Just Getting Started On A Big Night

Kidnapping?

Disclaimer - I don't own BTR

James

"Hey, guys? Kendall's been in there a while. I'm going to go check on him." I said. Logan and Carlos in the backseat only nodded as their agreement to my idea.

I walked back into the building and looked around, only seeing the receptionist rocking out to her headphones. Nice.

I searched for the bathroom and went over to it. The door was slightly askew from its frame.

I went inside and looked for any sign of Kendall. There weren't any. I checked all of the stalls and every corner of that bathroom before my panic started setting in.

I ran out of the restrooms and over to the receptionist. I rang the little bell on her desk and stood in front of her, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

She looked over at me, irritated. You've got no idea lady.

"Can I help you?" she asked as she removed the music blasting technology.

"Have you seen one of my friends? Tall, blonde, eyebrows?" I asked.

She shook her head 'no' and went back to her loud, obnoxious music. I looked around the lobby before my eyes landed on the fire exit toward the back of the building. I ran over to it and saw a white piece of cloth laying in the floor in front of the exit. I picked it up before I shoved the doors open. A silver Honda was speeding around the corner, out of my line of vision.

I had seen that car before, but I didn't think anything much of it. It was always outside around my or one of the other guys' houses. I didn't think it was anything big because I thought it could've been a new neighbor that couldn't find a parking spot or couldn't park in their garage or something. I had a bad feeling about that car.

-o.O.o-

Logan

Carlos and I were sitting in his car; all four of us drove here in his little grey Nissan Altima. James had gone inside to look for James so he and I just stayed here and cuddled as we waited for the two other boys to return.

I looked up through the windshield at the sound of racing tires filled the air. I saw a little silver Honda speeding out of the apartment building parking lot and into the traffic on the main road. I wondered what that was about.

I had just looked up again as I saw James rushing over to the car in a frenzied panic.

"Oh my gosh, James, are you okay?" I asked once he opened the door and slid into the drivers' side.

He hung his head and tried visibly to calm down again. "Someone's taken Kendall."

I stared at him in shock. I needed him to elaborate. "Explain!" I yelled.

"I went back into the building and looked around for anything that said 'Kendall-was-here' or something like that. I went into the bathroom and looked for him there, but there was no sign of him. Then, I asked the receptionist if she had seen or heard anything, but she only shook her head 'no.' Then, I went over to the fire exit and saw a silver Honda speeding around the corner. I think that whoever's in that vehicle has Kendall. I also found this." James was speed-talking. He only speed-talked when he was rushing, nervous, and trying to get his point across as fast as possible. He took out the damp piece of cloth and handed it to me to let me examine it. It looked like any wet piece of fabric, like it was saturated in water or something. I sniffed it and it smelled sweet. But as soon as the cloth left my nose, I felt woozy. The cloth wasn't wet because of water. It was wet because it had been soaked in chloroform.

"James... This cloth is soaked in chloroform." he looked at me, clueless. I sighed. "It was dipped in a sweet smelling chemical that makes someone drowsy and fall asleep." I elaborated.