FX: The Series and its characters are not mine. They belong to big shots like, Rysher, Fireworks, Winterset, etc. No profit made. Just having fun.

Chapter Three

"Angie? Ang, you still there?" Rollie asked anxiously into his headset. He'd been sitting by a crate waiting for at least two minutes for the young blond to squirt the information he asked her for. "Angie? Marie?"

Rollie got up and started towards the van with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Entering the FX van, he found it empty. Angie's chair at the computer was empty. And he found a pair of headsets laying on another chair, where Marie was probably sitting.

Hearing Bluey barking, Rollie made his way out the back of the black van. "Where's Angie and Marie, Blue?"

The Aussie was answered with two barks from his mechanical robot.

Rollie knelt down to the ground after spotting another headset. The concerned Aussie then stood up and looked around the set looking for any signs of Angie or the director's sister.

Rollie went back inside of the van and walked out through the side door. Spotting the director by his trailer, Rollie moved towards him.

"Hey, Roger, have you seen Angie anywhere?" Rollie asked the director, his Australian accent thick with worry.

"Whoa, Rollie, remember I promised not to come near her until the movie is over." I may not even come near her then either, the way Tyler is protective of her, Roger Benson thought to himself.

"Roger, look I don't care what you promised me, Just answer my question have you seen Angie?"  Rollie repeated becoming extremely frustrated at the man.

"Tyler, the last time I saw her was this morning when I walked with Marie over to the FX van. That had to be about three hours ago. I haven't seen her or Marie since then." The director told his special effects expert, looking down at his watch.

"Bloody hell!" Rollie exclaimed throwing the headset he had in his hand onto the ground roughly.

"Tyler! What's going on? Is Angie missing?" Benson asked anxiously as he just noticed how worried the Aussie looked.

"Yeah. And so's your sister." Rollie replied, watching the director pale.

"What?!?! Marie? Did you look over the whole set? Maybe they're just somewhere around here!" Roger exclaimed, pacing nervously in front of Rollie. Before Rollie could reply, the director's assistant approached the two worried men.

"It's for you, Mr. Benson." The assistant told the director handing him a cell phone.

"Whoever it is have them call me back!" He snapped back, looking at Rollie.

"They say it's important they talk to you now, sir. Something about your sister." The young woman replied.

The director quickly grabbed the phone out of the woman's hand and answered it.

"Roger Benson speaking."

Rollie stood still watching his facial expressions while he spoke on the phone.

"Well?" Rollie asked anxiously once Roger hung up the phone, white as a ghost.

"He said that 'they have my sister and some blonde, who just couldn't mind her own damn business'. Those were his exact words." Roger relayed to Rollie.

"Angie." Rollie said in a whisper, turning the same ghostly white color as the director.