell the cops, who knows what these psycho paths will do to them. They could kill them if we tell. We're not risking it."

"So what do we do?" Carlos asked, looking at Kendall.

"Don't look at me!" Kendall exclaimed. "Logan is the brains!"

James and Carlos turned towards Logan, who was rubbing his face with his hands. "We need to wait till we get more information on what is happening." Logan said. "As of right now, we have to sit back and wait to see what happens."

"And what if we don't get anymore information?" James questioned. "What do we do then?"

"We give in to their demands." Logan said, nodding towards the letter on the counter. "As of right now, we have to listen to whoever sent that letter."

Kendall stormed off, slamming the apartment door behind him. James went back to the couch with his photographs, fingering the edges of them as he stared off into space. Carlos went back into his bedroom, collapsing on his bed. Logan too went to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. He threw the photographs he was sent on the ground before collapsing onto the floor in tears.

Outside the room, James had put a pillow over his face and screamed into it. He screamed till his throat was raw and he needed air. In Carlos's bedroom, Carlos curled up into a ball, silent tears falling off his cheeks and staining his sheets. Kendall ran through the Palm Woods Park, before collapsing in front of a tree, tears rolling down his cheeks.