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Note: Here's chapter two. :-)
"What I really wish I had on my person is a phone," he paused to consider this. "And my other shoe."
A few moments went by. "I wish I had a phone and a shoe."
His mind worked furiously to uncover the significance behind his thoughts.
"I wish I had a shoe phone!" he stated at last, with finality.
That was it; he was certain that once he found his way home, he would find a way to appropriate such an item, for occasions similar to this one.
Ezra could feel his cognitive abilities waning, what he really wanted, was to sleep. But it was damned cold, and he knew that lying down on the side of a road was not the best place to take a nap if one wished to stay healthy.
How was it that he had such luck to be marooned on the road from Hell? The road on which no one would ever come to his rescue. He wondered how long he had been walking, but shrugged it off with a sigh. What he wouldn't give for any kind of savior right now.
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Things weren't looking up yet, and Chris could feel his anxiety growing stronger with every passing minute. It was now 2:00, and everyone had turned up empty handed. Nathan's report that Ezra wasn't in a hospital gave him a slight sense of hope, but that tiny hope had been crushed when Josiah had called to say that Ezra's car was not at his house and there was nobody at home.
Buck had come up empty with his calls to the LEOs and J.D. informed him that no calls or credit card uses had been made since before the group had parted ways on Friday.
He wasn't ready to declare his agent missing yet, given there was a small chance that Ezra had just gone off on his own for awhile; but the rational side of Chris informed him that Ezra would have called if this was the case.
He had resisted calling D.A. Travis and telling him about Standish's absence, but new that if the man didn't turn up soon he would have to.
The others had returned to the office, and were now favoring him with concerned glances as they attempted to do their own work, though worry for their friend was more than a little distracting.
When his phone rang, Chris nearly jumped, his hand darting out and grabbing it, "Larabee," he said into it gruffly.
He listened for a few moments, his expression darkening with each passing moment.
"When?" he asked.
Buck and Vin looked exchanged a look and waited for Chris to finish. J.D. watched curiously, feeling a touch of anxiety as he waited.
"Alright, we'll be right there," he set the phone down harshly. "We have to go."
Josiah frowned, "What is it Chris?"
Chris looked down, blinking rapidly to expel all the emotion from his face, before answering.
"The Denver PD found Ezra's Porsche in the lake last night; it took them until now to run the plates. They need us to come identify the body that was inside the car," his voice had cracked fractionally during the last part.
Complete silence met his revelation.
"So, Ez is…dead?" J.D. asked, not quite able to make the connection. Or maybe he just didn't want to.
"Looks that way," Chris said, not meeting anyone's eyes as he walked to the exit.