A/N: So my first attempt at LWD did not go so well so I took the story down and am starting over with a new approach. So I hope you enjoy and please review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Derek walked into his rather large home. He sat his hockey gear on the floor and walked into the living room. He sat in his favorite chair and sunk into it as far as he could get. He turned on the T.V. and seen that nothing was really on. He changed it to the local news and his heart practically stopped right then. There across the screen were words that he could never have imagined seeing.
"Best selling author and amazing psychologist Casey Mcdonald has gone missing."
"What the hell?" Derek said out loud staring at the screen in disbelief. He watched as the reporter told the main details.
"Casey Mcdonald was last seen jogging a few miles from her home yesterday. There has been no word and family and friends have gone everywhere they could think that she would have gone to. We'll keep you posted." Derek couldn't believe what the man was saying, yet the story was unfolding right in front of his face. He momentarily went into shock before grabbing his phone. He dialed the number as quick as he could.
"Nora. Why the hell didn't you call me?" He asked, not really angry about it though.
"I'm sorry Derek I just...hang on." She said, he could hear her talking to someone in the room. Just then Derek heard footsteps behind him. He turned and seen his wife.
"D. What's wrong?" She asked sitting on his lap. He groaned. Nora returned on the line and told him about Casey.
"Alright, I'm on my way." He said, he shut the phone. He pushed his wife up so he could stand.
"D? What is wrong with you?" His wife asked more persistently this time. He rolled his eyes as he put his shoes back on. He went to the door. He grabbed his leather jacket and his keys.
"Derek Venturi. Tell me right now what is going on with you." 'That's it.' He thought to himself before turning to look at her.
"Not now Leslie." He growled out harshly. Leslie watched out the door as he jumped in his car and drove out of the driveway, his speed increasing with every second that past. In a matter of minutes he was at his parent's house. He slowed, for the road was covered in reporters and news vans. Once he got out of the car he was bombarded with questions.
"Derek Venturi, famous hockey player has just pulled up. Derek what are you doing here? Are you the secret love of Casey?" A reporter asked, rudely sticking her microphone in his face. He shoved it towards her.
"Get out of my way." He said as he made his way up the steps, slamming the front door behind him.
"Oh Derek. I'm so glad you came." A very upset looking Nora said taking her oldest step-son into her arms. He hugged her close.
"I missed you guys." He said quietly, so she was the only one that heard.
"We missed you too. Even Ca-" She began crying once again. Derek had hardly been home to visit. Once he and Casey had graduated college, they both became very successful and kind of avoided each other. They would each go home and visit when they knew the other one was to busy to. They had been out of college for four and a half years now and he hadn't seen her at all in those years, he was regretting that more and more now.
"So, has there been...any word yet?" He asked. George sat down. He sighed.
"No, they haven't gotten anything. All we know is that her neighbor last seen her leaving her house for her morning jog. Then a person that lives on the next street over said he waved to her as she jogged by his house when he was getting the mail. They've been over to search her house. Nothing, no signs of break in, not even a sign of her maybe leaving and not coming back." Derek listened closely as his father talked.
Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti came in. Marti was in high school now and Edwin and Lizzie were both in college.
"Hey Derek." Lizzie said quietly. He simply nodded, giving her a small form of acknowledgement without having to actually speak. He stood then.
"Well, I'm going to go look for her. We're not going to be able to do much just sitting around. I'm gonna go check out the park near her home. Maybe she jogs there every now and then." He said. He said good-bye and walked back out into the mob. He got in his car. There was a knock on his passenger window and he was about to go off thinking it was a reporter, when he turned to see Lizzie and Edwin.
"We're coming too." He gave them a small smile and nodded his head.
"Hop in."
Once in the park they each grabbed flashlights from Derek's car and began the search.
"CASEY!" Derek called. He shined the flashlight into all the dark corners. After about twenty minutes of searching a thought occurred to him.
"Liz, go search in the park restroom over there." He instructed, she nodded and ran up the hill to the restrooms. He waited for her return, no luck. He sighed.
"Damnitt. Casey where the hell are you?" Derek whispered to himself.
"Derek, it's already ten. We need to head home. Liz and I have class tomorrow." Edwin said sadly. Derek nodded and decided they might as well head back home. He would do more to help in the morning, maybe even get flyers made. He dropped off Edwin and Lizzie and headed home.
"Derek Venturi where have you been?" Leslie asked, anger in her voice. Derek sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Les I had some family issues to deal with." He said quietly. He went to the living room, to turn on the news, but Leslie turned it off. He glared at her.
"Derek, I'm your family now. I have been since the day you said I do." She said in a venom like voice. He stood and got dangerously close to her.
"Leslie, turn that back on. My step-sister is fucking missing. Okay? I need to know any new details. She could be..." He trailed off, not wanting to say, or even think that sentence.
"I don't know which one you're talking about, but Casey and Lizzie are both very capable and responsible enough to take care of themselves." That was the wrong thing to say.
"Casey, does not just disappear for fun. If she goes missing and no one can get a hold of her, then there's something to be worried about. So I suggest you shut the hell up, hand me the remote and leave me alone." She threw the remote at his chest and walked out of the room, stomping upstairs to their room.
"Feel free to sleep on the couch." She called down.
"I was planning on it." He yelled angrily back up at her. He turned on the news, sad to see that there was no new development.
A/N: So I hope you all enjoyed. Please review.
