A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed the first chapter, so far this fanfic is going well! Here's chapter 2!!
Ethan sighed as he got up from his desk in his office and went back to his boss's office. Ethan had thought about it for 3 and a half hours, and would have gone longer, because he really hadn't made up his mind if he wanted to help Sod...Dean. He really had to get use to Dean. Even though he hadn't made up his mind, he knew he couldn't quit his job. He knocked on his boss's office and walked in again. "Um, Mr. Jackson, sir, I've decided to take that case," Ethan said taking a breath.
"Good move Hunt, I knew you'd make the right choice," Mr. Jackson said barely making eye-contact.
"Um, I'm gonna go back home and review some things Mr. Curtis told me."
"Mr. Curtis? Who's Mr. Curtis?"
"Youngblood, I mean Youngblood. Sorry sir," Ethan said hurrying out of the office. "Dean Youngblood, Dean Youngblood, Dean Youngblood," Ethan started saying to himself. He got out of the building and started his 2 mile walk home. No, he didn't have a car. He didn't lose it, or get it stolen, or didn't have enough money. He had plenty money to buy a real nice car. After the incident though, he never wanted to drive a car again, just like not work on them again.
He finally got home, walked in and sat on his couch. He hoped so much that Dean Youngblood wouldn't recognize him...as his old best friend, as Steve Randle. Yep, St...Ethan, remembered the fight him and Soda had back in 1970. Apparently Soda had a fight with his brothers 7 months later in 1970. What a way to start a new decade! Now it's 1985, wow, 15 years. Not the longest time, but it didn't seem that long to Ethan.
He got his mind off everything from the past. He wanted to forget the past. Working with Dean wouldn't help much, but after that, he was done! Ethan started going over his notes with what Dean had said.
"Hmm, 7 months after our fight, had one with his brothers and they seperated. Where did Darry and Ponyboy go? Or did one of them stay in Tulsa?" Ethan asked himself. He started giving it thought. Ponyboy had to be 18, or maybe 19, so was he in college? A break from college? In college at all? He had to be in college, it would be weird if he wasn't. So he had to be taking a break from college or something.
"No, no don't even think about that! If you do, you'll get more in the past," Ethan told himself. The more Ethan tried to not think about it, the more he did and it got him more mysterious about it. "Oh man, I'm gonna regret this," Ethan told himself, but he did it.
Ethan waited for a pickup on the other line. "Hello?"
"Hello," Ethan said back.
"Yes, who is this?" a woman asked into the phone.
"Hi I'm Ethan Hunt, a detective from Montana and I need to talk to someone who lives at..." Ethan said giving off the address.
"Oh, I'm Alice Hansen, and I live here, why are you calling here in Tulsa all the way from Montana Mr. Hunt?"
"I need information on the people who use to live there, do you have any?"
"Yes, the realtor told me about the folks, let me get some papers, hold on a sec." Ethan waited and thought if he really didn't want to do this, he could hang up now. He had to though, or did he? It didn't really have to do with Dean's attack, right?
"...Curtis?"
"Um, sorry, excuse me?"
"The folks that use to live here have the last name Curtis?"
"Yes, yeah that's it. That's what I'm looking for, um, can I get any, absolutely any information on where they are now?"
"Well let's see here...owners...sale documents...ah, here we go. Um, according to these a Darrel Curtis passed away with his wife, Jill Curtis."
"Yeah, I knew that, but what about their kids?"
"Oh, a Darrel Curtis Jr., Sodapop Curtis and Ponyboy Curtis?"
"Yes, them, do you know where they are?"
"Well, we have a little information on them. Darrel Curtis Jr. moved to New Jersey, Sodapop Curtis moved to Montana, and Ponyboy Curtis moved to California."
"Do you have any other information on their locations?" Ethan asked writing the states down.
"We only know Ponyboy's, he's the only one that left that information. He lives in San Francisco, we even have a phone number for home and work, because he kept in touch with us to see if his brothers ever left information."
Ethan thought about what Alice just said. Pony did wanna keep in touch, so he couldn't have attacked Soda.
"Um, can I have the phone number please for work and home?" Ethan asked.
"Sure, his work is 752-555-0157 and his home is 752-555-0588."
"Thanks very much Mrs. Hansen."
"Glad I could be help, call me if you need anything else."
"Um, could you give me a call if Darry or Soda actually leave ANY information."
"Sure."
"Ok, my number is 406-555-7263."
"Alright, I'll call, bye."
"Bye," Ethan said and hung up. He picked up the phone again so fast he stopped himself. He was about to call Ponyboy Curtis. The kid he always picked on. He would rather call Darry, but Ponyboy was his only option. Ethan slowly dialed the work number and listened to the ring tone. Maybe Pony wasn't at work. "Hello?" a voice answered. Geez, did Pony's voice change or what?
"Ponyboy Curtis?"
"No, I can get him for you if you want," the man said. Ethan almost recognized him. Who was he? Man, Ethan knew that voice!
"Yeah, could you please." Ethan waited for Ponyboy to pick up.
"Hello?"
"This is Ponyboy Curtis?"
"Yes it is, who is this?"
"It's St...I mean, my name is Ethan Hunt, and I need to ask you some questions regarding Sodapop Curtis."
"Soda?! My brother?!"
"Yes."
"How did you find him?"
"Well listen Ponyboy, I'm Detective Ethan Hunt, and your brother Sodapop got attacked and he's told me a story about some fight with you and your other brother, am I wrong?"
"No I'm sure Soda has it right."
"Alright, well is there anyway you can come to Montana for an interview?"
"All the way to Montana, I don't think so, I'm sorry..."
"Well, can we meet in another state between there?"
"I can't go very far, will Nevada work at all?"
"Sure, let's both get the next plane flight and figure out what hotel later on."
"Ok, but, um, will I ever see my brother?"
"I...can't say right now. I have to do my job and we'll see what happens."
"Is he alright from his attack?"
"Yeah, he'll be in the hospital for awhile, but he's fine."
"Ok..."
"Look, I'll call you as soon as I have a plane ticket and we'll decide things."
"Alright, thanks Detective Hunt."
"Oh, um Mr. Curtis, can I ask you something."
"Sure, what is it? Oh, and if its about the fight we had, I don't want to talk about it."
"No not that, but who was the guy that answered the phone, what was his name?"
"Oh, Johnny Cade."
A/N: So yeah here's this chapter, I need some help with something, if ANYONE has seen the movie Road House, or knows things about bars, please let me know in a review. I just have a quick question about something, thanks! Review!