AN: Yep, I know what you all are thinking… "She's back already? Doesn't she have a life besides writing fan fiction?". The answer - yes, I have a life, but every minute of free time I get, I spend it writing. This fan fiction was actually a request from one of my good friends - who is an extreme lover of James angst.

This is NOT slash and the ONLY pairing is Kendall/Camille, but there will be a lot of Camille and James friendship scenes. This is a multi-chapter story, but I don't know how many chapters there will be exactly. That is kind of up to you, readers!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, because if I did own BTR… Jo's character would have been long gone by now (no offense, Katelyn Tarver!), but I heart the Camille/Kendall pairing a helluva lot more!

Warning: Well, obviously some serious angst for James…but for everyone else, too.

When shopping at your favorite clothing store, while enjoying the soft rain that is falling, the last thing you want is to get a frantic phone call from your boyfriend saying that something terrible has just happened.

"How about this? Do you think Kendall will like this one?" Camille asked, spinning around slowly to model the plum, spaghetti strap dress. Her father sighed and ran a tired hand over his face as he watched his daughter model the ninth dress this afternoon. "I'm sure Kendall will love any one of them, darling" he replied, trying his best to stay patient and sound supportive. Oh, how he wished Camille's mother were here right now. His dearest Camille had only a few friends other than Mrs. Knight's boys, and those girl-friends were on vacation. How on earth he had managed to stay sane while his upbeat daughter dragged him from store to store in LA to look for the "perfect" dress for her date with Kendall tonight, he had no idea. Every mother that passed him shot him a pitying look as they left with their daughters - who had only tried on one or two things. Why was it that HIS teenager thought so highly of shopping and finding the perfect clothes? Her mother, his wife, had never really been a big fan of mall shopping, or clothes shopping in general. So, where did Camille get it from? His internal lamentations were interrupted, however, when the sound of Big Time Rush's "Til I Forget About You" started blaring from inside Camille's purse next to him. "Hey, Dad? Can you see who that is?" asked Camille from within the dressing room. Her dad nodded to himself and pulled her phone out of her purse. An adorable picture of Camille and Kendall sitting poolside, grinning like lovebirds, was flashing at him as the ringing continued. "It's Kendall, sweetheart" he shouted to her. A millisecond later, Camille shot out of the dressing room at a speed that would have made roadrunner proud. "Well, hello there" she said excitedly as she answered her phone. Her dad smiled at Camille, happy that his beloved Camille had found someone sweet, loving, and respectful towards her. Whenever Kendall would drop by their hotel room to pick her up, Kendall's love for Camille was evident and so strong. He got up from his seat and began to casually walk around the store, not wanting to hear anything too mushy between the two love-struck teenagers. "Baby, calm down, I can't understand a thing that you are saying" Camille said, sitting down in the seat that her dad had previously been occupying. "What? I'm on my way right now. Calm down, I'll be there in just a few minutes." she said after a long pause. She shoved her phone into her purse and grabbed her shoes from out of the dressing room. "What's wrong, Cam?" her dad asked, not liking the look on his daughter's face. "Dad, we have to leave. Now." she said, pulling on her tennis shoes and leaving behind all of the clothes she had been planning on buying. "Camille, tell me what's going on!" her dad exclaimed. Camille tied her last shoelace and ran a shaking hand through her curls, "Dad, James is missing".

Teeth chattering with raw worry, Camille raised her fist to knock on the door of 2J. Right before her hand hit it, the wooden door was flung open and a tall, lithe figure with dirty-blond hair was suddenly in her arms. Camille steadied herself as the force of the embrace nearly knocked both of them onto the carpet. Once she regained her balance, Camille wrapped both arms around the familiar, toned body and returned the tight embrace. Instantly, long, lean fingers gripped the back of her shirt into a fist and silky hair brushed against her collarbone as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Camille smoothed her hand over the soft material of his shirt and up his back. "I'm right here, Kendall." she whispered. A tremor wracked his frame and Camille felt him tighten his grip on her for fear of his knees giving out. "Let's get you inside." Camille whispered gently. A few seconds went by before Kendall finally pulled away from her and stood in front of her. He looked so upset that it almost broke her heart right there and then. Camille reached out and softly traced his jaw line with her fingers. Kendall bit down on his lower lip and just looked at her with shining green eyes. Camille wrapped an arm around his slim waist and walked into apartment 2J with him, being met with a chaotic atmosphere. Mrs. Knight was talking with a police officer, Carlos was sitting at the kitchen table working on some sort of missing person's poster, and Katie was sitting on the edge of the couch with an arm around a distraught Logan's shoulders. Once inside, Kendall pulled away from Camille and went to sit down on the couch, instantly pulling one knee up to his chest. Most people would assume that the position was just his preferred way of sitting, but friends and family knew him well enough to know that the position meant something was wrong. If they are having a bad day, they don't feel well, or they are just plain upset about something, you will find Kendall and James with their knees pulled up to their chest. Usually with their chin resting on top of their knees and a heartbreaking facial expression. James. Camille's heart constricted painfully as the numerous possibilities of where he could be filled her mind. However, she hadn't gotten the full story from anybody yet. After filling a glass with cool water, Camille walked over and sat down next to Kendall. "Have something to drink, Kendall" she suggested, handing him the glass. He mouthed a "thank you", obviously not trusting his own voice to stay strong. He released his knee and straightened up to sit with his back against the cushioning of the couch. Camille scooted closer and put an arm around his broad shoulders, pulling him close against her side. Kendall took a small sip of his water and then set it back down on the table. "I need to know what is going on" Camille whispered, reaching up and combing her fingers gently through his silken hair. Kendall nodded furiously and exhaled deeply before speaking. "Carlos and Logan were here…at the apartment this morning. I was at Rocque Records finishing up some dance rehearsals and James was going to go shopping for a new lucky v neck tee shirt." Kendall said, speaking softly. Camille smiled sadly at the mention of James' lucky tee shirt. "I got home around 3:00pm and James still wasn't back after two hours. We knew that it wouldn't take THAT long for him to go shopping, so we tried calling him again and again…and again." Kendall said, his voice turning into a mere whisper to try to conceal how it was breaking. "He never answered, so we tried visiting his favorite clothing stores and no one had even seen him around. We tried every single clothing store in the area, Camille. There's no sign of him." Kendall finished. Camille squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to ward off the intense oncoming headache as she tried to stay calm. James was missing. Damn it, James…was missing. A loud clap of thunder made both her and Kendall jump a foot into the air and Kendall curled himself up into a ball, resting his head against Camille's chest. Rain began to hit the windows and lightening lit up the apartment every few seconds. What if James is out in this? Camille began to run her hand up and down Kendall's back, the action calming both of them. They sat wordlessly on the couch for quite some time. The police officer, report in hand, left after another twenty minutes went by…only after giving them some bad news. It was getting late, daylight was diminishing, and the storm outside was dangerous. The officers and detectives would continue to look for James for another half an hour or so, but then they would have to stop for the night and start again tomorrow when the storm fizzled. The TV was on in the main room, albeit on mute, and the storm radar showed that this storm would not be ending for some time. Not wanting to risk losing another teenager, the detectives refused to recruit Logan, Kendall, and Carlos to help put up the missing person's flyers tonight. Heartbroken, the six of them gathered with numerous cups of hot chocolate and continued to watch the unceasing rain fall. Carlos and Logan sat at the kitchen table with their cups of steaming cocoa, just staring at a crack on the wooden surface of the table. Katie sat on the other side of Kendall, absent-mindedly peering into her mug. She was old enough to know how serious all of this, and at this moment…she wished that she wasn't. Mrs. Knight sat next to her daughter with one arm around the girl's small shoulders. Camille sat with Kendall, wordlessly rubbing her hand up and down the soft skin of his bare arm. It was warm in the apartment, but his skin was still cold and he was trembling slightly. Camille felt so terrible that she had no comforting words to offer him. What do you tell your boyfriend when his best friend goes missing on a random afternoon? Camille let her gaze fall on Logan for a moment and she felt her heart get heavier, despite the fact that she didn't think that was possible. The raven-haired boy was chewing furiously on his lower lip, his fingers visibly shaking as he traced the top of his cup of hot chocolate. Logan and Kendall always felt responsible whenever something bad happened to one of them, and she could almost see the guilt eating away at them. Camille pressed a kiss to the top of Kendall's head, letting her lips linger against his hair for a moment. To think…it was only 8:00pm.

He knew that the warm liquid leaking from between his calloused fingers was the vital blood that was supposed to be IN his body, but he didn't even have the strength to apply proper pressure. People were staring unabashedly at him, and not in the usual awestruck-by-handsomeness kind of a way. The occupants of the nicer part of Los Angeles rarely ever saw a seemingly drunk teenager wandering the streets aimlessly. They would understand his situation better if the rain wouldn't be obscuring the sight of the numerous bleeding cuts on his body and face. Yes, he knew that his sopping wet hair was probably askew and his lucky comb would be ashamed to be associated with it, but he didn't care right now…and that scared him. Right now, the only thing his beloved hair was doing was aiding the rain in it's process of blurring his vision. He just wanted to be home, dry, and warm. The few memories he had of this afternoon made no sense, so how would he explain things to the police? That is if he ever got home. He could barely stand anymore and the storm was chilling him to the bone. He didn't even know where the hell he was in Los Angeles! Stumbling, he turned down a dark corner, not caring that it appeared to be an alley behind a bar. Once in the secluded, more than likely dangerous area, his legs gave out and pain shot through his knees as they hit the unforgiving cement. The pain was barely noticeable though, it went in sync with the same throbbing agony covering his entire being. Not caring that it was probably less-than sanitary, he collapsed completely onto the wet ground, oblivious to the puddles of rain soaking through his already saturated clothing. The action jarred every bruise and cut on his body and his teeth began to violently chatter. Was he really going to die here? In an alley, at the back of some bar, in the rain? He didn't even get a chance to tell Logan, Carlos, and Kendall that he loved them so much and they were the best brothers anyone could have. He didn't even get a chance to tell Mrs. Knight that she would always be his true mother to him and he loved her like a son loves a mother. What about Katie? He thought of her as his closest, only sister and he couldn't even tell the sweet young girl that? All because he had decided to go shopping alone in broad daylight? It all seemed so wrong. His shaking got worse to the point of being painful and the rain continued to beat against him cruelly. Everything hurt so badly. Hot tears began to fall in rivulets down his pink cheeks and mingled with the rain that was doing the same. He just wanted to go home, to 2J, to his family. Like the lightening above him, pain shot through his arm and unconsciousness tugged at him, tempting him to succumb to it and let the pain disappear. James thought one last time about his friends and family before surrendering to the merciful darkness.

So, what did you guys think? Should I continue with this story? Please review! If I get enough reviews, I guarantee that I will post another chapter this week! :D