Thanks and sorry. Thanks you because of all the kind words and for reminding me of this story and giving me the will to keep writing it. Sorry for taking so long. School, anxiety, depression and panic attacks got in the way. All the fun things in life basically! But here it is. Hope you like. Hope you enjoy. Leave a thought.

Chapter Two

Five years doesn't seem like that long, but people would be surprised at how much life could change. Michael Novotny was married, with two kids. Melanie Marcus and Lindsay Peterson were also married, and at the moment discussing pros and cons of moving to Canada. Ted Schmidt was seeing Blake and Emmett had just broken up with the famous football player Drew Boyd. Debbie Novotny was still working at the diner, but was seeing a police officer, Carl Horvath. And Brian Kinney…Was still Brian Kinney. Except for one small change.

"Well what did you expect?" Lindsay asked her friend Michael who was sitting in front of her and Mel in one of the booth in the diner. "He hasn't let anyone in to the loft for years. God only what he's been up to in there"

"I'm not god, but I think I have a clue" Mel mumbled in to her cup of coffee before taking a sip. Lindsay gave her a meaningful look, but said nothing.

"I know that, but you'd think that he'd start to let up soon, I mean…He's been like this since, you know. That incident"

Ever since Justin had gone missing no one knew what to call it, even if some people said he was dead, others couldn't bring themselves to say it, with fear that they might actually believe it. And even though five years had passed, they still weren't ready to face the facts. So they didn't say "When Justin died" or even "When Justin went missing", they just called it "The Incident"

"Just give him some time" Lindsay suggested kindly "When he's ready, even if it is three more years from now, he'll tell you, and you know that"

Michael smiled before he stood up; he leaned over and gave both of the women a kiss on the cheek, before huddling down and giving JR one as well.

"I gotta run now. Mom wants me and Ben over for dinner tonight" They said their goodbyes and waved at each other.

At Debbies everything was running smoothly. Michael, Ben, Hunter and Carl was joking around and laughing while Debbie prepared the dinner, with some help from her son and her not-husband. Suddenly the door flung open and a tired, pissed, and slightly drunk Brian appeared.

"Tell me officer Horvath, what exactly is it that you and your little police friends do all day except sitting with you thumbs up your asses, stuffing your faces with donuts"

Everyone seem to haven frozen in their positions for what seem to be like a whole minute before anyone managed to recover from the pure shock that the young Kinney had caused.

"Brian!" Michael barked at his best friend at the same time as his mother screeched "What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Carl looked at him with a mix of confusion and anger.

Brian turned to Debbie and said. "I don't know, Ma. Why don't you ask mister Whorewrath over there" he said in a mocking voice. This had Ben standing up to approach the drunken man. "Okay, Brian" he said, putting on hand on his shoulder and the other one grabbing his arm lightliy. "I think it's time to go home and sleep of the alcohol" Brian spluttered protest but still allowed himself to be led across the kitchen, but before he was officially escorted from the room, Carl stood up.

"Wait!" He called. Ben and Brian stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the older man. "I want to know what you mean. Obviously you wouldn't have burst in hear screaming if it wasn't important", it was clear to the whole room that saying those words had been hard. "So tell me, Kinney; what did I miss?"

Brian pulled out of Bens hold and walked back to stand in front of Carl.

"The most obvious things of all of them", he sneered. He looked around the room and slowly forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Come on", he finally said and started walking towards the hallway. Carl looked surprised.

"Where are we going?" He asked. Brian looked hesitant for a moment before announcing their destination.

"The loft"

Michael felt stupid. He shouldn't be so excited and nervous about going to Brians loft. He had been there a thousand times before. But then, the thing happened and suddenly he hadn't been allowed in there for two years. Had it changed? What had Bran even been up to? Would it look the same? He didn't know. He tried not to think too hard on it but it couldn't be helped. His mind was swirling and making up different scenarios he could be walking in on. Suddenly the car stopped. He, Brian, Debbie and Carl stepped out of the car. Ben had decided to stay at Debbie's' with Hunter. The walked in to the building, up the stairs. Michael's heart was beating hard in his chest and his palms were sweaty. He had no idea why and he felt so ridicules and almost ashamed at how he was reacting to going in to Brian's loft after two years. The door slid open slowly and Brian entered, Michael, Debbie and Carl following close behind.

Michael had no idea what to expect. But this certainly wasn't it. Every spot of the loft were covered in newspaper articles and photographs. Maps were laid out on the floor, having different locations being marked and circled. Michael nearly slipped on one of them, earning a murderous glare from Brian and a shout of "Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry!" Michael mumbled, to distracted to actually care about his friend. His eyes roamed over a few photos that hung on the wall. They were all of different boys that clearly seemed to be the same age. Among them, was Justin. "Brian" Michael began slowly. "What is this?"

Brian stopped at his desk, everyone gathered around it. Ten different faces looked up at them from the desk. All boys between the ages of 18 to 23. Brian cleared his throat. "These are the faces of ten different boys that went missing this year", he started. "They were all taking from different states. There is no connection what so ever between them, except for one" Brian went across the room and got one of the maps that were sprawled out on the floor. To get more specific, he went and got the one Michael had slipped on.

He lay it out in front of them. "They were all found, right here" he pointed at one of the circled areas. Before anyone had time to say anything he continued. "Last year, these people-", he pulled up 12 new photos of 12 new boys, still the same age. "-were found in this area!" he pointed at another circled area that seemed to be about 20 miles from the last one. "And this goes on. I've got documents that dates back 10 years, of boys being taken and then found around the same area but every year move their location 20 miles. Always 20 miles."

"Jesus Christ" Debbie whispered, slowly turning pale.

"Where exactly did you get a hold of these documents?" Carl asked, look at Brian in a very dismayed manner. Brian looked glared at him.

"Really? After all I've told you, that's what you're interested in?" he snapped.

Carl sighed. "Okay, fine. But what exactly are you trying to tell me here, Kinney?"

Brian took a deep breath. "I think whoever kidnapped these boys, are the same people that took Justin" They all looked at him with a mix between horror and curiosity. Except for Carl, who sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"And you are basing this off…What exactly?" Brian stared at him.

"Basing…?" His question looked quickly changed to furious. "This!" he practically screamed, shoving the map up the police officers face. "This is what the fuck I'm basing it off, how thick can your skull get?" His face was red by now and voice hoarse from yelling.

Carl slapped the map away from his face. "Kinney, I'm sorry but this is all circumstantial! Even if all of these boys were kidnapped by the same person or people, there is nothing pointing towards the fact that Justin disappearance has anything to do with this!"

"Yes there is!" Brian moaned frustrated. "Just look! They all disappeared under mysterious circumstances. They are the same age. Hell-!" he thrusted on of the pictures in to Carls face. "-tell me that does not look like him!" Again, Carl was forced to slap Brian's hand away.

"I'm sorry. But with no body-"

"I DON'T WANT A BODY!" Brian threw the photo to the ground. "Fuck you! I do not want to find his body. I want to find him but if you don't step shit up, a body is exactly what we'll get. Very soon" Carl raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?" Brian sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Because, all of these boys were found exactly three to five years after they were kidnapped. No more, no less. Exactly, to the very date" The whole room seemed to have stopped breathing. "If Justin truly belongs in this victim group then his body will be turning up next week…"

It sounded like a lot longer when he said that. Next week. But it wasn't that long. No. It was a Friday now, which meant his body, would be turning up in 4 days.

"I don't want that"

There was a weakness, a sadness that lingered in Brian's voice as he spoke those last words. For the fraction of a second he seemed to resemble an abused puppy. Carl turned and looked at Debbie. "Well?" He asked. "What do think?"

Debbies throat was dry and as she tried to speak, not a sound passed her lips, so she just shook her head. Carl didn't miss the silent tear that slowly slid down her cheek. He sighed. 'God damn it'.

"Fine" he mumbled. "I'll look into it." With that he turned around and left, he didn't even bother to look at Kinney, he already knew triumph was dancing over his smug face. Before he left he called over his shoulder. "But you owe me one!" And with that, Carl was gone.

Debbie turned to Brian, eyes red and puffy, but mouth formed in to a smile. She went to hug him and kiss his cheek. "Good job" she whispered in his ear before leaving as well. Now only Michael remained in the room. He was standing a few feet away, but slowly moving forward now. When he stood right in front of him Brian didn't look at him. He seemed almost scared to do so.

"Brian?" Michael said in a hesitant voice. This caused said brunette to force his eyes on the smaller man. The stared at each other for a long while, emotions swirling in their eyes. Then Brian put an arm around Michael's neck and pulled him closer. As he hugged him he slowly whispered in to the shorter man's ear: "I know…" There was a long silence after that. Before Brian let go he placed a kiss right on his lips.

"I missed you too, Mickey"

Btw. I feel like I need to tell you that I love all of the characters in the show, okay? So anyone reading this in the hopes of me completely demonizing any characters (Like Michael, Linday, Melanie or Ethan) I'm sorry to disappoint. Or if you were worried I was going to, then you can breathe out, because I love them all and prefer writing them IC which they wouldn't be if I demonized any of them, so… but leave a thought! Many kisses and hugs!