I was kind of pissed I didn't get a good-bye but I must have been on the phone still, he was running a bit late. So I shot him a text and climbed in the shower.

The day was flying by, only a handful of clients today so I assure Rachel it was okay to go home to Rose and the baby. I tried to reach Riley at lunch time but it went to voice mail, but that is normal, the ankle biters can keep him busy he has told me.

I am riding a high from the weekend and nothing can bring that down. It is gonna suck when I have to leave next week, I hope he will understand. I will just have to treat him extra special tonight and make sure he does.

It's strange when I think about leaving there is no panic this time. It is just what I have to do and I know what I feel for Riley will be there no matter what.

Closing up shop I take the stairs two at a time. I wanted to get home first but a twit with fake everything kept me forever, she wanted something slutty she will regret years down the road, and she insisted I draw it up for her as she leaned across the counter shoving her titts in my face. In the end I gave her and appointment card and a firm no thanks I'm gay.

She took the card and pouted her way out the door, she may have mumbled something like "we'll see". What ever though, better then her have tried to convince me. Nope what I want is up stairs, lean muscled, ivory skin, tight assed and gorgeous as sin.

It is all quiet when I reach the top, looking back I notice his car isn't in the lot. Whipping open the door, I see Riley's door closed, no noise behind it. I knock, nothing, try the knob but it doesn't give. I try his cell, voice mail, not even a ring.

Panic sets in, did something happen, was he hurt, working over time? No his door was left open when I left, I know I am the one that left it open. Pacing the hall I try his phone no less the a few dozen more times.

I don't get it, why? We had an amazing weekend, we had a great morning... "Shit, fuck, damn it to fucking hell" Ok punching the wall, dumb idea. Shking it out I make sure I did no damage.

Checking my watch I see that the bar is open, kicking his door I grab my keys and march across the street. Jasper has to have answers. Right?

"Sorry man I have no idea, he was like a zombie when he came to work this morning. Said he needed to take a couple weeks off and then he was gone." leaning across the bar in his creepy know all way he stares me down. "But I bet you know why he left."

Peeling my fingers from my hair I stand behind my stool gripping the back. "I think it was because he heard a phone call I had this morning. But it was not what he was thinking and... Fuck! Where would he go?"

"Wish I could tell ya man, but I honestly have no idea. And until he is done with the radio silence thing no one will know."

Great that is the last thing I wanted to hear.

A/N: Ok no throwing things at me... yes I am leaving it there for now, there will be more later and I am sorry to say it will get worse before it gets better. But on a lighter note, I wrote a os that took first place in the SWW pick a pic prompt contest and you can get to the link through my profile. Warning though it does contain spoilers to this story.