Jane Bennet
"Oh my God." I said out loud to the empty room. I hurriedly finished stitching the hem on the dress I had designed for the cover actress on next week's magazine and shoved the dress into a garment bag. With tears streaming down my cheeks I threw a bunch of clothes in my suitcase. I heard a key turning in the lock and turned my head to see Bing walk through the door.
"Hey Jane I thought you'd be sewing still!" He began with the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. That smile faded quickly as he took in my tears. "Jane?" He ran to my side and pulled me into his arms. "Jane what's wrong?"
"Lizzie. Lizzie's gone missing and Lydia says there are signs of a struggle. She thinks George Wickham is behind it." Saying it out loud made it so much more real. I burst into tears. I never worried about Lizzie. I worried about Lydia all the time but never Lizzie. Apparently I had made a serious mistake with that. Bing held me in his arms until my tears slowed and then he immediately went online and bought me the next ticket home. I took the dress to my boss and explained the situation. Unlike what had happened at my last job when a family emergency had occurred, my boss was extremely understanding. She gave me time off until the situation resolved itself and threw in a hug to boot. She offered to reimburse me for my plane ticket home and when I refused she insisted. I hurried back to Bing and my apartment and Bing hopped into the passenger seat of my car holding my suitcase. I drove to the airport and pulled into the drop off lane. We both jumped out and he handed me my suitcase and kissed me goodbye before taking the keys from me.
"Hey, Jane. It's gonna be okay. They are going to find her." I nodded despite my disbelief in his words. He hugged me tightly one final time and I ran to security pulling out my phone to let Lydia know my travel plans. I didn't know what I could do but I had to be there, I had to do something.
Bing Lee
Holy Shit. Watching Jane crying was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever seen. I absolutely hated when she was hurt and this? This was the epitome of hurt. If George Wickham was really behind this I was going to murder him. I was going to rip his limbs from his body. And don't even get me started on what Darcy was going to do to him when he found him. Oh my God Darcy. The Bennet's probably wouldn't have thought to call him but I knew that he was still in love with Lizzie. The minute I parked Jane's car in the garage I grabbed my phone and hit Darcy's number on my speed dial. He answered after two rings.
"Bing, I'm about to step into a meeting, can I call you back in an hour?" I could hear a large amount of chatter in the background and his voice was breaking up a bit.
"Darcy it's an emergency." I spoke quickly.
"Hold on." The chatter became more distant and I heard a door slam after which there was silence. "What's going on?"
"Lydia just called Jane, and I dropped her off at the airport. Darce, Lizzie's gone missing." There was complete silence. After a few minutes he responded, his voice sounding crisp and clipped.
"What do you mean, like she's run away?"
"No man, like she's been kidnapped." I could hear him inhaling sharply. "Look man, Lydia thinks George Wickham might have had something to do with it." There was a long pause and finally I heard him swear violently.
"Bing I'm going to have to call you back."
"Darcy, the police are at the house right now I'm sure they will find her."
"Call Fitz. Let him know what's happening. Don't tell Gigi. I will call her later. I'll call you back later."
"Darcy what are you…" Click. He hung up on me. Shit. I punched in Fitz's number and waited as the phone rang.
"Bing, my man! What's up?"
"Have you heard from the Bennet's today?"
"Nah, man. I spoke with Lizzie a week ago but nothing since then, why?" I sighed and took a deep breath. Here we go again.
Lydia Bennet
The police were about to leave when I tripped. I realize what that sounds like but that trip was extremely important. While I was getting up off the ground I happened to see something under the front hall table. "Wait!" I yelled after them as they walked out the door. I grabbed the offending object in my hand and chased after the men. "Wait! I found something!" they turned and I thrust the object into the tall one's hand. "This pendant. It belongs to George Wickham. It's from his keychain. He was here." The man squinted at the object and sighed, placing it back in my hand.
"Look sweetie, we can't even verify that this belongs to Mr. George Wickham. And even if it is his we can't verify that he left it here on this particular trip here. If could have been here for months. We'll look into it but we can't be sure that he's done anything." And with that they turned around and walked back to their car. Bullshit. This was utter bullshit. Jane would be here any minute now and I couldn't wait. Jane always fixed things. I knew she could make this go away. She had to bring Lizzie back. This was George. This was my fault. What if he hurt her? What if he did-anything to her? It was my fault. I looked at that pendant in my hand and my knees went weak. I sunk to the ground and cried. The little heart poked my fingers. The little heart that I had bought for him.
