Welcome back everyone! I finally got over a huge writer's block hurdle to give you this! Don't cry, there will be Patch soon. I just felt like this was something that needed to be covered.

Chapter One

Detective Basso's POV

Coffee. I sipped it, and I nodded happily. I sat in my car, drinking, waiting.

I'd become partial to the drink, not because it helped me to stay awake, but because something about the taste made me feel official inside. It was a childish thought, but considering how jaded I was by everything around me, it was nice every now and then to be impressed by something.

I'd definitely been exhausted by the past eleven weeks. She'd been gone for eleven whole weeks, and all of my resources had either been spent looking for her for human police, just to have to hold back according to Heaven's. I'd been looking for Scott Parnell, but apparently that search had gone nowhere. Some of the cops were most surely being bought off by Nephilim money, so I'd been weeding them out, catching one only to have three more pop up in their place. Working on Earth was getting old, but so was I. I had the time, and I was too good at my job to quit.

Suffice it to say, I hadn't really slept the entire summer, and I hadn't relaxed my guard. Coffee was about the only thing I had to look forward to. Occasionally I'd go to Starbucks and get one of those cappuccinos, with the whipped cream and caramel, those were good…

"Boss."

I snapped to- I'd dozed off thinking about coffee. Damn it all…

"Yes?" I asked, looking at the radio in front of me.

"Phone call. About the missing girl." I resisted the urge to groan.

"Thank you." I nodded and turned to the car phone. If it was another false lead, or Blythe Grey again, I might scream. "Detective Basso."

"Hey! I see the girl! Nora Grey!" a male voice shouted. My eyes widened. Could it really be her?

"Where, and are you sure?" I started the engine and turned on my light.

"Yeah, it's her. I'm sure of it. Leaving the cemetery, heading south."

"Thank you."

"What about my rew-" I hung the phone up, headed towards Coldwater's one cemetery. Remembering that she'd want to know, I called Blythe Grey. "Blythe, we've located Nora. I'm going to pick her up, and take her to the central hospital."

Blythe began to boohoo, and I didn't have time for that. I hung the phone up and kept driving.

Thank God I was close by. I turned onto the bridge in the cemetery, and stopped the car. There she was. Gripping the side of the bridge, looking like a lost deer in my headlights.

Nora Grey. She leaned over the bridge, looking like she was questioning whether or not she should jump over.

I stepped out of the car, walking slowly towards her. Strangely, she didn't approach me, call for me…anything. The same kid that had constantly called my phone out of deep paranoia….silent. Had she forgotten me? She leaned over and grabbed a branch and waved it at me. I wasn't threatened, but I pinned my police badge on so that she could remember who I was, that I was an officer. I rose my hands, and slowly began walking towards her.

"Nora." She flinched. "It's me. Are you hurt?"

She didn't answer, and her eyes were still flickering over my body. I began to feel anxious. This wasn't normal behavior from her, but she had been kidnapped for months. What had the poor girl gone through?

"I called your mom. She's going to meet us at the hospital."

Still, nothing. I looked her over. Besides light bruising and being dirty, she wasn't hurt. At least on the outside.

"Everything's going to be okay. It's all over. I'm not going to let anybody hurt you. You're safe now."

I hoped she hadn't been assaulted- sexually or otherwise. She had all of the signs of abuse, and she'd need care. Maybe she was afraid of men and that's why she didn't trust me. I took more steps forward.

"Don't come any closer." She commanded, finally speaking. Her voice, although she probably thought it strong, was raspy. She was losing her strength, I could feel it, but her distrust still waved off of her. Was she angry that I hadn't come in time? Did she escape herself? I doubted it.

"Nora?"

"How do you know my name?"

What? "It's me. Detective Basso." Oh no…

"I don't know you." She declared. Oh shit. Of course. I'd been too optimistic to think that whoever let her go wouldn't have mind wiped her. Naturally it'd been powerful Nephilim. Damn. How was I supposed to use her now?

New tactic. "Do you remember where you've been?" Nora looked down, searching within herself. Nothing. I could see her frustration. If I could just know how far back… "How did you get to the cemetery tonight? Did someone drop you off? Did you walk?" Still, nothing. "I need you to tell me Nora," I pleaded. "This is important. What happened tonight?"

Finally, she looked at me with lost eyes, tears filling them. "I want to go home," she cried, dropping the stick. Her lip began to quiver, and the tears began to fall. I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

"I can take you home. I just need to take you to the hospital first."

She squeezed her eyes shut, like a child that wanted the spooky monster in her dreams to go away. Except this was all too real. I sighed, wishing I could make this a little easier for her.

"You've been missing for eleven weeks, Nora. Do you hear what I'm saying? Nobody knows where you've been the past three months. You need to be looked at. We need to make sure you're okay."

Her tears stopped, and her head bent. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying not to puke. At this point I was right in front of her.

"We think you were abducted. Kidnapped."

This was a first for me. Even though I'd been undercover as a cop, something about how she was acting disturbed me. She was quiet, too quiet. Then, no human I'd dealt with had faced potential torture for weeks from Nephilim. Nora leaned forward, and fainted into my arms. There'd be no more information from her tonight. I swept her up and walked toward the car.

"Hey! Officer!"

I turned toward the sound, the old grave-keeper was jogging up to me.

"I found her, the reward, right? Where do I get it?"

I simply stared at him. I was tempted to send him straight to Hank Millar for his greed, but who knew what might happen to the man. Finally, I waved him forward. Smiling wide, he came up to me, and I grabbed his forehead.

"Hey, man, what're you-"

I pushed him away, memory erased. He'd not know what happened, and for his safety, he shouldn't. I'd say that an anonymous source reported her. I placed Nora into the back of the car, and I pulled off.

By the time I reached the hospital, Blythe Grey was covered in tears, reaching for her child.

"Nora! Let me hold my child!"

Blythe rushed forward, but hands held her back. Hank Millar. He began to calm her down, and I quickly turned my eyes away. He had to sense that I wasn't human, but I wasn't going to give him the pleasure to challenge me. Nurses raced forward to take her from me and place her onto a stretcher.

By morning, after I'd finished speaking to the media and to the police station, I sat and waited with Blythe to hear Nora's diagnosis.

"Why am I not allowed into the back?" she demanded. "I'm her mother for goodness sakes!"

I sighed. She was as neurotic as her daughter. "You cannot go back until all of the tests are completely done. Please be patient for a little while longer, Blythe. Please."

Finally a nurse walked out and allowed her to go back. I'd assigned shifts of security officers in front of all of the doors, and everything was organized. It was, until I saw a blonde flash run by me.

"Mrs. Grey! Mrs. Grey! Is it true?! Where are ya, Blythe?"

Luckily a doctor caught the girl. "No running, please. Who are you?"

"I'm her best friend, Vee Sky. Which room is she in?" the girl breathed.

"I'm sorry, but the family has asked for no visitors at this point."

Vee Sky went pale. "Wh-what? She's only got one- But…I'm practically family!"

"I'm sorry ma'am."

She turned away, looking dejected. Then she turned and barreled through the security officers, screeching like a madwoman. I rolled my eyes and waited for security to grab her.

Fifteen minutes later, they finally had her subdued and dragged out of the hospital. She was young, and stupid, so rather than arrest her I had an officer drive her home. I turned back to the hospital, wary, and slowly backed out. Maybe I'd get two hours of sleep in my car. When I made it inside, my radio hissed.

"Detective Basso."

"Hey boss, higher ups have said that you did a good job. Maybe they'll let you get the day off," he joked.

Sweet words. Too bad my work was never finished.

I could use some coffee. Mocha...yes. Read and review!