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Stuck in Suspense 4

"They….what?" He stumbled over his words.
"They took her, god damn it!" Kurt yelled.

"How?" He whispered, no longer able to look his angry boss in the eye.

"Well, Martinsson, Justin escaped. You want to tell me how he managed that?" Kurt growled.

"What, so now this is my fault?" He hissed. No way was Kurt blaming him for Justin escaping. No way was he going to let it happen.

"Yes! You were with him last before he escaped! Did he slip your keys somehow?"

"When would he….." He trailed off, not finding his keys in his pocket. "That bloody son of a bitch!" Magnus yelled angrily. Kurt fixed him with a steely glare. "Don't even, Kurt. I didn't know he was able to steal my keys, it's not my fault he did. And, as I recall, you we're the one who wanted me to go see him."

"I wanted you to see him, not let him steal your keys, you idiot."

"Yeah, because I just decided to lend him my keys." This wasn't right. Kurt had every right to be angry at him. He had unknowingly helped Justin escape. He cursed himself, then let out a deep breath. "Do we know where she was taken?" He asked as calmly as possible.

"Right out of her own god damn home. Left you a note, Martinsson." Kurt growled, pointing to a clear evidence bag, containing a note.

Well, my dear Magnus, I see you have a liking to this girl. You cannot worry, she will be perfect as a pearl. Rather, she will be, until this Friday, so you must hurry. Thank you very much for lending me your keys. They are very much appreciated in helping me with this heist.

He wanted to puke. No, this was not happening. Friday was only two days away. And perfect as a pearl? What the hell? He took in a breath, and looked at Kurt.

"What can I do?"

The determined glint in the kids eye was frightening. He had to admit, he had been a little harsh on the kid, but this was his daughter. Truthfully, he felt like breaking down in tears, but he couldn't let that happen so he yelled instead. He took a deep breath, trying to diminish his anger, and looked, really looked, at the young cadet. Magnus was determined, he could tell that much at first glance, but he also looked somehow….defeated. And that was odd for someone who was usually bursting with life. Magnus felt….guilty. He could see that in his stance; the way he slouched over, the look on his face that said someone had killed his puppy. He hated to see that. The kid ran a shaky hand through his blond curls. His clear, bright blue eyes stared right into his soul. People say eyes are the windows to the soul but he had never taken it this literally. Kurt, you're not a poet, stop acting like it. Man up and get your daughter back. He chastised himself.

"Kurt?" The cadet asked him softly. He closed his eyes, then opened them after a few moments.

"Yeah….uh, I want you to go check out the house again, see if he left any signs of where she was taken, then go check out Justin's house, see if he has anything remotely useful there. Now." He ordered. Magnus hurried off, his booted leg forcing an awkward limp. He made sure Magnus was gone, then went into his office, slammed the door, and collapsed into a chair. A tear leaked from the corner of his eye and he wiped it away angrily. Now was not the time to breakdown. He sucked in a deep breath, and got his jacket on, grabbing his keys. He hurried out the door, and to his car, practically running in his mad rush to get to Justin's to find anything useful to help find his daughter. He ignored the odd stares, and jumped into his Volvo. He pulled the crumpled piece of paper that had Justin's address written on it from his pocket, and began the twenty minute drive there.

He pulled up outside of the white house. A classic, sleek, black car sat outside of the house; one he didn't recognize. He pulled his gun, and carefully made his way over to the house. Nothing seemed out of order. But still, as a detective, he was always on edge. He slowly, silently, opened the door. A tall man with a mop of curly blond hair stood in front of him, scaring whatever dignity he had right out of him.

"Damn it, Martinsson, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He growled. Magnus just looked at him with big, blue, overly innocent eyes that hid a bit of amusement behind them.

"Yes, Kurt, I am." Magnus smart mouthed back.

"Who's car is that? The black one?" He asked, still not completely sure they were here alone.

"Mine." Magnus replied, and went back to searching through Justin's laptop, which he had gotten a warrant for.

"Since when?" The words just sort of slipped from his mouth. He hissed at his own inability to hold his words in his mouth. Magnus's mouth quirked up at the corners.

"Since….three days ago. It was my dads'. He gave it to me before he died…uh, in his will. Never had time to go to the shop and get it….my sister knew I love the car, so she got it out, washed it, and put some gas in it."

"What kind?" Damn, couldn't stop the words, could he?

"1967 Impala. Okay, so I've been looking through this, and there isn't much information, but there is a couple of places that wouldn't hurt to check. Here, there is a warehouse that he had been checking out. Saved some pictures and stuff. Says that the warehouse has been abandoned for years. No one goes there because it is said to be," Magnus put air quotes around his next word. "Haunted. So no one likes it. It's pretty big, good size to hide someone. Not too much information on it. A man named Blake Bonham killed his wife and three kids, then himself there. Guilt I suppose. The next place, is an old car lot. Lots of empty spots, closed off on the far side of town. An hour or so from here. Big fields of cars, old, new, broken. A few people have been taken there after being kidnapped, a good place about a mile from civilization on both sides. One case in specific…the victim was Mary Jenkins. She was brutally slaughtered. It's a good place to go if you don't want to be found."

"So we have two places? How far is the warehouse?" He asked, taking all the information in.

"About a half hour."

"Let's go."

"Well, shouldn't we check it out first? Kurt, let's be reasonable. This is your daughter's life were talking about here. We don't want to be charging blindly into this, do we?" Magnus asked him, a look of concern and sadness on his face. Damn, the kid was right. This so was not like him. Magnus usually dove into things blindly, not him. He sighed.

"Alright, fine. Let's go back to the office. First, I want you to go scope out upstairs." He said gruffly. Magnus nodded, and quietly made his way upstairs. When he was sure the young cadet was gone, he got the address of the warehouse and car lot, along with the directions. He quickly printed them out, then folded the papers and shoved them in his pocket, just as his colleague came down. He pretended to be shifting through some papers.

"Find anything?" He asked casually.

"No, nothing." Magnus replied, completely unaware of his plan.

"Alright, let's go. I'm going to stop for coffee first. I'll meet you there." He said as they walked out the door. The young cadet nodded, and got into his car, and started it up. He made his way ever so slowly to his car, ensuring Magnus had rounded the corner before rushing into his car and starting it. He took out the directions to the warehouse, and grimly started his car.

He was going to get his daughter back.

I'm so sorry! Don't hate me! Ahhhh! I know it's been a while since I updated but life sort of got in the way. I know. Excuses, I know. But I think I can safely say for all highschoolers out there that school is a rush! Well, thanks for sticking with me and huge apology to Mibbles610 because you have been reviewing and following and I feel bad! You know, reviewing just might help me post chapters faster, hint hint (Cough, cough) ;) Review please! Or PM me with ideas or requests for upcoming chapters! Aaannnnd check out my Supernatural fic called Brotherly bonding.