Moments that Lead to You

I know! I know! Its been forever! Feel free to hate me if you please.^^; But the story continues, chapter 9 here we go!

Enjoy!


Blue

She was breaking again.

Lindsay stood staring at her reflection in the cracked and dirty motel mirror. She held fast to the sink her knuckles turning white as she gripped with all her might. She was shaking from the incontrollable sobs that threatened to overtake her entire being. Her brown wig sat upon her head and she stood wearing comfortable loose fitting track cloths that nearly hide the fact that she was eight months pregnant.

Upon the sink sat her contacts case opened revealing the brown eye wear she was supposed to have been wearing now.

But she was too close to tears to get them in correctly so she stood trying to calm herself down.

She needed to be quick about it too for Paul and Esther were just outside waiting for her.

It came suddenly, her onslaught of tears, as she had been getting ready to leave the motel.

She had started thinking of her family again, and how terrible she missed them…if she would ever get to see them again…

And that's when the tears had come.

She had to hurry up and pull herself together! She had to hurry and get ready but she couldn't!

She just couldn't get past the downward spiral that was now her life!

And all she really wanted to do right now was lie on the ground and curl up into herself and cry!

"Paul and I work as personal re-locators for hire. It is our job to make people disappear."

Who would do this to her! Who would have wanted her gone this badly!

With a soft sniff Lindsay raised bright wet baby blue eyes to look to herself in the mirror.

She lowered her hand down to her large belly…and for a moment her thoughts were filled with him.

What if…?

"What the hell is taking you so long!" Came a booming voice that caused Lindsay to gasp and quickly swirl to face the door.

Paul stood there in all his large and overwhelming glory. With a deep scowl his arms crossed in distaste and his whole frame completely blocking the bathroom door.

Lindsay instantly wished for Esther.

Still so overcome with tears she could only stare up at the large man in fear every now and then giving a small sniff and sob.

"Hurry up and get those contacts in! Don't you know how behind schedule we are!"

His loud demand caused her to flinch and Lindsay instantly tried her voice again, "I-I am…! I mean I'm trying…! I can't…! I can't…!" And then suddenly she was broken down with sobs once again.

It was all piling up on her suddenly.

She was kidnapped!

Her hormones were most likely raging!

She'd never see her loved ones again!

Someone had gone through so much trouble to see to it that she'd never be heard from again!

And suddenly she just couldn't take it anymore!

"I can't…!" Lindsay cried out again, "I can't…! I can't…! I can't…! I can't…! I can't…! I-!"

And suddenly she was instantly silenced by Paul as he made his way at her with one quick stride and brought a powerful and deafening SLAP against her cheek! So hard that her face was instantly thrown to the side.

Her tears stopped her blue eyes wide and her mouth agape Lindsay could only stand in shock.

There was sharp pain in her cheek and with the sudden end to her sobbing hysteria there came an unsettling silence that vibrated off the walls of the small bathroom.

Paul glared down at her his dark brown eyes narrowed quite unpleasantly.

"You can and you will." He sneered heavily.

Lindsay began to shake though she made not even the smallest sound of contradiction.

Paul then leaned down and took hold of a roll of toilet paper he began to unravel it till he had a decent amount in his hand.

"Sniveling bitch." He muttered as he broke apart the amount of toiletry he needed.

Lindsay cautiously turned her head back towards him to watch this action and when he suddenly returned back to his full height and took another step toward her she quickly started with a flinch and a quick step back,

"N-no! Don't-!"

"Shut up!" He barked as he grabbed a rough hold of her chin and forced her fearful expression on him. "If your eyes are wet you'll never get the contacts in, stupid girl!"

And then he brought the wade of toilet paper up and with a sudden and surprising gentleness he began to lightly dab away at her tears.

Lindsay quickly raised her hands up to grip at the powerful hand that was holding against her chin and keeping her head in place.

"I-I can do it…myself…!" She quietly assured her defiance mixed with fear.

"Shut up!" He growled again, "There wouldn't even be any need if you hadn't been acting like a weak and wasted bitch in the first place."

Lindsay began to blink rapidly and she bite against her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

Paul instantly took note of these actions.

"Don't." He warned darkly, "Don't you dare…"

And through a divine miracle Lindsay contained herself…with a sniff and another round of fast blinks she kept the tears at bay.

Paul glared at her for a moment before going back to his work at wiping away her tears.

For a moment there was the most horrid twist of awkward, tense, fearful silence in the air between the two.

Lindsay stood stock still with just the barest tremble every now and then; she made sure to keep her gaze lowered to the side.

And if the distasteful atmosphere between them was noticeable to Paul he either hid it well or just plain didn't care.

His large hulking presence was quite casual as he continued to dab away at her eyes clearing away the wetness and making Lindsay blink or flinch constantly.

Finally the odd tension and earth shattering silence was broken by the simple, sudden, and quite unusual phrase of,

"Old baby blue."

He had said it under his breath but it had done well to catch Lindsay's attention as she quickly relocated her gaze to rest on him, and before she could stop herself she replied,

"What…?"

Paul released her chin and Lindsay instantly took a step back wanting some distance between them.

He rolled up the toilet paper and threw it away with a half shrug looking to her then to the ground.

"Those eyes of yours…they're the perfect kind of blue you know."

But with the look he suddenly gave her it was hard to tell if he was complementing her or mocking her.

Lindsay stared with a truly confused and troubled gaze.

Suddenly the corner of Paul's lips pulled ever so slightly to the side and he gave a gruff and dark kind of laughter,

"You got the kind of eyes that could cause a man trouble if he stared to long."

He then reached over and took hold of Lindsay's contact lens case, "I'd even wager it's those pretty blue eyes that got you in that mess," He pointed to her swollen stomach, "In the first place." Then he held out her case for her to take.

"Am I right Old Blue?"

Lindsay again bite hard on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling she took a deep breath and hoped to god Paul didn't see her blink quickly, once, twice as she again felt the sting of tears behind her eyes.

She was quite proud of herself, once again, that she held the tears back.

She left his disgraceful question un-answer.

She simply snatched her contacts case from his large hand.

~*~A moments time back~*~

Chef and Chris sat at an old picnic table wasting the day away with a game of checkers. Their gaming location took place on top of a high grassy area that sloped down quite a distance into sandy terrain that made up the side of the beach. Down on the sandy plan not too far from the host and co-host were the Total Drama kids relaxing in a way that was only fit for a bunch of teenagers. Loud talk, swimming and some partook in a game of volley ball.

As of now the contestants left over consisted of Courtney, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, Lindsay, DJ, Geoff, Leshawna, Duncan, Heather, Gwen and Owen.

Half down. Another half to go.

As the contestants took up in their merriment down the slope the host and Chef found themselves in a deep and serious discussion.

"I haven't broken any laws…I haven't done anything with her." Chris replied dully as he moved his checker piece to a destined position.

Chef grunted in response as he examined the board studiously.

A moments silence passed before the host added, "And she came on to me just so you know."

Finding an opening Chef moved his red piece to jump three of Chris's.

The older man replied, "She's sixteen."

Chris glared.

Ever since the night Chef caught Chris with Lindsay the older man had did well to stay clear of the subject of what he had seen. Perhaps because the two had been too busy for any real one on one talk because despite his usual attitude toward his co-host Chris actually did enjoy Chef's company. The crazy cook had a mindset not to different than his own and that was a rarity to come by. As a matter of fact Chris would almost consider the cook a friend. And that was why it took the host a little by surprise when suddenly the older man had brought up the night he ran into him and Lindsay on the trail that night weeks ago.

"Is that going to be you're only argument Chef? I know she's sixteen! Didn't you hear me when I said 'I haven't done anything'!"

With a mean grin Chef said, "I wonder if that'd still been true if I hadn't ran into you two the other night?"

Chris snorted, "Please. Even I know when to hit the brakes."

Without even giving it any thought he then moved his black piece.

Chef chuckled, "Wouldn't know about that one. You have a rough past when it comes to relationships."

He then skipped over two more of Chris's pieces.

The host irritably muttered, "What do you know?"

For a moment they sat in silence Chris opened his mouth to once more speak his piece but was quickly cut off with,

"Ball!"

Chris hardly had time to think of the older man's sudden cry when suddenly a rouge volley ball whizzed past just barely missing the back of the hosts head Chef quickly leaned over and the ball flew past!

The cook was on his feet glaring angrily down at the campers…one in particular actually.

"Damn delinquent! An inch closer and I swear I'd have probable cause!"

The teens who had been playing volley ball had mixed expressions, some looked amused, some looked horrified (no one enjoyed the cook on a bad day) and some looked to Duncan in accusing annoyance.

The punk grinned, "Don't tell me about probable cause old man!" And then as though thinking better of it he called out, "It was an accident!"

Both Chef and Chris highly doubted that but Chef only made a motion pointing two fingers to his eyes and then pointing a threatening finger to Duncan in a simple threatening message.

Duncan laughed and returned his attention to his fellow campers as D.J. ran off after the ball.

Chef sat back down so heavily the wooden picnic table they sat at shook lightly.

"I hate kids."

Chris kept his silence his gaze on the campers.

He watched as they went back to the normality of their day.

Talking, joking around, laughing, enjoying life.

They were all nearly a decade younger than him.

Nearly a decade ago Chris would never have been able to be like that. Nearly a decade ago Chris would never have been able to be a normal teenager enjoying life like the ones before him.

The hosts jaw tightened and something seared within him bringing his resentment to life.

"Chris?" Chef called questioningly after watching the host closely.

Chris's dark brown gaze roamed over each teen taking in what they were doing but it stopped short on Lindsay.

The pretty blonde stood wearing her tank top and jean shorts; she stood talking with a very annoyed Heather who simply wore her bikini.

They had both been involved in the volley ball game.

Lindsay for one looked highly exasperated…which was something one didn't see too often from her.

Chris felt a smirk tugging on his lips.

Perhaps she was finally catching on to Heather's game? Her misguided friendship with Heather had certainly been adding drama to their high rating show for the past few weeks.

With a fretful look upon her features Lindsay raised a hand up to rub lightly to her forehead as Heather snapped at her for one thing or another. The blonde was just beginning to speak her piece when D.J. returned with the ball and Heather stalked off with Lindsay still in mid-sentence.

The teens got back in their positions ready to re-start the game and Lindsay slowly followed suit only half-heartedly.

The game started again and still the host only continued to watch Lindsay in mild interest.

It came slowly, the idea….and when it was fully developed in the hosts mind…he couldn't figure out why he hadn't thought of it sooner!

At Playa de Losers where the other half of the contestants resided there were little to no camera's…

Plenty of room for privacy…

"Chris, man!"

The host snapped to, "What!"

Chef was looking to him strangely.

And for a moment Chris had that dirty perverted old man feeling again. His glare intensified,

"What!"

Chef looked down to their checker game and simply grumbled, "You're move."

After a moments silence Chris grumbled back, "I don't really feel like playing anymore."

With a great huff the cook replied, "I'm not judging you. I don't care what you do…" He looked away to towards the ocean, "But I've known you for a long time now Chris…and I know enough to feel like I should warn you."

Chris stared at Chef for a moment, his hostility slowly ebbing away. His gaze followed Chef's out to the ocean, where the waves churned beautifully and the sky was cloudless and stretched on forever.

Between the ocean and the sky it was a limitless blue.

Lovely and deep but it didn't hold the host's attention for long, he lowered his gaze and Chef continued.

"There are a lot of people that are looking for just the right amount of leverage to hurt you." Chef looked to him with dark glare full of meaning, "Don't hang yourself McClain."

An amused smirk pulled at Chris's features yet he kept his gaze lowered.

And though amused by the words he did think deeply on them.

He just wasn't afraid.

What was life worth if one didn't gamble a little?

Chef's frown deepened upon taking in the younger mans smirking features.

Thinking that he wasn't being taken seriously enough Chef tried again, "Listen boy if you don't climb down that pedestal you're on and start taking things seriously you're gonna-! Incoming!"

This time Chef dove out the way while again Chris barely got a grasp on what was going on. But this time it cost him as the ball few by bounced hard against some nearby tree and came sailing back to slam the host hard against his forehead!

"Goddammit!" He cried standing suddenly his hands rushing up to cover his now sore temple.

From down below he could hear cries of "Ooooohhhh!" And boisterous laughter.

Next challenge Duncan was going to suffer!

Chris took one cautious step over the bench he had been sitting on but didn't quite bring his other leg up high enough as it ended up hitting against the bench.

"Fucking criminal." Chris sneered as he staggered back a bit, Chef picked himself up off the ground and looked to the host before a surge of panic struck him.

"Watch what you're doing TV boy!"

But there was still this searing pain just behind his eyelids and his mind was working slow to connect with what was going on around him and he was still staggering ungracefully just near the edge of the slope where it cut down toward the sandy dunes.

Chef moved toward him, "Chris!"

But it was too late the younger man lost his footing and was down! Down, down, down he tumbled and slid from the grassy area which then turned into a sandy slope till he came to hard stop at the base of the slope throwing up sand and dust!

Then there was nothing.

Then there were voices.

Small and timid, "Is he dead?"

"Did you see that fall! Totally awesome!"

"Nobody panic! I know what to do! I was a CIT!"

"Wait a sec! If he's dead then…how do we chose who wins the thousand?"

"You stupid punk! By the time I'm done with you there won't even be enough left to find your shadow!"

Laughter then, "It was a fucking accident! His head got in the way!"

"Hey…! Hey look! I think he's coming to!"

There was still a searing pain just past his eyes…he was gonna need an icepack like no other.

Then the small voice again, "So…so he's not dead…?"

"Back away Lindsay! You're not qualified to handle a situation like this!"

"But I-"

"Neither are you, little miss all-of-that!"

"Hey I'm more qualified than all of you! I was a-!"

"Give him room to breathe guys!"

"Ohmygosh! He can't breathe!" Then he felt a tight grip against the front of his shirt, "Breath, Chip, breath!" There was some slight yanking to his shirt, "Don't you die on me! Live, live!"

"Lindsay! I didn't mean-"

"Don't leave me, Chip! Please don't leave! Stay with me, Chip, stay with me!"

And when he opened his eyes the pain unfolded ten times worse as though the brightness of the sun contributed as well.

Then there was blue.

The perfect kind of blue.

The kind that someone could easily loose themselves in.

He must have been more messed up than he had thought but that's all that he could see was clear beautiful blue.

He blinked once, then twice and everything began to come into focus.

Lindsay was hovering over him, her eyes were wide and wet with the threat of tears.

And they were the perfect kind of blue.

All around him the contestants sat giving Lindsay and Chris strange and questioning looks, somewhere in the background Chef was nosily choking Duncan.

Chris could only lay there and continue to stare up at the blonde.

He watched as those lovely blue eyes softened beautifully with relief…and she smiled.

~*~Three weeks after Lindsay's disappearance~*~

Evan knocked loudly on the door marked B-72.

He paused for a moment then began to pound again when the door swung madly open,

"Jesus Christ! What do you want!" Cried out a slightly plump redhead.

She wore sweats and a simple tank-top and glasses sat upon the bridge of her nose.

Evan smiled charmingly, "Is your name Clarissa Folley?"

Her brown gaze roamed over Evan's figure unsurely.

"Yeah…" She said looking to him suspiciously, "Why? Who the hell are you?"

"My names Justin, I'm an old family friend of Paula's. Your roommate. Is she here by any chance?"

At this some of Clarissa's suspicion eased.

With a light sigh she said, "No Paula hasn't been here for weeks."

Evan frowned, "Since…her sister…?"

At this a look of surprise crossed over Clarissa's face, "Oh…no…After the news about Lindsay all Paula did was stay in bed…but that was like…a few weeks ago…you know just after it happened."

Evan frowned weighing out his next words before speaking, "You know her…family was awfully upset over her absence…with this whole business with Lindsay we felt it was best that they all be together."

Clarissa nodded, "I told her that many times myself but she refused." With a deep frown Clarissa quietly added, "I think she still beats herself up about it. Poor thing."

"Beats herself up about what?"

Clarissa looked up to Evan with a highly questioning look, "Well don't you know? Paula was the very last person to ever see Lindsay. I mean…it used to be all anyone ever talked about around here."

Evan's brows rose, "How did that get out?"

With a half shrug she replied, "Don't know. There were a lot of cops hanging around here during the first few days Lindsay went missing. They mostly spoke with people Paula knew who might have some connection with Lindsay as well…I think someone may have overheard something."

"Did the cops talk to you?"

"Well of course, they asked me all kinds of questions and I-!"

She paused with a sudden start before again looking to Evan with returning suspicion, "Wait a sec…what do you care if I spoke to the cops or not?"

Evan gave her a glare, "Because Paula is a good friend of mine." He lied with perfect ease, "Her and her family and the last thing any of us needs is for you to go around telling stories to the press for your fifteen seconds of fame!"

A look of outright indignation crossed Clarissa's features, "I have not!" she cried aghast, "I told them only what I know I swear! I never lied about anything, I want Lindsay found!" Clarissa looked away fuming as she crossed her arms about herself, "I would never do anything so cruel to hurt Paula. She's my friend!" Then looking to Evan accusingly almost as though to prove herself she then cried out, "I mean I was the one that stood up for Paula when Craig and his goons were going on saying all that mean stuff to Paula! Called her out right there in the middle of the schools great hall I was the one who-!"

"Whoa, whoa, honey slow down…who's Craig and what did he say?"

Still fuming irritably Clarissa said, "He's just one of the big shot leaders of the Delta Upsilon. Just a giant spoiled brat who thinks he can get away with whatever he wants cause his dad's rich and always willing to bail him out of trouble." She gave a scoff, "Bastard."

Evan furrowed his brow, "The Delta…?"

"Delta Upsilon. It's an all male sorority group."

Evan nodded, "And this Craig…doesn't get along well with Paula?"

"Pfft like fire and ice. Anytime you get those two together it's a guaranteed brawl!"

He raised a brow, "They fight?"

"Almost all the time. Craig's used to getting what he wants…he's never gotten over the time when Paula refused to go out with him…" Clarissa looked uncertain but continued on, "Paula can be kinda scary. She's hardly afraid of anyone so she…she gets into fights a lot."

Playing under his feigned identity Evan said, "That doesn't sound like Paula."

"Well she is very nice. And I'd expect she acts differently when at home. But if pushed too hard…and really I don't blame Paula for what she did in the great hall the other day."

"What'd she do?"

"She gave Craig a nasty black eye. He was calling her out saying, she's a criminal mastermind, a cold blooded psycho…a murderer."

Evan stared at her carefully, "What he thinks…Paula hurt Lindsay? Why would anyone think that?"

Clarissa looked down and stared at her bare feet for a moment, "It's just a rumor…a stupid rumor though…the police did follow up on it for a while. They say that Paula got rid of Lindsay…staged it to look like an outside kidnapping because…" She raised her dark eyes to look uncertainly at Evan, "Because she was jealous of all the fame and attention Lindsay was getting."

Evan nodded slowly, "Is that what you think?"

She shook her head fruitfully before looking away with torn expression on her face, "I…Listen, Paula is my friend. And I know Lindsay. I've met her before. Sweetest girl ever and Paula really cares for her…but…"

Evan raised his brows, "But what?"

"But…people have been talking you know, and Paula's…Paula's not acting like a grieving sister should."

With a look on her features that made it seem more like betrayal rather than giving out information Clarissa said, "I wasn't lying when I said she hasn't been home for weeks. Since she's gotten out of bed she's been out partying almost every night!"

"But she'd have to come back sometime."

She shook her head, "She hasn't been back…but I expect she's staying with her boyfriend," And then with a mocking sneer she gave his name, "Knives."

Evan frowned at the name, it had to be fake. "Where can I find him?"

Clarissa stared at him for a long moment before looking away, "Don't know."

Evan dug for more questions, "Could she possibly be in class? I need to find her…" Then he quickly added, "Her families very worried."

"No…she's been granted leave for the rest of the semester…but you could try 'Pete's Place' just off of Holland road from where you exit the campus. It gets pretty crowded with college kids trying to blow off steam. I hear Paula's been there a few times lately."

Evan smiled, "Thanks."

Before he could make his leave Clarissa spoke up again, "I really hope you find her, Justin." She smiled, "She could use all the family and friends she can get right now."

His smile grew in amusement.

"It's Eleven Forty-five." Chris spoke slightly exhausted as he sat at the bar table with Evan. "I think Paula might be a no-show."

Evan looked about him with a sharp smirk, "First of all we've barely been here an hour. Second who cares if she's a no-show or not! Look at all the sweet ass here! Plenty of potential baby cousin."

Chris sat wearing his shades and baseball cap keeping his face from too much expulsion. He looked around warily taking in the crowded bar filled with college students.

The ride to Paula's college hadn't been a long one. And they'd known exactly where to go thanks to the file on Lindsay they had taken from the TD studio production agency which also held some slight background on family members as well. Once on campus they had ran into some slight trouble at the student directory in finding Paula's room, they had used their story as reporters and also used a slight money bribe with the staff to find out what dorm she stayed.

The idea for Evan to go up alone had been Chris's idea. Paula was younger and may have been a fan of Total Drama and if so she would easily be able to identify him. And if she ever showed up in this bar it would be up to Evan to talk to her alone as well.

But there was something else.

When Evan returned from talking to Paula's roommate he had delivered just about every word she had said.

And according to Clarissa Paula and Lindsay were close.

Just how close? Close enough for her to have told the older sibling the secret about them?

This had the host on edge.

"Maybe we should try again tomorrow." He suggested leaning against crossed arms on the bar table, "Beth is kinda outta it dude."

They had left the young teen in the back of the rental car snoozing away.

At this Evan stopped his girl gazing and turned to his younger cousin, "Yeah…you know I've been meaning to ask you about that. I've been waiting till we were away from the little geek but…don't you find it strange that a seventeen year old has been out all day with no phone call from her folks? Or anyone for that matter?"

Chris opened his mouth to answer then thought harder on the question. Evan continued, "She's gotta be taken in by somebody. Someone should be looking for her. And what are we supposed to tell them? Two grown men taking a teenager on a spontaneous vacation out of town?"

Chris sat thinking this piece of information over before looking to his cousin with an unsettled grin, "Yeaaahhh…didn't really think that one through."

Evan huffed, "Great just what we need…more trouble. Yeah, let's throw in a kidnapping charge while we're on this crazy expedition."

"Chill out. We didn't kidnap her…if anything this whole thing is her fault alone. She's the one blackmailing me! If anyone should get in trouble it should be her!"

With a dull glare Evan asked, "You really think anyone's gonna take your side over hers?"

Chris glowered lowering his glare to the ground.

"Hey you two!"

Both men instantly turned to find a very fit bartender glaring at them, "You've been here for about an hour now. Buy something or head out."

Chris started, "Chill out man we're waiting on-"

"I'll have gin tonic." Evan intercepted.

The bartender nodded and moved off to make the drink.

Chris looked to his cousin irritably, "Look if you're gonna be the one talking to Paula I think you should do it lucid."

"Shut up. It's a party look around you!"

He indicated all the loud happy intoxicated college students around them.

"We need to blend in!" And with that Evan called to the bartender, "Hey man! Make that two gin toxics!"

The bartender called back, "You got it!"

Chris frowned but didn't deny the drink once it was served.

As a matter of fact he had another once he was done with the first.

Evan was now talking to two very pretty juniors telling them one lie or another that they happily took in.

Chris simply sat staring at his half finished drink, already planning the next one.

He stared deeply into his drink wondering over past events that had taken place today.

Wondering over past moments that had taken place with her.

But his thoughts kept getting interrupted by the loud music and chatter of the crowded bar.

Especially the large group that had walked in not too long ago and hung out just on the other side of the bar.

They were a rather loud and obnoxious bunch but they also seemed quite popular for when they had walked in the whole bar had cheered!

Chris took in a deep breath before taking in another drink.

No he probably would not have another drink.

Because he suddenly wanted to be alone. He would find no peace of mind here.

Quickly taking another drink he looked to his watch which now read Twelve Thirty-two.

As he did this he took no notice of the hooded female that stormed into the bar quickly followed by a small group of boys.

She stopped surveyed her surroundings then took off toward the large gang of obnoxious boys.

"You!" She cried out angrily waving a small stake of papers in her hand, "You think this is fucking funny!"

The group of boys parted and a handsome man (save for the black eye) with dark wavy hair turned to her, "What the-! Pau-!"

But his sentence was suddenly cut off as the female then sent a quick right hook to the boys jaw!

Suddenly a chorus of "Oooohhhh's!" broke out followed up by angry yelling as the female then tackled the boy to the ground bringing him and some of his boys down as well! At once the gang flew down upon the girl trying to pry her away but the girl fiercely fought back at whoever came upon her! One boy retaliated punching her hard in her side forcing her to double over that was when the boys that she had came in with attacked as well. And suddenly it was an all out fight!

The noise had escalated tenfold and by then Chris had had enough.

Slamming his empty glass down Chris scowled, "Evan man let's get out of here!"

Evan grinned, "Holy shit! Check that out!"

Some of the bar-goers quickly left the scene while others cheered on the brawl with excitement!

The bar-tenders tried to break up the bunch and the man that had served Chris and Evan cried out, "HEY YOU LOT GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!"

From the fight angry yells could be heard,

"Get the fuck off me!"

"Don't you touch her!"

"Crazy psycho bitch!"

"I'll fucking kill you!"

"Where is she! Just tell everyone where she is!"

"You've gone too far! Too fucking far man!"

"You did it! Everyone knows you did it!"

"I didn't kill her! I didn't kill Lindsay!"

At this Chris's attention was instantly caught.

"You've been asking for this a long time!"

"If I ever see your face again you're dead!"

"Let go of me!"

"Fucking dick!"

"OUT OF MY BAR NOW!" The bartender cried out again over the yelling!

But the fight only became more out of hand those in the brawl were now fighting off the bartenders everyone in the altercation thinking they were fighting for the other side.

Chris made to move closer to the growing escapade and noticed some of the boys fighting wore sorority t-shirts or hoodies.

Delta Upsilon.

Chris remembered that piece of info Evan had shared with him.

Then a girl cried out in fearful tears, "Paula stop! You're going to get hurt!"

Chris moved to the growing fight quicker now!

Somewhere in the background Evan called out, "Hey Chris what are you doing!"

But the sudden need to get to her overwhelmed him! He had to get to her! He had to speak with her! And he couldn't very well do that if she were a bloody pulp now could he?

He had to get Lindsay's sister out of there!

The angry yelling and cussing continued as Chris began to shove and force his way through the tight crowd that had formed around the brawl.

And he finally made it through! Just in time to find fists everywhere a pile of bodies upon the other still throwing punches angrily and those few trying to break them up bartenders and some bar-goers!

And just in time to watch a bartender pull a boy from the tumble the boy had a bottle in his hand and he flung it back! Supposedly it would have been to hit the bartender but either it slipped from his grasp to quickly or he was a terrible shot because instead it went sailing through the air over the many onlooker's heads only to land with a crash!

Right on Chris's head!

Then there was nothing.

Then there were voices.

"I don't know…I've never seen this guy before."

"Must have taken a nasty blow."

"What's he got sunglasses on for? It's night out."

Then a quick familiar voice, "Ah! No! No! Leave those on their ah…prescribed…"

"Who are you? A friend of his?"

"Yeah uh…I guess he had a little too much to drink. Thought he could take on the world or something."

Then a girl's voice "Is he dead?"

Her voice.

Chris's heart speed up.

He gave a light groan and he felt himself being propped up a little.

There were sighs and light commentaries of relief.

"Don't leave me, Chip! Please don't leave! Stay with me, Chip, stay with me!"

And when he opened his eyes the pain unfolded ten times due to the brightness of the sun.

Oh wait…that wasn't the sun they were just very bright florescent lights.

And then…there was blue.

The perfect kind of blue.

He must have been more messed up than he had thought but that's all that he could see was clear beautiful blue.

He blinked once, then twice and everything began to come into focus.

Lindsay was hovering over him, her eyes were wide….but they weren't wet with tears no they were simply…curious.

But it was still her!

With that in mind he reached his hand out and gripped her wrist.

He had done it! He had finally found her!

Softly and still highly in a daze he spoke,

"Lindsay…"

He waited for those beautiful blue eyes to soften and he anticipated that smile.

Instead he got the opposite.

Those perfect blue eyes hardened into something dark and uninviting and that smile was thinned out into a deep frown.

"Sorry," She spoke lowly, "Wrong sister."

~TBC~

By the by Delta Upsilon is a real life sorority whose name I'm borrowing for my story...in case anybodys wondering...anyone from that sorority who may be upset with me using it for my story. Hey you never know its a small world out there!=D

Anywho see you next chap...I'm not even gonna try and give you a date for that!