Brendan was still smiling to himself long after Steven had left, the lad always did put him in a good mood and the promise of sex later was certainly helping.

Ste had been gone for no more then twenty minutes when Brendan got the text. He smiled again hoping it would be Steven getting bored of his work already and sending him pure filth, he picked up his phone quickly and smiled even wider when he saw it was in fact Steven, and it was a picture message. Brendan opened the picture and almost knocked his desk over with how suddenly he moved. Brendan was on his feet and out the door in an instance one glance of the picture was more then enough to make him sick to his stomach and a ringing in his ears. As soon as he was outside he had to stop himself from throwing up, wanting to run but reaslising he had no idea where to go. Brendan looked at the picture again thinking he might be able to get some sort of clue of where Steven might be. One look makes him feel sick again but he forces himself to look, he sees Steven, he's sitting on the floor unconcious with his hands behind his back, his head is hanging down but Brendan can still see the blood all over his face. Brendan doesn't get any more clues, all he can see is that Steven is sitting on some concrete floor, that could be anywhere, but they can't be too far away he saw Steven only twenty minutes ago. Brendan tries to calm himself down and goes to call Steven. He puts the phone to his ear and counts the tones, he's praying that Steven will answer and nothing will be wrong that he'll go home and Ste will be sitting on their sofa, watching crappy tv and moaning about one thing or another. But all of Brendan's hopes come crashing down when the phone is finally answered.

"Ah Brendan, five minutes to call? You must be losing your touch"

Brendan's jaw clenched, the grip on his phone was tight enough to break it. He was done playing games, he wanted answers.

"Where the hell is Steven?"

"Ooh now that wasn't very polite was it Ste"

"I swear to god if you hurt him!"

"Oh relax drama queen, he's still asleep, quite cute really isn't he?"

"WALKER I SWEAR..."

"Bakers Warehouse, ten minutes outside of chester, come alone"

Brendan couldn't move, the ring of the line going dead too loud in his ears, he was frozen. For a minute, then he kickstarted, racing to his car, he was going to get his boy and kill Walker for even thinking of laying one finger on him.