okay, so i know i'm moving the story along a bit fast, but i'm getting bored with all of the investigation things. they ask the same questions to everyone so i figured it's pretty much pointless to have interviews with charlotte, alice and lewis as well. if this chapter moved too fast for you, i'll try to fill in some things in future chapters. i'm sooo sorry that this took so long for me to post and i'm sorry that it's so short ):

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-xguiltyxpleasure-: really? i wasn't sure if i was getting marti's personality right or not. i tried my best to word things the way she would and have her attitude. haha, yeah alice is definitely the last person that should be a teacher, but i realized that i didn't give her a job after i was done with the chapter so i just came up with something quick. hopefully i'll be able to incorporate more of her in the classroom into the story later on :) thanks for reviewing!

Roughly three weeks had passed since Tyler's kidnapping and there is still no word or lead of him. Savannah was getting extremely frustrated with the police because they weren't finding anything out. She kept wanting to call it quits, but she knew she couldn't bring herself to do it because she wanted Tyler back more than anything. It broke her heart to know that her baby still wasn't at home.

"Savannah? Are you here?" Alice asked, walking into Savannah's house.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen," Savannah called.

Alice walked through the foyer and she sat her purse down on the island, sitting on a stool. "I hate my job."

"Why? Did you get thrown up on again?"

"No, I did not. Billy's been throwing things at Bailey and Grace, Hannah keeps telling Elijah she hates him and never wants to see him again and Savannah's… well, she's a Savannah Monroe in training."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"She's six years old and she finds optimism in everything. She is amazing beyond words. She's also annoying."

"I hope you don't tell them that to their faces, that could make you lose your job…"

"That is an amazing idea…"

"Don't you dare, that's horrible. You know deep down inside you love your job and those kids more than anything. They're your Tyler."

Alice laughed a little. "Tyler… Still haven't found out anything?"

Savannah sighed and shook her head. "No… I'm getting pissed off. I just wanna… call the whole thing off, but if I do, I'll never see him again. He's worth the frustration."

"Any child is worth the frustration. They're going to find him. Don't worry."

"How can I not worry? He's my son."

"I know… But, you can't think about it twenty-four-seven. You won't get anything done. Have you even been back to work?"

"I start back in two days."

"Those adorable babies will get your mind off of it so you can actually concentrate on your work. You won't even think about Tyler until you get home."

Savannah looked at Alice for a few seconds. "Was that supposed to make me feel better or something?" She asked with a small laugh. "Look, I know I can't stay focused on it all the time, but he's my son. You don't have kids, you don't understand."

"I don't have kids? Tyler is the son I wish I had. I have twenty-seven students that I love with all my heart. Those are my kids."

"You said they annoy you."

"You say Tyler annoys you all the time."

"He's two."

"My kids are five, six and seven."

"Why are there seven-year-olds in your first grade class?"

"Well, there's only one. He got held back. He's being held back again this year."

"The school year barely started, how can you tell he's going to be held back?"

"Because he doesn't do his work. I'm not going to go easy on him just because he's lazy."

"Maybe you should sit down with him and try to explain it word for word in his level."

"I can't do that, I don't know how."

"Well, I'll teach you, then. I'll just go with you tomorrow and if he's having problems, I'll help him. I help Renée with her homework when she's here."

"You'd do that?"

Savannah nodded. "Yeah. If a kid needs help, they need help. Even if you do try to help and it doesn't work, just call his parents in and tell them that you tried to help but you didn't get through to him because you're not sure how to get to his level to help him. Don't say that in front of him, though. It might belittle him and make him think that he's not good enough, or that he's just a loser altogether."

"He's seven. I doubt he'll think something like that."

"Kids are smarter these days, Alice," Savannah said, carrying a pitcher of water to the refrigerator.

"I know, but still. I don't think he'll think like that."

"You never know. Just to spare him the embarrassment, don't say it in front of him. Is hating your job the only reason you came here?"

Alice shrugged. "Yeah, basically. I don't have anything else to do. Might as well come bug you."

"Oh, nice."

"I know, right? So, when are you and Dan having your own kid?"

Savannah looked at Alice for a few seconds. "You're the second person to ask me that. What is it with everyone having a fetish about us having a baby?"

"Because your kids would totally be cute."

"We already have a baby, why do we need another one?"

"Tyler isn't Dan's son."

"He most certainly is. He has been since he was born. He raised him."

"Okay, technically. I'm talking biologically, Savannah. Don't you two ever have sex?"

"If it's any of your business, which it's not, yes we do."

"Well, throw out the condoms. Practice unsafe sex."

"I can't believe you of all people got a teaching degree," Savannah said, getting taking a lemon out of the refrigerator.

"…What are you gonna do with that?"

"Eat it. What else?"

"That's a lemon."

"Really? I thought it was an apple," she said, cutting the lemon in quarters.

Alice raised an eyebrow. "How long has it been since you've actually eaten a lemon?"

"I dunno, two years. Something like that," Savannah said, biting into the lemon.

"That's disgusting… Why'd you stop eating them?"

"Because it was a pregnancy craving."

"Ding, ding, ding. I just won."

"Won what?"

"You're eating a lemon. The most sour fruit in the universe and you're not making your sour face."

"I never make a sour face. Nothing is sour to me."

"It's a pregnancy craving."

Savannah stayed silent for a few seconds. "Oh, I get it… I'll be back in three minutes. I'm gonna go pee on a stick."

"You have fun with that, my dear," Alice said, as Savannah left the room. She picked a piece of the lemon up and looked at it for a few seconds. "Not sour, huh?" She bit into the lemon, and gagged a little, putting it back down. "There goes all the taste in my mouth and enamel on my teeth."