"Age?"

"13, sir."

"What does he look like? You got a picture?"

June mentally groaned at the officer's- Chad, as his nametag read- question. Of course, the only picture she had of him was from their last fishing trip. That had been taken months ago, and he had changed a lot since then. Now, she would have to give more details.

That took time.

And right now, time was something that they didn't have.

She opened the said picture on her phone before sliding it across the kitchen table. "I don't have a recent picture of him, but this was not too long ago. He's grown a few inches, but that's as close as it gets."

Chad took a good look at it, taking notes of any major attribute that would help in this case. Red boots, average height -at least, at the time of which this photo was taken-, brown eyes, and a gap in his teeth. Underneath the vest, leading him to assume that they went fishing, he could see hints of red and yellow.

"We should be able to make do with this, mam," the gentleman nodded with a small smile, sliding the phone back to her. "Don't worry. It might take us all night, it might take us days, weeks even. But we will find your boy and we'll bring him back, safe and sound. That's a promise."

Words that were meant turned into words of bother for June. She didn't want to wait all night. She didn't want to wait for days or weeks. She wanted her son back now.

"Thank you, officer," she sucked it up, knowing that complaining wouldn't help them find him any faster. With a wavery smile, she rested her arms on the table. "That's all I could ever ask for."

Was it? She had requests, a bunch of them. Her main one was for them to stop standing around and look for Ollie.

Chad stood up, giving his fellow officers stern, dead-serious looks, letting them know that this wasn't a situation that they should take lightly. "Alright, everyone. We have a thirteen-year-old boy somewhere out there in the world, probably scared out of his mind. His family is petrified. We're going to search, 24/7, and no matter how hard it may be or how tired we may become, we are not going to stop until we find this child. Is that clear?"

A group of brusque yesses followed the speech, the other two officers standing up in sync. There was Brad, a black-haired, olive skin man who looked no more than in his early twenties. To June, he looked more like a businessman rather than a police officer. HIs white, tucked-in polo and skin-tight kakis certainly gave him the stereotypical vibes to such a person. Still, looking past his rigid expression, she could look in his eyes and tell that he genuinely wanted to help find this boy.

To his left stood an officer named Amy, who was a few feet shorter than her fellow peers. Her dark brown locks were tied into an unkempt bun, with tow curly strands cascading down the sides of her face. She had a crap ton of mascara on, which clashed against her professional looks. She was wearing a full-on floral patterned shirt and skirt; dress codes obviously weren't enforced very often at the station, huh?

They gathered everything that they would need; flashlights, megaphones, notepads full of details and descriptions, and a first aid kit. Nobody wanted to think of the possibility that Ollie could be hurt, but it was just to be on the safe side.

And then, they headed out, one after the other.

Pyper watched them file into their cars from the window, activating their sirens before speeding down the highway.

"And they're off," she spoke to CW. "About time. They spent about half an hour talking to Mom."

"They gotta know what Oll looks like before they can find him, Pype," Wowski pointed out reasonably at her evident anger and impatience. "I'm no expert on this Earthy police stuff, but I don't think they could just eyeball an investigation."

"That's what pictures are for," she betokened, pointing at a photo of the siblings on her wall. "Those officers could've just looked at the photo and left. But no, they just had to stand there and talk some more, asking questions that nobody knows the answers to! 'When's the last time you've seen him? Are there any places that he goes to frequently? Does he have a secret hideout?' Why would we know?!"

Pyper paced around her brother's from as she vented her frustrations to CW, who watched with mild interest. It became harder to understand her as she spoke faster and faster, her words becoming all jumbled together.

"They wasted time, those entire thirty minutes, they could've been out there trying to find him, maybe they would've found him! I guess we'll never know now, all because they decided to have a freaking conversation instead of doing what they were actually sent here to do!"

"Pyper, I know you're a little freaked out right now, but you gotta stay calm-"

"Don't you dare tell me to stay calm!" Pyper snapped with a turn of her heel, startling the cat so badly that he fell off the windowsill. "It's not your brother who's missing, is it?! Ollie could've been dragged by somebody, he could be hurt, he could be bleeding to death right now, that's why every second matters!"

"But they're looking for him now, Pyper? Don't you see?"

The mentor was trying to be positive. Somebody had to in the midst of all the panic. It was weird, he figured that if anybody, Pyper would be the one with a cool head. And yet, that position had turned over to him, the most eccentric one of the group. It was funny how the tables turned. He tried to find some good case scenarios. Maybe Ollie just went for a long walk? He could be at the playground, knowing his childish nature.

Pyper was making it hard for him to stay happy. Her anger, her fear, her sadness, it only added on to the tensed events. Hearing Pyper list all of those horrible things and realizing that they could be true, it was starting to bring him down as well.

"What if they're too late?! What if he's..."

She stopped herself. She wouldn't dare speak, or even think like that. She wouldn't dare jinx Ollie. Even with her abrupt pause, the message was still there. Wowski became grim at the thought.

He was speechless. Really, what could he say after something like that? He sure as hell couldn't tell a joke or telling her to chill. Consoling her was pointless. She was so worked up to the point where she wouldn't listen to anyone, caught up inside of her own world of negativity. He quietly watched her sit on the edge of Ollie's bed, resting her head in her hands.

"I miss him."

Her voice was decrepit, not an inch of joy to be found. It was a claim that she knew wouldn't matter. It wasn't going to change anything. It wouldn't bring him back.

That alone snapped Wowski's heartstrings in half. A young girl who was once having a field day with her brother's supposed misfits, was now sulking, and near tears by the sounds of it. It was hard to believe that all of this happened in the past five hours.

Crazy what a person's absence could do to others.

"I miss him too, Pype, we all do. But you have to trust me, he's going to be okay. They'll find him, okay? Just wait and see." he finished with a weak smile. Pyper gave him an 'I-don't-believe-you' look.

"And... what do we do if they don't?"

"Pyper, come on...d-don't talk like that."

"What if they don't find him, CW? Then what?"

There couldn't be any open spaces. Every single aspect of the situation needed to be covered. They had to plan, even if that didn't seem very probable. She'd rather be safe than sorry. She wasn't going to let this go until they thought of something remotely of a plan.

"Then...then we'll look for him ourselves. Cleo, Bern, you, and me."

That could work. Cleo had a pretty keen eye, and Bernie had the smarts. Getting out of the house would be a bit of a problem, but she could sort it out by tonight. Yes, this was perfect...

Now, she just needed all of the pieces to get it started.

Another Lady chapterrr, sorry for the hold up. I was busy smoking smarties and Pixie stix.And I'm really thinking about posting the original version of part three (The Lady) but I really don't want to trigger any sensitive people with the blood and stuff.Anyway, stay safe, and do smarties. Bye.