Thanks for the feedback on my last FanFiction! Anyway, I got the sudden inspiration to write this. I have so many Hardston feels right now.

"We have a problem," Parker says as she walks toward me. "Weston's missing."

My heart pounds in my chest. Not again. Just as soon as Mike bounces back from being injured, something else happens to him.

"Have you tried calling him?" I ask Parker, trying to remain calm.

"Yes, but he won't pick up."

"Check the surveillance cameras," I tell Parker. "I'm going to let the other agents know."

Parker and I go our separate ways. I alert every agent in the Havenport Recreation Center and tell them to spread the word.

"I got the surveillance footage," Parker says.

"Great. Let's go back to the station and view it."

"Mitchell and I will take care of it," she replies. "You look exhausted. Go home and get some rest."

"I'm not going to be able to rest until I know Mike is safe."

I storm out of the recreation center. I am going to find whoever did this to Mike and beat them senseless. Parker catches up to me, and we drive back to the station. As soon as we get inside, I take the surveillance footage to Mitchell.

"Have you heard that Mike is missing?" I ask her.

"I just found out," she tells me.

"I need you to look at this surveillance footage to see if we can find who took him."

Mitchell pulls up the surveillance footage and we watch it until we see Mike being taken.

"Stop right there," I tell Mitchell.

She pauses it and I lean in closer to the computer. I see the follower that led the attack at the recreation center as well as another man.

"That's the follower I had my eyes on at the rec center."

"Do you have any ideas where they could have taken him?" Parker asks.

"I don't know. Probably out in the middle of nowhere."

I run my fingers through my hair. I honestly have no idea where they could have taken Mike. He could be anywhere.

"We should probably start interviewing witnesses at the rec center."

"You really should go home and rest, Ryan," Parker says. "You aren't in the best condition."

"What's the point of me going home if I'm not going to be able to rest?"

"I know you care about Weston," she says. "You won't be able to perform to the best of your ability tomorrow if you stay up all night."

Maybe Parker is right. Tomorrow we will be searching for Weston, and I want to be in a better state of mind. I also want to be physically ready to beat the living hell out of Alex if I can get my hands on him.

"Ok, I'll go home," I tell Parker. "Call if you find out anything."

I leave the station and go home for the night. I don't get much sleep, of course. Mike is all I can think about. I can't lose another person to this death curse. I am going to find Mike and make sure nothing ever happens to him again.

Morning finally arrives. I head to the station early. Parker and Mitchell are sitting in front of one of the computers.

"Have you found anything yet?" I ask.

"Not yet," Mitchell says. "We're trying our best."

I turn my head towards the window, and I see someone walking toward the station. The person is wearing a Poe mask.

"Parker, come with me."

Parker and I go outside. The person wearing the Poe mask walks up to us.

"I've got this," Parker says.

Parker walks up to the person in the mask. I see the person take off the mask. It is a young boy. Parker takes the mask from the boy and looks at the inside of it.

"It's a phone number, Ryan!"

We run back into the station.

"I'll make the call," I say, taking out my cell phone.

I dial the number on the mask. It rings a few times before I hear a very familiar voice on the other end.

"Hello?" Mike faintly says.

"Mike? Where are you? Are you hurt?"

"I-I'm buried, Ryan," he says.

He sounds as if he is crying. I fall to my knees. I feel as if my heart has been hit with a hammer, shattering it to a million pieces.

"Ryan, what's going on?" Parker asks, concerned.

I ignore Parker and continue talking to Mike.

"We're going to find you. Just stay calm," I say to Mike, trying to sound composed. "Can you tell me anything about where you are?"

Mike tells me what he can remember. It seems as though he has been buried in a forest.

"Ok, Mike. Parker and I are coming for you. I'll call you again soon ok?"

"Ok," Mike chokes out.

I hang up the phone. Parker looks at me with concern.

"They've buried him."

Parker's eyes widen.

"From what he said, I think he's buried in a forest," I inform Parker. "We need to head out now."

Before we get the chance to head out, another agent stops us.

"Alex's car was found," he says, handing me a piece of paper with the location written down on it.

"This could be close to where Mike is buried. Let's head out."

Parker and I leave the station. We get into one of the FBI vehicles, and I start driving as fast as I can without breaking the law. Every second counts when trying to save someone who is trapped underground.

Chapter 2 will be posted very soon!