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Chapter 4: Missing

It was difficult to see in the trunk, but she was still fighting. Catherine was desperately searching for anything inside the trunk, anything that would lead to freedom. She knew they were moving for a little while and all she could focus on was breathing. And trying to think of a positive outcome, there still was a chance for her.

She looked through the crack again, she felt the car gradually slow down. They moved a few more seconds until the car came to a complete stop. She stayed quiet and listened. She heard Vincent cut off the ignition and the sound of her old car door was pushed open. He was going somewhere.

After driving a little, Vincent turned into an Auto Service and Tires place. He kept thinking about Catherine in the trunk, but he also knew he had to keep moving and proceed with the plan. He only stopped because he needed some directions.

Catherine waited a minute or two after Vincent got out the car and she began to call out. She heard the faint sounds of the cars on the highway and they'd stopped so she knew someone, anyone had to be around. She found herself hitting on the roof of the lid, yelling out for help.

"Hello?! Help! Help I'm in the trunk!" She cried out and continued to shout. But her cries were covered by the speeding cars and traffic.

Vincent pulled the door open and made it inside the store. He instantly heard the sound of the game on the large tv and glanced at the woman behind the counter before turning to the brochures on the stand.

"Who's winning?" He asked the unknown woman, friendly.

She looked up at the screen, not yet turning around to see the new customer, "Cougars. You a fan?" She asked, watching one of the players score again.

"Aren't we all?" Vincent replied as he turned around.

The woman did as well and Vincent slightly smiled at her reaction. The woman bit her lip slightly and decided to ignore the game as Vincent walked up to the counter.

"I don't suppose you could tell me which highway will take me to the Canadian border?" He requested, folding his arms on top of the counter.

"I could tell you.." She started, looking off to the side, "But I won't." She finished.

Vincent gave her a new expression of confusion, "Really? And why may I ask is that?" He continued, searching for a legitimate reason.

"Well..because then you'll leave." She said playfully, trying to flirt.

He nodded his head, understanding now and decided to play along. He needed to hurry up and get out of here. Get far away from here as possible.

He gave her a delighted smile, "For now." As the woman eyed him, "I'll be back later this week." He said, lying.

"What are you doing Thursday?" He proceeded to give the woman false hope.

"Working here till six." She responded, getting excited.

"Well I'll see you six on the dot then. Now how about those directions?" He pushed, leaning forward.

She smiled to herself and decided to share the information, "Ahh, nothing to it. You just jump on the five and..keep heading north." She directed, signaling out the window to the nearby highway. Vincent looked to what she was referring to.

"If you don't get to Canada, then you're going the wrong way." She joked with him.

Vincent nodded his head and leaned back, "I'll see you Thursday." He said, his way of thanking her.

She grinned at him and said see ya as he left the store.

His determined look flooded his face again as he stepped quickly back to the car. He got closer and closer and as he did, the sound of Catherine's voice jumped in his ears. He looked around quickly and didn't see anyone else standing by. He sighed to himself and just got back in the car. He crunk up the vehicle and looked around for the signs that would tell him his next move. He saw the blue signs that read East interstate 90 and North interstate 5. He heard Catherine return to silence as she heard he was back in the car. He pulled out the lot and was on his way. But instead of taking interstate 5, he went the opposite route.

He drove and drove till he reached the woods. He parked the car and hopped out, making his way to the trunk. He eyed his surroundings just to be safe before quickly opening the latch. Catherine instantly looked up at him, a bit of fright in her eyes at first.

He grabbed her arm and helped her up. She looked around, not knowing where they were.

"Get out." He told her and she did just that. She rapidly threw her legs over one at a time until her feet hit the ground. She turned around, leaning over the trunk for minute, her breathing unusual.

Vincent rushed her to hurry, not knowing what she was doing. Her hands wrapped around the tire iron slowly and she threw it back quickly and Vincent groaned in pain, still managing to stop her at the same time. One of his hands held onto her tightly as his other snatched the item from her. He looked at her with rage, letting a curse word slip from his mouth at the pain. He chucked the tire iron back in the trunk and slammed it shut. He closed his eyes and kept breathing to fight off the fresh pain. He did his best to keep his mind off it as he moved her forward, telling her to walk.

She knew she was pushing it with him and she was surprised he hadn't struck her by now. Maybe he didn't want to hurt her even though she was making it nearly impossible. She just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Why did she have to come with him?

He walked behind her closely as they continued to walk. He grabbed the sides of her arms and turned her around, stopping her in that spot.

"You stay here!" He told her seriously, rising his pointer finger, "You hear me? Don't move." He said strictly. He hurriedly walked back to the car but Catherine was still in his sights, only fifth teen feet away. He got his bag out and placed it on the ground in front of her. He leaned down to unzip the bag and pulled out a familiar scarf.

"Turn around." He appointed and she gave him a puzzled look, "Turn around." he repeated, this time guiding her. She turned completely around with her hands behind her back. He wrapped the same scarf around her wrist and pinned them together again.

He tied it securely and looked around the area for a brief moment. He saw a lot of fallen branches and tree limbs on the ground. He looked to his captive again, "Don't move." He said as he stepped away to collect the large branches. After he got enough, he placed them all over the car. Almost hiding it completely from the angle they were viewing it from.

Vincent pointed Catherine in a further direction as she stumbled in front of him. He held onto her binded wrist as they both walked ahead. They walked for what seemed like forever in silence until Catherine got tired of it and spoke up.

"You were in prison for murder...weren't you?" She asked as she glanced at him as they moved. Even though she was pretty sure the answer was yes. He kept walking, not bothering to look at her or answer her.

"Your gonna kill me too." She stated, this time not asking. She just looked at him as his choice of silence was his response.

Marks Residence

Evan was sitting on his couch with his hands in his head as Claire sat beside him. He looked tired and drained as the Leader of STAT was questioning him. STAT was a strategical tactical abduction team with the U.S. Marshall. The man eyed Evan, crossing his arms.

"Any reason to believe your wife was a willing participant?" The man put into question and Evan's head instantly shot up.

"Willing?!" Evan asked with disgust and fury. "How dare you!" He yelled, even his breath erupted in fumes. He looked to the woman agent as she began to speak.

"Our preliminary investigations suggested it as a possibility." She informed with her notepad and pen in hand. "She did drive off the property with Mr. Keller." She reminded Evan and he shook his head.

"He had a gun on her! He stole it from the safe along with some cash!" He shouted pointed to the broken-into object.

"And your wives passport." The other agent said, jumping in. Evan looked to him but he still wasn't succumbing to that thought. He was ready to lurch forward and strike the man when Claire grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"You don't know Catherine." Claire told the standing man and he looked to her. "She's a...well I don't know how to describe it..she's not capable of anything like this. It's not in her nature." She told them as Evan rose off the couch.

"And you are?" The woman asked and Claire looked to her.

"Claire Sims." She stated. "I'm Mr. Marks campaign manager." She said as the lady took down the information. She replied with an mhmm.

The impatient detective brought his attention back to Evan, "Mr. Marks, do you think any of this has to do with you running for mayor?" He questioned and Evan crumbled his fist. He was sick of this.

"My wife's been kidnapped by a convicted murderer and you're standing here asking me questions like these? Find my wife!" He demanded and both detectives glanced at each other.

The man sighed to himself, "There is an APB out and I'm confident we'll get a hit." He returned and Evan nodded his head.

"There's also road blocks on all the major highways although by now they may have bypassed them and be out of state which is considered other jurisdictions. So in the mean time...I recommend that you put out a plea. A personal plea. It may go a long way with people that have seen him." He wrapped up and Evan just stared for a moment.

"Mr. Marks..we'll give you time to collect your thoughts." Said the female, "And then we'll advise you on what you need to say."

Evan shook his head as the anger still took over, "I know what to say." He said grinding his teeth.

Claire took that moment to stand up and speak, "Mr. Marks will be more than prepared. If you'll excuse us.." She requested and the lady looked at her strange before pulling on a smile.

"Certainly." She obliged leaving the room with her male partner. She looked to him as he started talking.

"Those two are sleeping together." He shined on the obvious.

Her eyebrows rose in amusement, "Definitely." She agreed as they left completely.

Vincent/Catherine

It had gotten really dark outside and they were still walking around, looking for god knows what.

"Tell me something." Catherine began, "Was the flirting all part of your plan?" She asked, looking straight ahead. "To gain my trust? So my guard would be down when you made your move?"

Vincent tried to keep from interacting as his gaze reached her for a second, but he chose to reply. "No." He said honestly and she looked at him, hiding her reaction of surprise. She looked back ahead, continuing to ask since he finally spoke to her.

"Then you must care for me in some way." She said, making accusations. "Means you won't kill me." She reached and he looked at her but returned to his run of silence.

They moved a couple more feet ahead through various bushes and branches. His hand pushed at her waist, moving her into an open type of land, but still the woods. She looked at him as they came to a complete stop. She gathered with his wondering that he was either lost and had no choice but to stop or he was familiar with this area.

"Why are we stopping here?" She asked as he pulled the book bag off his back. He tossed it on the ground in the short distance.

"We're gonna spend the night here." He answered, looking up in the trees as the owls prowled. "Turn around." He suddenly said and she just went ahead and did it. He had freed her for a moment because she kept complaining about her wrist, but he knew he couldn't trust her being freed while he was sleeping. So, he had to tie her up again.

Meanwhile

There was a press conference being held at the Marks Residence. Cameras were flashing and mics were thrown in the air. Evan was about to give his plea to the crowd of question filled people. Claire was beside him, along with the two officers.

"In times like these..it's important to remain focused." Evan started, keeping himself content but you could see his blue flecs flooding with tears.

'"Bringing Catherine home and the capture of Vincent Keller are my number one priority." He spoke in his shaky voice, blinking back his moment of vulnerability. He took a deep breath, trying to hold it all together why he was on camera.

"I stand firm, thanks to this support from the community." He took another breath and looked directly into the camera. "Catherine...if you can see this..I love you." He confessed, finally letting his tears fall. He said a quick thank you and abandoned the crowd of people as he rushed back into his house. The people were desperately wanting to ask questions as their fuss grew louder.

The woman detective stepped in front of the news reporters. "Now I wanna make it clear, Mr. Keller is considered armed and dangerous. If you know of his whereabouts or Mrs. Marks, please don't hesitate to call your local law enforcement." She pleaded before leaving the group of people as well.

Vincent/Catherine

Both Vincent and Catherine were leaning against the tree sleep as the one lantern they had brightened the area. Catherine's eyes fluttered open and she slowly looked at Vincent to see him passed out. She began moving her wrist, doing everything she could to free her hands. She tugged at the fabric material with everything she had and she felt her heart race when she was able to free her right hand. She pulled the scarf off and watched Vincent as she rose up off the ground. She stepped carefully as she made her way around the large tree, still keeping her gaze fixed on him. She took three more steps until she was far enough to start running.

Vincent sighed to himself in his sleep but something told he to wake up. He looked to his left, expecting to see Catherine and hopped up when he didn't. He cut his flashlight on and spun around for any sign of her. He didn't know what direction she went in but he trusted his gut and started running.

Catherine ran as fast as she could, to anywhere else. Civilization would be ideal but she didn't know where civilization was around here. Vincent was anxiously looking for her, but he didn't see her so far. They both ran into the unknown and Vincent shot a warning shot in the air, hopefully to get a sound from her. But she kept silent while her feet kept moving.

He kept running with his one source of light and saw someone sprinting in the distance. He knew it had to be her. He ran in that direction and got closer and closer. His speed was surpassed hers as he quickly gained on her. Vincent grabbed onto her and tackled her onto the ground.

He crawled on top of her as she turned around in his arms. She struggled as her small fist lunged at his covered chest. He applied all his weight against her body to keep her from fumbling as his hands finally grasped her wrist. He forced them to her sides, against the cold ground as he hovered over her face. She looked up at him, out of breath and frustrated that she got caught. Again.

Her frown was defined as the stared at him, "Get. Off. Of. Me!" She broke down as he laid on her for a moment before granting her-her wish, jumping up to his feet.

"You better hope I remember my way back!" He yelled at her, growing livid with this woman. She wouldn't quit!

She raised herself off the ground and turned away from him, running her hands through her rustled strands before turning around to face him rapidly.

"Why don't you just shoot me?!" She asked, almost begging to be shot. She was tired of not knowing her purpose. If he was going to kill her, what was he waiting for?

"Get it over with!" She screamed in his face and he stepped back, lifting the gun in his hand. He had it aimed directly at her head.

She looked at the gun as her breath rushed out and than to his face. She mentally shook her head in disbelief. She could see it in his eyes, he was upset but she knew he wasn't gonna shoot her. He couldn't.

He lowered the weapon from in front of her face, "The gun shots might draw attention." He chose as his reason for not taking her out. "We gotta keep moving!" He continued, trying to grab onto her arm but she shrugged away from him. She began walking back in the direction and he rolled his eyes like a child and quickly followed her.

STAT

"Great, thanks." Said the detective as she hung up the phone. She grabbed the attention of her partner as he looked up from the paper. "Wyatt just took a statement from a gas station from the cashier. She said that Keller asked for directions to Canada." She rushed out as the man listened intently.

"She also said that he seemed like he was posing for the security camera. Wyatt is sending us a copy." The man nodded his head and laughed a little.

"Sounds like he was planning a witness to make us believe he's heading for the border." He concluded, looking down at Vincent's picture in the file. "Smart move. It's gonna be fun tracking this boy."

Vincent/Catherine

They continued their journey through the forest like place and they finally stopped when they reached a small cabin. They walked along side the house and Vincent told her to wait there while he ran to retrieve something. He walked ahead and stopped when he saw a big, green covered rock. He lifted the rock off the ground and underneath was a folded zip lock bag. He brushed it off and opened it up and plucked the key out. He ran to the front door and unlocked it.

He looked to Catherine and said come on a couple times and she rushed inside. She looked around the place as he shut the door behind them. It was certainly not what she expected. It felt very homey and comforting, or maybe she was just happy to be inside a place instead of treading in the wet woods.

Vincent brushed pass her and sat his stuff down. He went to the windows to let them up to let air circulate that small living facility. Catherine continue to look around until she stopped, seeing a picture of Vincent and some other people on the wall. She walked closer to it and looked back at him.

"You owned a garage? Is that your wife..your brother?" She asked, analyzing the people as best as she could in the picture.

Vincent looked at the picture she was referring to, the one he was forgot was hanging there. It showed him wrapping his arm around a pretty woman, taking a group photo with some older working men. They were all placed in front of a car garage and Vincent, as well as everybody else, was wearing a big smile. He felt his teeth grind at the sight of it and charged over and yanked it off the wall.

"Ex- wife." He responded, tossing the picture to the side, "Ex- friend." He also said, walking away from her, referring to the man she assumed was his brother.

She watched him as he pulled her husband's jacket off and proceeded to look out the windows. She cleared her throat and couldn't help but pull all of the pieces together. He was more upset now.

"Did they have an affair?" She asked, prying for information.

He huffed in agitation and glanced at her, choosing to not to settle her wonders. He was growing tired of all her questions.

Catherine took in the fact that he was done sharing and turned around as he fiddled with the curtains in front of the windows. She looked at the front door, calling her name. Giving her yet another opportunity.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Vincent quickly said, not even having to see her. She looked at him in shock.

He turned around to see her face, "You'll get lost and you won't like what finds you." He shot out.

She edged away from the door and walked in his direction. She watched him as he tried to fix everything up, getting out everything he needed. He was still wearing that determined, emotionless face. One thing she gathered is that a lot had happened to him and he was willing to give up zilch. She knew he had done something horrible to get into prison and she was betting it had something to do with those people from his past.

"Are they the reason you're in prison?" She spoke and he acted in his usual manner, unresponsive, digging through the filled bag. She wanted to pull her hair out, she was so done with this. She sighed and walked closer to him.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, desperately needing answers.

He abruptly stopped his actions, dropping the bag onto the table. He looked up at her before quickly moving her way. Her eyes enlarged, she was ready to plead for forgiveness as she didn't know what was to come. He grabbed onto her arms and turned her around. She still winced in fear at this positions. He simply grabbed at the scarf that's been bonding her wrist together and untied the tightened knot he created this time.

He felt her nerves slowly relax as he pulled the shear sash from her skin. He gave her a look to reassure that he wasn't going to harm her or whatever she had running in her mind. Which he thought she already knew he wouldn't. She slowly turned around as he chucked the material to the side.

He went to grab his newly packed bag and stride to the door. He looked back at her as he stepped out.

"I'm getting supplies." He said shortly, before shutting her in. She stood there and waited for him to just leave but she knew she heard him lock the door. She watched him walk further and further away out the window. She still tried the lock and banged on the door, testing it's strength. But it was no use. She thought it could have been way worse being taken against her will, but she still wanted to get the hell out of here. She knew someone had to be looking for her by now.

A/N

;) I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Sorry I didn't get to write this yesterday, I had HW and I still do lol But let me know what you thought of it. I'm pretty sure after I nap and stuff, I'll be posting the next chapter to The Situation before the next chapter of this I think. These are just easier to write because I know how the movie goes. :D Pleas Review! Any thoughts or questions?! Love you all! Xoxo