Ian's Point of View

"What?" Benson, Connors, and I cried simultaneously.

Without looking up, Anthony said in a flat tone, "The guy on the tape said they need someone Latino. Although I'm not, I'm certainly mistaken for being Mexican all the time."

"But weren't you listening?" I asked. "Detective Connors said they knew pretty much everything about Hannah, as creepy as that sounds. If the guys there knew you car, I'm pretty sure they know who you are!"

"But think about it, Ian! We've done plenty of characters on Smosh. I've looked exactly like Ganondorf, for God's sake! It won't be that hard for me to look little different."

I paused. Yeah, that's true. But there's no way he can go through with this! "But," I began, but then turned to the two detectives. "There's no way you can let him do this! Don't you have someone else that can do it?"

"Well, I guess we could get~" Benson started, but was interrupted by Anthony.

"You need someone out there that can locate Hannah. That's why we're doing this right? Who else can you get that can look Latino, and can identify her in a heartbeat? Who?"

Both detectives were lost for words. "Well," Detective Connors began. "I guess you do have a point."

"But we can't let you do this," Benson finished. "A client can do this. It's against the code rules."

"Please," Anthony begged. "Let me. This one time we can bend the rules. If you let me go after her, it will be the best chance we have to bringing her home. Please."

Finally, Detective Benson let up. "Alright," she sighed. "But only if you swear on your life to follow every single one of our instructions. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Anthony replied, standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow morning for further instructions."

We all shook hands and Anthony and I left. I was speechless. This whole situation was so unreal. How could all of this happen? I thought. First, I lose Hannah. Now Anthony's going out to a 'sex warehouse' just because the police gave us some iffy lead?

No, I decided. I'm not letting him do this to himself. It's time I put my foot down. When we got to the car, Anthony climbed in. I, however, stood beside the door. He looked up at me with a confused glance, and called through the closed door for me to get in. I said nothing, and eventually Anthony rolled his eyes, muttered something like, "I REALLY don't need this now," and scrambled out of the Honda Civic.

"Ian," Anthony sighed. "What is it? Can't you tell me on the way?"

"No," I told him, flatly. "It can't."

"And why is that?" Anthony's tone became frustrated.

"Because if we left, now you wouldn't be able to walk back into the precinct and tell Detectives Benson and Connors you are not going on this god-forbidden trip."

This caught Anthony off guard. "Wait, what?"

I started straight into his eyes with a serious and hard expression. "I am not letting you do this."

Anthony let out a grunt of repeating frustration. "Like I said. What?"

"I'm not letting you go to that ….. prostitution place or whatever. It's suicide."

"What are you talking about, Ian? It's not! And besides, I could bring Hannah ho~"

I cut him off in mid-sentence. "There's no actual proof Hannah's even there!" I yelled.

"But isn't it worth the shot?" Anthony cried back, making his way around the back of the car. "Don't you want her back?" He asked quieter, for he was right in front of me now.

My face reddened with anger. "How dare you." I whispered furiously. "How dare you say that about me."

"Well, do you?" Anthony shouted, not fazed.

"Of course I do, you dick!" I screamed in his face. "She's my sister!"

"And you're a brother to me, Ian! That makes her a sister to me. Wouldn't you go through all of this to help her? Even if there was a chance she's not there?"

I was slightly taken off. "Well, yeah. I would, you know that. But~"

Anthony apparently had enough of my crap. He exploded. "But what Ian! Why is this such a problem to you? Do you not trust me?"

I cowered down. "No, I~"

"Do I seem like I can't accomplish this?"

"No, An~"

"Am too stupid that I couldn't figure out what to do when there?" He bellowed.

"No!" I cried back.

"THEN WHAT IS IT, IAN?" Anthony screamed at the top of his lungs.

I fisted the car out of anger so hard, I made the whole car sway and my hand fell numb. I then grabbed both of Anthony's shoulders and bellowed. "BECAUSE I CAN'T LOOSE YOU TOO, ANTHONY!"

Everything went silent. After a second, I pulled away and let go of his arms. Anthony's face changed from anger to guilt. He looked down. I did as well and continued. "Anthony, you and Hannah are all I have left. And now that she's gone~" I accidentally let a tear fall, but quickly swiped it away. "~I can't bear to lose you, too."

Anthony looked back up. "I know, Ian. I know."

"Then why are you letting yourself do something so stupid? It's…its suicidal!"

"It may as well be." Anthony sighed as he took my shoulders. "Ian, I know it's dangerous. And I know if Hannah's not there, there may not be away out. But I've taken these into consideration, honest I have. What stands out more in my mind than fear is the chance we might be able to bring Hannah home."

I was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. Finally, I accepted what Anthony had said. I hugged him and said, "Alright. Alright, Anthony. Just promise me something."

Anthony pulled away and asked what it was he needed to promise.

"Promise me that you will be extremely careful." I couldn't help but smile and finish, "And to give Hannah a hug when you see her."

Anthony chuckled. "Cross my heart, Ian. Cross my heart." He then walked back over to the driver's seat and climbed in, just like last time. This time, however, I got in the car as well. We rode back to our modest Californian suburban home in silence. It made sense though, I thought. Right now, nothing else needed to be said.