Here is the newest chapter! Oh boy, sorry it is a little short, I kinda didn't know where I wanted to go with Mike's.

"So you're the hard-ass my grandson talks about." –Edith Ross

Harvey angry is scary, so is Harvey determined to win a case. But Harvey worried was plain frightening. Watching him pace his office with a speed that almost made me think he was on the fast track to a stroke, was almost making me dizzy. I knew nothing I was going to say or do was going to ease the man. Harvey didn't even calm down when Don, his police station connection, walked into his office. He was nowhere close to calming down when they started investigating—going through Charlie's phone records was first.

It was then that Donna and I began to worry ourselves. Don's team and connections found a few rather depressed draft texts to me, a couple calls to her mom's old phone, and calls and texts from Donna. Some calls and texts were from Harvey. The most recent call was from someone in or from her hometown. Other than that, the trail was cold. Part of me wanted to volunteer and text Charlie to see if she would even text back. As much as I love her and wanted to know she was safe and alive, I didn't want to be killed by Harvey while he was nearing a heart attack from worrying.

"Why didn't see send those texts to Mike?" Donna asked Don.

Without thinking, I blurted, "Because she probably was worried I'd get fired." I looked to see Don giving me a questioning look. "Long story, Don."

Don nodded to me before turning and giving Donna some sort of answer. He started talking to Harvey before too long, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew they were talking about possible locations Charlie could be other than her hometown, Donna's apartment, or my apartment. It left me just as clueless as Harvey or Donna. I knew Charlie didn't have friends in her New York City school that Harvey put her in. Not knowing where Charlie went left a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Charlie would have told me if she was leaving town permanently regardless of what Harvey said to us a month ago.

Donna placed a hand on my shoulder, dragging me from my thoughts of worry of where Charlie was and what she was doing there. I looked to Donna, showing just as much in my eyes as she was. She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I can tell you're worried, Mike. Harvey can tell somewhat, but he's busy with feeling emotion right now," she said trying to make some sort of light of the subject. She then added with less confidence, "We will find her. I just hope she hasn't done anything stupid."

"Me too, Donna," I said with a nod. Charlie hadn't been herself and it was what was going on in her head that freaked me out.

Harvey stepped from Don, turning around so he headed toward where Donna and I were standing. He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair and sighed heavily. "God, I need a fucking drink."

I blinked when he said that. It wasn't like he didn't swear, but he only swore when he was pissed off or stressed. However, when Harvey said that, the words just didn't seem real and didn't seem to fit Harvey. Maybe it was the exhausted, desperate, worried tone he said it in.

"We all do," Donna said. "Does Don have any ideas?"

Harvey shook his head. "He's looking into a few theories. He said he'd call with anything, day or night." Harvey darted his eyes toward me. For an instant, I swallowed hard and my stomach flipped with anxiousness. "I want you to call her, text her, send a fucking homing dove, I don't care. She'd answer to you before and she'd do it again. I'm not saying you can talk to her after this whole thing is done, but I want my God damn daughter found."

Instantaneously, my heart soared and my blood turned icy at the thought of speaking and perhaps seeing Charlie again, but after, it goes back to the way it was after we broke-up. I am not allowed to talk to her and she isn't allowed to talk to me. Instead of arguing that it was because of the lack of contact that she's done this, I merely nodded to him.

"I'll let you know when I get a hold of her." That was all I could say to him.

While I was anxious and exited to hear Charlie's voice or to see her name pop up on my phone screen, I was worried about how I would find her. I knew things weren't going well but that thought worried me. All I wanted was for her to be safe and alive. I wanted to hold her close to me no matter how short the time was. I wanted to feel her hair between my fingers and her body against mine. Even with a photographic memory, I craved to embed the memory of the feel of Charlie.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to focus for the rest of the day on work, I left the firm needed a drink and some food. I needed to do something that didn't require all my focus and attention. Along my way to the elevator, I noticed Harvey had left his office in place of Jessica's. Harvey and Jessica were talking on her couch about, what I was sure was, Charlie. I knew it had to have been about Charlie because it was all Harvey could concentrate and focus on since he found out Charlie left her therapist appointment five minutes into the session and took off.

As soon as the elevator doors closed me into the elevator, I took out my phone and called Charlie. My stomach flipped and my heart dropped when it went straight to voicemail. I sighed, trying to calm my raw nerves. I pushed the lump of worry in my throat down.

"Hey, this is Charlie. Leave me a message!" I smiled when I heard her voice from a distance then say, "Shit, how do I…oh…"

I forced the lump down again, feeling tears pool against my eyes. My voice sounded hoarser than I thought as I spoke. "Charlie, sweetheart, it's Mike. Give me a call when you get this. Please? I miss you."