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"Spencer!"

Derek stared at Aaron as the realisation sunk in. They reflected each other's horror like mirror, their faces falling as both of their minds went to their nephew. With it came the though of the very worst and Aaron's hand started to tremble with ideas of the young man's demise.

Morgan lifted his hand to his forehead, pressing his palm to his skull as if to push out the bad thoughts.

"How longs he been gone?" he asked, his wide eyes scanning the corridor and then dropping back on Aaron. Morgan looked back at Rossi's door as Aaron fumbled to find the time.

Aaron shoved his sleeve down and looked at his watch. "About forty minutes," he said, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. "He hasn't been there for long."

Too long, his mind helpfully supplied. Not too long but long enough. Aaron grit his teeth, shutting the negativity from his mind.

"I'll call him," Morgan said and he reached quickly into his pocket.

Aaron nodded quickly. He watched Morgan with eager eyes as he found his phone. "If scratch is behind this... all of this," Aaron said, motioning to Rossi's room and the whole situation that led to him there. "Scratch has been trying to separate them. Rossi is out of the way. Scratch would have done worse if he was the target..."

Aaron paused, wetting him lips. His mouth had become suddenly very dry. "It must be Spencer he wants," he said quietly.

Morgan who had been fumbling with his phone, looking for Spencer's number, nodded, his face flushing a shade paler.

"You remember when he-"

Morgan nodded as he pressed his phone to his ear.

"Rossi took him to Turkey for two weeks then," he said. "That really shook him."

Aaron nodded and watched Morgan anxiously as the phone rang.

Morgan pressed his back into the wall as the phone rang and rang and rang-

'Hi, this-'

"Spencer!"

'I can't come to the ph-'

"Damn it!" Morgan ripped the phone from his ear and dialled again. Aaron watched as the phone rang and the same automated answerphone message played. He pressed his hand to his mouth, feeling a sickness rise to his throat. Morgan was about to try again when Aaron grabbed his arm to stop him. He shook his head slowly.

"What now?" Morgan asked. His hands had begun to shake.

"We need to tell Rossi," Aaron said and he saw Morgan open his mouth to argue. "Two minutes. He might know something."

"I'll get the car ready then," Morgan said and he sprinted in the opposite direction. "Meet me at the doors in two minutes!" he yelled before ducking around a corner. Aaron took a deep breath and while still holding it in, he pushed open Rossi's door.

"Dave, lie down!"

Dave pushed Aaron off him, continuing his stubborn shimmy to the edge of the bed.

"He's not picking up?" he asked as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"No, but for god sake, get back into bed!"

Rossi paused in trying to get off the bed and he scowled at Aaron. "What if it was Jack?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow, the other laying angry and low over his eye. Aaron's eyes fell to the floor.

Rossi pushed himself off the bed, grabbing onto the moving hospital tray table so as not to fall. The table nearly gave out from under him with its rolling wheels but Rossi held on, planting his feet to the ground and stopping the motion. He looked back at Aaron once he'd gained his balance. "What if it was your little boy? You and I both know they're all we have. Now are you going to help me get out of here or am I going to have to do it myself?"

They both looked at each other for a tense few seconds. Aaron glanced at the door and let out a defeated sigh. "Come on then, we have to be quick."

Aaron moved forward, offering his arm to Rossi but the older man batted his hand away and pointed to a folded chair in the corner.

"Just get that wheelchair. We can't waste any time."

Although surprised, Aaron quickly did what was asked of him, helping Rossi into the chair and ignoring the slight gap in Rossi's hospital gown. The very fact that Rossi was willing to ride down the hallway in a wheelchair and gown showed that nothing but Spencer mattered right then.

As promised, Morgan was waiting at the entrance for them in an SUV. He was yelling at a woman in purple scrubs stood at the entrance pointing at the road ahead. She was yelling back at Morgan, insisting he moved.

"I will! Jesus, lady! My badge is right here!"

"You can't park there!"

Aaron moved in front of the woman, flipping open his badge in front of her face. Rossi took his own initiative and hauled himself out of the chair.

"We have an emergency," Aaron said as the lady openly gaped at his badge.

"B-but-"

"We'll be gone now," Aaron said, turning to help Rossi into the vehicle. The woman didn't stop. She walked towards them, reaching to grab the door. Aaron moved in the way as he helped Rossi, pushing the nurse back.

"Has he been discharged? He's still in a gown."

Aaron rolled his eyes, ignoring the persistent woman with wandering hands which pushed at his sides to get the door.

Aaron gif Rossi inside and slammed the door, moving quickly from the nurse who followed him.

"Sir! You can't take him!"

Morgan patted the roof of his car and motioned for Aaron to climb in. "We'll bring him back," Morgan said to the nurse whose face had started to emulate a similar purple to her scrubs. She turned her head and glared at Derek.

Derek reached down and managed to grab his own badge which he flashed to the lady along with a typical Morgan grin. "Official business," he added as the woman started to argue loudly.

"-can't take him! This is totally against hospital rules! I-"

Morgan ducked his head back through the window and he looked back at Rossi who had his fingers trembling with the seatbelt. He looked up at Aaron and his smile slipped.

"Let's find our boy."

Spencer got to his dad's house and found only his car left in the driveway. He parked and, after a quick glance at the windows he turned the car off.

Spencer licked his lips anxiously as he slid from his seat and made his way slowly to his car. He took a peek through the window to make sure nothing had been stolen. Satisfied it was how he had left it inside, Spencer stepped back, looking down quickly at his tyres. He relaxed a little when he saw his car had been untouched.

He flicked his dads house keys into his palm and began walking toward the porch. He looked around as he made his way to the door. He didn't want Charity sneaking up on him.

He paused at the door, looking through the stain glass panel to try and check nobody was inside. Spencer pulled his keys out and slowly inserted the right one into the keyhole. The door opened and Spencer looked inside. Dotty didn't come to greet him as she usually did. Jack and his girlfriend had taken her in since they already had a dog of their own to keep her company.

Spencer sucked in a breath and walked inside his father's quiet house, shutting the door behind him as he moved past the threshold. The house felt different. It wasn't just the quiet. Spencer felt the past few weeks weigh down on him and the house and the near break in his and his father's relationship. Charity's pictures were still up which made the house painfully wrong for Spencer.

He stepped into the front room, and past the spot he had found his dad. He'd need to clean up. The place was a mess. Spencer paused at a side table where a photo of him had been replaced with a modelling photo of Brandy. Spencer picked up the spotty frame and turned it over, placing it back on the table face down. It made him smile to no longer see that face tainting their house.

Spencer was about to turn to go down to his father's bedroom and get his things when he noticed three purple bags on the couch. He recognised the patterning on them to be some kind of Gucci design and his mind went instantly to Charity.

Spencer's breath caught in his throat. He moved to the nearest one and saw Charity's phone sticking out.

She was close. Spencer knew that she wouldn't leave her phone anywhere unless it was within reach. Which meant she was inside the house. Most likely going through any of Dave's valuables, trying to salvage any loot from their fake relationship.

Spencer's hand dropped to his waistband but he remembered most of his things were still in his apartment, including his wallet, badge, and gun. He'd have to use some of the training Morgan had taught him to take Charity down. Spencer took another deep breath, preparing himself for Charity's talon-like nails and feisty tongue when a creaking floorboard alerted him to a presence behind him.

"Spencey?"

Spencer sighed loudly and turned, making the action slow and deliberate, he wanted to prolong not seeing Charity. Why do they all call me Spencey? he thought.

He turned fully to face Charity, only it wasn't Charity at all. A weedy looking man in dark clothes, wearing an unnervingly wide smile looked back at him.

Spencer frowned. "Who are you?"

The man lifted a small pipe and he continued to smile at Spencer who stepped back.

"Don't you remember me, Spencey? We never really got the chance to meet." The man lifted the pipe and blew hard into it. Spencer felt something pinch his neck and he jerked back.

The man grinned as Spencer stumbled, suddenly unable to hold his own weight on two feet.

"Oh, it has been such a long time."

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