Tracey was in the staffroom about to go into the locker room when Kip walked in.

"Trace..."

She turned to face him. "Yeah?"

"Please let me give you a ride." He begged. "I'm worried."

Tracey sighed. "I'm a ex-cop. Cops go through a lot of training. I'm a big girl now, I can look after myself."

"Trace..."

"Don't Trace me, Kip. We're not together now anyway."

"That doesn't mean I don't care."

Tracey gripped the door handle. She cared about Kip too, she actually regretted calling things off, especially after the vomit incident where she couldn't tell him how she really felt.

"Its okay, Kip. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she opened the locker door and went inside, shutting Kip out.

Tracey stood on the footpath, waiting for a taxi. She had worked hard at the gym, so instead of walking home like she planned to, she decided to take a taxi.

Tracey paced the footpath, hoping that the taxi would hurry up so she could go home and take a shower.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Tracey's arm. She whirled around to see Leo.

"No." She managed to get out before a black cloth covered her mouth and nose and she was plunged into unconsciousness.

Tracey woke up feeling drowsy. She sat up and looked around her. She was in a little room, kind of like a jail cell. She tried to move but her legs and arms were tied up.

"Well look who's up." A familiar voice said. Tracey looked up to see Leo smirking over her.

"Why are you doing this?" Tracey asked, her voice coming out a squeak, looking up at him.

"Well your the cop who put me inside. I want to get you back."

"Doing this will only make it worse."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I don't really care if I get put inside again, the only thing that matters is that you'll be dead."

Tracey paled. "You wouldn't do that."

"Oh yes I can, and your boyfriend can't do anything about it."

"Hes not my boyfriend."

"Well, whatever he is, he likes you, and that's all that matters." He walked out of the room and Tracey watched him leave with fear in her eyes, as he came back with a baseball bat.

"No." Tracey whimpered. "Please don't."

Leo punched her in the stomach. "Don't talk." And with that, he hit her with the baseball bat until she sunk into unconsciousness again.

Kip paced the staff room. He was worried sick about Tracey because it had been almost 18 hours, and he hadn't heard from her, and she had a shift today.

He was worried about what Leo would do if he found Tracey alone by herself at night. Then his cellphone rang.

He answered it, hoping it would be Tracey. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Stephanie, Tracey's flatmate."

"Hi." Kip was confused. "Has something happened to Tracey? How did you get my number?"

"That doesn't matter. Tracey didn't come home last night, or this morning. Have you seen her?"

Now Kip had a reason for being worried sick. "No, I haven't seen her since yesterday. But she was going to the gym last night. I'm guessing she never came home?"

"She didn't. She didn't ring or text me or Mel, our other flatmate."

"Okay." Kip sighed. "Call the cops. Tracey's missing, and I think I know who took her."

"You think someone took her?"

"Yes. Someone named Leo Dukes."

Hoped you liked that, that was actually quite fun to write, and I will be writing a fanfic about Scotty and Tracey soon. I made up the names of the flatmates, so yeah. I know it was short again, but I have five minutes left on the computer, having only one hour a day really sucks.

Who thinks Scotty and Tracey should get together? I think they should, they have amazing chemistry, and they were so cute on Thursday.

Please review!!