PROLOGUE:

"We're sorry, Sir," the deep voice rasped on the other end of the line. "But we could find no trace of her."

Nate stared ahead at the blank wall, trying to keep calm.

"Are…are you sure?" he asked, his voice faltering.

"Just about," the other voice answered. "I'm afraid we'll have to resign ourselves to the fact that she's…."

"Dead?" Nate whispered.

There was no response.

"No," Nate said, almost yelling. "That can't be possible. Keep looking. You have to find her!"

"We'll…do all we can, Sir," the voice said after a moment, and then the line clicked. Nate threw down the receiver. What if she really was dead? No. It wasn't possible. He knew that she had to be alive and that she had to be found. And if the authorities wouldn't do it, then he would. He had already lost the first girl he thought he loved. He would not; could not lose her.

CHAPTER ONE:

"Congratulations," Nate whispered into Mitchie's ear; shoving a small gift into her lap. "I'm really happy for both you and Shane." Mitchie giggled and un-wrapped the layers of colorful paper. Beneath it all, in a beautiful green box, lay an emerald necklace.

"Oh, Nate! Thank you!" Mitchie cried, reaching over to hug him. Nate winced as she did; longing to take her up in his arms and hold her the way Shane did.

"Glad you like it," he said, smiling.

"Like it? I love it!" Mitchie said, looking it over.

"I looked everywhere for the perfect thing and that just seemed to scream you."

"It's wonderful, Nate. Really. Thanks again."

Just then, the limo came to a halt. The driver came around and opened their door.

"We're at the airport, Mr. and Mrs. Grey," he said, bowing slightly as Mitchie and Shane got out. Nate slowly rose up out of the car and followed them inside.

"I hope you guys have fun," he said, giving both Mitchie and Shane a quick hug. "And congrats again."

They both thanked him, and, with smiles on their faces and goodbyes on their lips, hurried over to security. Nate sighed and turned to go back out. But before he could walk forward, a young woman collided into him; sending both of them to the ground. Nate was up first.

"I'm sorry," he said, offering his hand to her. "I wasn't looking where I was going." The girl grunted and slowly got to her feet.

"That's…fine," she said, slowly realizing who she had bumped into. "Hey, you're Nate from Connect 3, aren't you?" she asked. Nate smiled.

"Yup," he said, thinking that she seemed familiar too. Then he remembered. "Wait, weren't you in Mitchie and Shane's wedding?"

"Yeah. I was the maid of honor," she answered. "Actually, that's why I was hurrying over here. I was hoping to catch Mitchie before they left for their honeymoon." The girl peered over Nate's shoulder to try and see them.

"I'm sorry," Nate said. "But they just went into security. I didn't know you wanted to come. We could have let you ride in the limo." The girl's face fell just a bit, but she tried to keep her smile intact.

"Oh, that's ok," she replied. "Thanks anyway."

The girl gave Nate a quick smile and then started to turn to leave.

"Wait," Nate called. "I didn't catch your name."

She turned back around to face him.

"Linda."

Nate stuck out a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Linda." Linda giggled and took his hand. "Need a lift home?"

"Oh, that's ok. I've actually got a cab waiting. Again, nice to see you. Mitchie's told me a lot. Talk to you later!"

Nate smiled as she walked away.

'She's a nice girl,' he thought. Then Mitchie's face came into his mind. 'But I couldn't love anyone else.'

Ok. That's all I have so far. For those of you are full blown Smitchie or Naitlyn fans, I hope you don't hate it and I tried to incorporate the Smitchie stuff at least. For those of you who have read "Wicked Lovely," it's in the same sort of style as "Ink Exchange. Meaning, Mitchie is in it, but the story is about her best friend from the first book. Anyway, please just try to bear with me here…..

BUT, I won't post anymore until I get reviews. If I don't get any reviews, then this turns into a one shot and I disappear off of FanFiction for awhile…(unless somebody can give me any other ideas……..)