OKAY REALLY SHORT I KNOW. There's a few reasons. One this chapter is in first person. I have never done that, so please let me know if I should continue it. And secondly, I want to make the next part BIG! So yeah. OH and I got y'all a quicker update. hehehehe.

This is for you babe. You said you wanted to know what was coming, so here you go.

DISCAIMER: SAME AS CHAPTER ONE

~Enjoy~

"Thank you for flying with us on American Airlines Flight 9204. The current temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit, 25 degrees Celsius. Cloudy with a chance of rain, low humidity. You can gather your luggage at gate 3, and again, American Airlines Flight 9204 would like to thank you for choosing AA, we hope you enjoyed your flight, have a great day," A overly cheery male said over the speaker.

I moved through a crowd of people with just my backpack, no need to stop at the gate, I had nothing I need to gather. I searched the sea of faces as I passed security for someone remotely familiar. 'Come on, you knew when I was landing, where the fuck are you?' I thought as I leaned against the pillar I always leaned against in this particular airport.

"Sidle, get your ass over here and give a guy a hug," I heard as I knew a smile spread across my face. I turned to see my brother, well he's not really my brother, but he was the only kid that got shuffled from foster care homes with me along with his sister.

"Hey Adam! I've missed you, but what's with the emergency text. What's wrong? Where's Tess?" I rambled not breathing, not letting him get a word in edge wise.

"Sar, honey calm down," He said taking my book-bag from me. "Still a light packer I see," I heard as I followed him out the airport. "I'll tell you in the car, but how was ur flight?"

"Meh, it was like any flight, sit down, take off, ears pop, get soda, prepare for landing, ears pop. You know," I said in a no big deal tone as I climbed into his SUV.

"That much fun huh?" He asked me.

"Well, when you're trying to figure out how your brother got your work cell, and asking you to come home ASAP, I had other things on my mind, then enjoying a flight," I said looking at Adam. His eyes were piercing. They were the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. They certainly gave Cath's eyes a run for money. And his hair, shaggy and curly, a classic surfer, light brown, natural highlights from the sun. He was a catch for any girl. And boy did he ask me out in college. And I kept rejecting him; that's when he really knew, besides the fact he walked in on me making Tess come. I blushed at the thought. "Where is Tess," I asked as I watched the mans demeanor change.

"Uhm, that's why I asked you to come here," I heard as I watched him focus on the road ahead of him. I felt my gut twist.

"What Adam," I mustered. I could see tears forming in his eyes. I saw him pull down the street he's lived on since he was 18.

"She was shot by some local gang on her way to work. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time," Adam choked. I watched silent tears slide down his face. I had only seen him cry once, and he was my best friend before moving to Vegas.

"How is she? Is she going to be alright?" I choked. I could feel a knot building in my throat. I looked at him, no I stared at him as he pulled in the driveway. He turned towards me and took my hands.

"You still have bony strong hands," He managed a smile. I smiled at him and waited. "She is not doing well. Right now she is in a coma, the doctors aren't sure if she'll be able to come around. She lost a lot of blood," He said very calmly, but I could still see the fear in his eyes.

"Where was she shot," I asked equally calm.

"Right below her superclavical, her ethmoid bone, her hyoid bone, and her xiphoid process," He trailed off quickly.

"Okay Adam, we're not all doctors, I don't want to think, where was she shot?" I asked again.

"Right, just below her shoulder, her head, her throat, and her sternum," He rattled off just as quickly.

"And she's still alive?" I asked in shock.

"Barely," He whispered.

Meanwhile back in Vegas...

"Nicky, where is she?" I asked. "It's not like her not to answer," I panicked. I watched the Texan sit in the chair looking at the floor thinking.

"I don't know Cath," He replied in a hint of frustration.

"I'm sorry I've been riding you all night, but in case you didn't know, my girlfriend has been missing for the past six hours, and I'm a little concerned," I snapped at him.

"Maybe, if you weren't making out with that slut, she'd answer the god damn phone!" Nick spat back. His words shocked me. I had never heard him use that kind of language. I watched him crack his knuckle repetitively. "Look, Cath, I'm sorry, I'm just worried, and she was telling me about Sophie prior to her leaving, and she really doesn't like her. I'm a little confused as to why you still hung out with her. It gave her the wrong message," He said sincere.

"I know, I was goin to break it off, I mean the friendship, and today she just came on, and my mind, I don't know, I don't have a very good excuse," I said as sincere as possible.

"She's crazy about you Cath, I've known her for a long time, and she needs this. There is only two other people in the world that she would drop anything for..." He trailed. "Drop anything, BINGO. Cath, I'm going to the lab, I think I know where she is, but I want to trace her phone. Don't worry, if she's there everything is okay, I promise," He said excited.

"Where, I want to come," I asked quickly.

"No, Cath, stay here with Lindsey, in case I'm wrong, everything will be okay. I'll call you as soon as I know anything," Nick said very quick as her ran out the door.

Nick arrived at the lab and punched in her cell phone number and looked in one particular spot on the map. "Gotcha," He smiled as he grabbed his coat and left.

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