"Elizabeth... Elizabeth... Baby, we're here." Michael softly nudged Elizabeth who was sleeping hard against him, nearly in his lap.

She sat up, confused and she felt nauseous. The flight along with the long car ride to Neverland was enough to make her feel sick.

"Bathroom, please. I think I'm gonna be sick." Elizabeth whined.

"Come on, lets go. Quick." Michael said, letting her out of the car and escorting her to the bathroom.

They entered the main house and Michael took her upstairs to his bedroom. She made her way to the bathroom and stopped him from entering. She shook her head and pushed him out, locking the door behind her. Michael chuckled and went to grab their bags.

Michael set the bags in the living room and one of his staff members began taking them up to the laundry room. Michael sat down and began listening to his voicemails. He had missed several important meetings and needed to reschedule first thing in the morning. As he was nearing the end of the queue, he found a disturbing voicemail.

The line was crackly and at first it didn't seem to be a legitimate voicemail until he heard a low, gruff voice.

"Lizzy, you there?" The voice asked. "I know you have her. Give her back. I need you back, Liz!"

Michael stood up, his heart racing.

"Give her back to me, you weird fucking creep." The hoarse voice said, and after a long pause, "You give her back or I will find her. And you, and you don't want me to find... to find you."

Whoever left the voicemail seemed to be intoxicated somehow. Michael was distraught and nearly swung at Elizabeth when she snuck up and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Hey, it's me." Elizabeth said, stepping back.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Are you?"

"Yeah, I just... I was listening to some voicemails and I have a lot of work to do. Are you hungry?"

"No, I don't think I want to even think about food for a while. I'm really sleepy. Can I go to bed?" She asked, pulling on the bottom of Michael's shirt.

"Yes, baby. You wanna sleep with me?"

"Mmhmm..." Elizabeth leaned into Michael and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm going to go to bed here in a little while. I have pajamas upstairs on the bed for you. I'll catch up with you, okay?" Michael said, his mind still racing about the voicemail.

"Okay, Michael. Goodnight." Elizabeth leaned forward on her tip toes and kissed Michael softly.

-

"I don't care how you have to do it, I need this caller traced, I need to find out who he is and what he's after." Michael whisper-yelled into the phone in his office.

"Of course he's after her. He mentioned her repeatedly. The voicemail was left four days ago. I need to get security to do an indoor and an outdoor sweep of the property. And I need at least four or five more on my security team until we figure this out." Michael rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.

"I'm sorry for being so demanding. I just need this all done promptly. And please be in touch with me when everything is sorted. You can reach my cell at any time of the day or night, if anything happens, I need to know." Michael said, ending the call.

He walked upstairs and joined Elizabeth in bed, where she was fast asleep in nothing but one of his t-shirts. He covered her with a blanket and double checked that the door was locked. He even went to the closets and checked that there was no one inside them. He felt paranoid, he knew that no amount of security would be enough to keep him from being afraid for her while they were at his home.

Michael sighed in frustration and laid down with Elizabeth, feeling her warmth soothe him to sleep.