Words- Chapter Five- Missing

San Francisco, CA

Blaise Corso's POV

I walked into the precinct with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I couldn't put a finger on it.

I greeted many faces. The first, was Jeremy Redbird. He was always the first to greet me. "Morning, Rook."

He scowled. "Of course. But hey… uh… listen, did you happen to find something in your apartment last night?"

I thought back to last night's events. Jeremy and I went out for some drinks. A few too many. Stumbled back to my apartment. Things happened… And, here I am. "No… should I have found something?"

"Just my heart."

I shot him a solid glare. Stemming from deep within my irises. I could see that it burned him. He wasn't joking. And I knew that. "Jeremy… stop it."

He sighed. "Whatever. See ya later, Blaiseygator."

Oh my… Jeremy did not just become Kai.

Walking to my desk, I noticed a strange atmosphere in the place. The place was near deserted. Instantly, I reported to the Captain's office.

"Captain… what on earth.. This place is officially a ghost town."

Anders nods and gestures to take a seat. This makes me worried. He hates me, normally. "I.. erm.. I take it you haven't heard the news, then?"

I shook my head. "No… should I have? What's going on?"

He was silent for a minute.

"He did something stupid, didn't he?"

A part of me wondered if this had to do with Jeremy. After everything him and I did.. Behind closed doors, sexual harassment claims was the least that I had to worry about. "What are you talking about?"

"Jeremy…"

The captain shook his head. "Look Blaise, everybody here knows about you two. You and Jeremy, I mean. We have for a while. And it's obvious. But your jobs are safe for the time being, besides bigger things are on our plate."

I was astonished.

"Mal and Natara are missing."

(POV: Oscar Santos)

San Francisco Police Department Headquarters

Wandering into the old apartment was just strange, considering that regrettably, there wasn't a tan, brunette woman greeting me any longer upon entrance. And with her being gone, I constantly worried about her. Even though she wasn't mine any longer, I still loved her.

I took a deep sigh in and released it.

Was it real?

Maybe I had imagined it.

It would have been easier.

I guess my only hypothesis was that maybe they went rogue, ran away together, changed their names. Bonnie and Clyde Fallon…

I shook that thought away and tried to figure out what I could do next.

I was no detective, but I dated a profiler. I had picked up something from that. Besides, I owed it to her. If she was really in trouble, I couldn't sit around and wait for the police department to gather evidence and all of that. I needed to find her.

For her.

If I ever stood a chance of getting her back.

My feet slowly grazed the carpet as I strode across the empty space. The lease was over in two weeks. After the honeymoon, we were getting our first home together. But now, since the wedding clearly wasn't happening, I decided it best that I move in with my sister, for now. Being there was just too much. The air was haunting.

As I began to pack up more dishes, a sharp knock sounded on the door.

Confused, I made my way back over to the door. "Hello?" I asked before even glancing through the peephole.

"Oscar, it's Blaise. Can you open up a second?"

That was just weird. Blaise and I never really spoke. Ever. In fact, I was sort of under the impression that she possessed some deep-seated hatred for me.

However, without hesitation, I opened the door. "Hey Blaise."

"Hey… "

Silence filled the air. I was about to ask what brought her over, but she spoke again.

"… I need to ask you some questions."

Mal's POV

Kettleville, Alaska

"That sounds like…" She whispered, peeking her head up to see out the window.

Immediately, I dragged her back down. Our faces only inches apart. "Stay down!" His voice was only at a whisper, but it boomed through my ear. He was serious. You could tell.

The footsteps continued. Mal's heartbeat was insane. Or who knows? It was probably mine.

"What do we do?"

Unbelievably, Mal shrugged. "How bad is it that I'm not sure?"

I ignored that momentarily and thought. And listened. The footsteps were only becoming louder and louder…

Closer and closer.

And then.

A knock at the front door.

"I'm going to answer the door…" Mal began. "Go to the bathroom. Lock yourself in there."

Mal fished around in his luggage slowly. And pulled out his pistol. "Take this with you."

I gasped. "Mal, how did you get that-"

"We'll talk about that later."

Mal disappeared down the narrow hall and out of sight. I scrambled out of my bed and to the bathroom, as he ordered. I felt funny about it, meaning to object, but not having the time, I really wanted to know who was creeping around our cabin.

And I heard a voice. "You." Mal spoke, and I felt my bones tense.

SORRY. Cliffhanger a little longer, readers! Don't worry. I know I interrupted the Maltara but.. There's more to come!