A/N…so I'm breaking my usual trend and writing my notes at the top of this one (which doesn't sit too well with my ocd, but I'll get over it, hopefully). Sorry for the delay in uploading, been crazy busy and so completely knackered in the evenings I kept meaning to upload this but couldn't find the energy or time to sit and do it! These next couple aren't long (wrote them before I first published this story on here and can't seem to manage to add to them now) but I will get more uploaded soon, promise! Thanks for all the lovely reviews for the last one…
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chapter thirty-three
Harry and Leo happened to enter the Lyell Centre together the next morning, both having been held up by a traffic collision on the way to work, one that luckily didn't seem to have provided them with any dead bodies so far.
"Have you heard from Nikki this morning?" Leo asked as they entered to find the desk areas still empty. Nikki lived in the opposite direction so shouldn't have had any problems getting to work. Harry shook his head as he dropped his bag beside his desk, eyes quickly drawn to the deep blue envelope sitting in front of his keyboard.
"Leo." There was a hint of desperation in his tone. Leo turned back from his office, walking across the room towards Harry.
"What's wrong?" He couldn't help but notice how the colour seemed to have drained from his younger colleague's face. Harry held up the envelope, which contained the words 'Harry & Leo' written in neat but artistic feminine writing. It was Nikki's writing, they both knew it well. "Well open it then." Leo couldn't avoid the sense of dread that filled him at seeing the envelope, but tried to dismiss it as paranoia.
Harry looked just as nervous as he opened the envelope, pulled out the pages inside, and began to read. He didn't say anything for a while whilst he read and absorbed the letter.
"She's gone." When he finally did speak his statement was simple, yet his tone of voice said a lot more.
"What?" Although Leo sounded shocked and confused, a part of him already knew what he was about to discover. He found himself longing not to be proven correct.
"She's gone." Harry seemed to be struggling with the concept already, therefore unable to relay any more information. Instead, he handed the letter to Leo and let his shoulders slump. He felt himself leaning on a desk and was grateful that it was there as a support. Physical support. If only his emotional support hadn't just ran away. After a deep breath, Harry finally managed to get other words out. "It says we shouldn't try to find her."
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