I told Krantz not to bother picking me up as I'd make my own way there, curticy of Rob who offered the second I'd hung up with Krantz - so then I called him back obviously. I didn't want to wake my parents so I just left them a note in the kitchen after I sneaked up to my room to change into jeans and t-shirt.
I was in a slightly foul mood as I held on to Rob heading toward my rendevous point with Krantz. Don't get me wrong I loved catching the bad guys and everything but these things always seemed to happen when Rob and me were making progress.
Krantz wasn't alone, I was surprised to see. With him was Allen and Jill. Rob seemd to relax when he saw them. Like me he trusted them and all but on a recent mission I'd had to work with that idiot colonel from Krane Millitary base and he'd nearly landed me in it with a gang in New York when I was trying to find some lowlife drug barren because he'd kidnapped some girl who'd discovered their little opperation.
''So what's up?'' I asked, taking off my helmet. Looking deadly serious Krantz didn't saying anything, unusally. So instead I followed them, making Rob promise to go if I was gonna be here ages but that I'd call him if I needed a lift home. Though obviously I wouldn't. I mean come on Rob will eventually come to resent me somewhat if I'm forever calling him in the middle of the night, dragging him on one insane missing case after another. And as he'd only just recently got over the whole jailbait thing I wasn't about to risk anything.
Finally we got to the room where me and the other psychics were sort of based. Although it was empty seen as it was the middle of the night and I seem to be the only psychic ever needed in those kind of riddiculous hours. Silently Krantz handed me a file, still saying nothing. Both Jill and Allen seemed tired looking under the flouresant lighting.
Slowly I opened it. Nothing odd there, the stereotypical missing child, cute, about four, blonde hair, blue eyes, a regular Aryan. Looking I saw her name and personal details. Anabelle Ainsley, lives in Indiana. Though a more built up town than my own of course.
Finally bored I looked at Krantz waitng for him to say something. ''Well?''
''It's imperitive we find this girl ASAP. She the daughter of Senator Ainsley.''
I nodded as if I cared, but seriously what could he expect me to do without sleeping on it, litrally. ''So I go home and I call you in the morning?'' already I'd gotten up to leave - another motorcycle ride with Rob, yay!
''Look Jess couldn't you find her now, while your here and awake?'' I blinked, sensible question I guess, but I'd only done it the once and tried since, to no avail sadly. Actually it's probably a good thing otherwise I'd need a portable fax machine to recieve photos' every two minutes. As it is I only find a person a day, sometimes more, like on weekends when Robs' working.
However I saw that Krantz looked as tired at Jill and Allen, ''I could try, but the only time it worked I had something of the person and sort smelt it.''
''Yes, yes we know.'' Krantz said impatiently. Wafting his hand, Allen left the room for a few moments, returning with a white fluffy teddy bear, it completely fitted with the picture of it's owner. Holding the bear and feeling incredibly stupid I cuddled the bear, breathing in its' scent of lavender.
But after a full five minutes - I'm not kidding - nothing, nadda. I looked at Krantz, shrugging. Whom way to my surprise banged his fist down on the table, ''Damn it. Alright Jess, go home, but the second you know where she is call me okay?''
''Chill, I will, I always do.'' I said, getting up to leave. Krantz shot me a severe look, but slumped into a chair once I'd left the room, Jill had followed me, cutting of my veiw of Allen about to talk to Krantz.
''He'll be fine Jess, this case is just important is all.'' she said pointedly, indicating I should make like a banana and split. Rob was still there, despite the fact I'd been in there more than an hour so it was really, really late now.
On the ride back home I was really puzzled by Krantzs' behaviour, I'd never seen him loses control, he'd been prety normal even when he'd been shot in the leg just after thanks giving.
After Rob drove me home, and kissed me goodnight, I went to sleep, not knowing that everything was just about to go terribly wrong.
Disclaimer: So I don't own Missing/1800-Where-Are-You, or any original charecters, thay are the proud property of Meg Cabot.
