It was almost five o'clock when he noticed her. All this time he had wondered how he would know if she would be the right one. All this time he had wondered how she would look like, and now he knew. Now he had seen her. It felt like he had always known this would be her. As if he had lived through it before, it was kind of like a deja-vu. He stopped the car at the side of the road and he got out. As he walked over to his trunk he got the things he needed to do this part of the plan. He was overly calm and was taking in the surroundings. He didn't care that there were people around, they didn't notice him. They were all to busy with their phones. No the reason he looked around was to make sure he would never forget this moment, so he would always be able to go back to this place in his dreams, in his fantasy. He closed the trunk and started to walk while softly whistling. It didn't took him long to reach his goal. He was easily a few heads taller and one step for him, were two steps for her. He looked at his watch and saw it was a couple of minutes before five o'clock. This was working out perfect. He could do this and be home for dinner in half an hour. After that he would have enough time to finish his project at exactly midnight. When he put his hand into his pocket, he pulled out something shiny. He then turned his speed up a bit so that he was getting really close, all the while he whistling. And right at the moment that he heard clock bells ringing 5 times, he was only a meter away and she turned her head around to him. It was as if he was dreaming, right in front of him he saw two amazing brown eyes looking at him. This couldn't be more perfect, because his daughter had the same kind of brown eyes. This was the moment for him, and his hand with the shiny object in it went up really quickly.
Brandon walked along with his mother to the kitchen. She talked to him, but he hardly noticed and heard her. He understood why the detectives wanted to talk to him, and he would tell them everything. He also understood that there would be consequences for his action. Repercussions even. And he deserved them. But it also scared him. However, how scary those thoughts may be, it was nothing compared to the fear he was feeling for Callie.
"Hello Brandon, why don't you have a seat", detective Brody said, while pointing to the chair opposite him.
"I know it is scary. But al we want, is to understand what happend today. The kind of mood Callie was in, if she said anything peculiar or if you saw something out of the ordinary.", he continued.
In the mean time Stef gave her oldest son a kiss.
"I'll be right around the corner if you need me honey", Stef said quietly.
Brandon watched his mother walk away and looked over at the detective. Suddenly he felt very small and lonely.
Brody started talking again.
"Why don't we start at the beginning. You were to drive Callie to therapy, is that correct?"
Brandon nodded.
"Do you always drive Callie to therapy?" Brody asked the teenager.
"Not always, but since I am the only kid with a drivers license, I drive them all around occasionally." Brandon replied.
"Isn't that frustrating? To be a taxi driver to all your younger siblings? If you think of them as siblings off course." Brody continued his questioning.
Brandon's head snapped up. He had been looking at his hands at first. Was the detective thinking he had something to do with this? Other then chasing Callie away? He was sometimes annoyed with his siblings, but he could never hurt them in any way! Although, he did hurt Callie this afternoon, didn't he? By suggesting that they weren't really family. So the detective was not far off with his siblings comment after all. But he did see them as a family, all of them.
"We don't always see eye to eye, me and my siblings. And Callie and I, well, I guess our relationship was a rollercoaster at the beginning" Brandon stumbled. He didn't mean to say it like that and on the word 'relationship', his cheeks flushed.
"I mean", Brandon stumbled once more.
"I mean, it wasn't always easy. But we are good now and happy. Well, we were… I really don't know what happend or what I can say that would help you find her.", Brandon nearly cried. His own guilt was getting the better of him.
"We had an argument and I know she was pissed at me. But definitely not pissed enough to runaway. She has been doing really great lately." Brandon said. And then he explained everything that had happend from the moment they left school, until Callie took off.
"I can tell that you love Callie very much", Brody when Brandon had finished his story.
"And I can tell you want her home safely. However, I also have the feeling that there is still something you are not telling me. Something that is bothering you. Am I right?" Brody looked straight into his eyes.
Brandon looked down again, his cheeks now fully flushed. He knew he would be in trouble, but he had to tell the detective the truth. Even though his mother was going to kill him.
"Uhm, well, I guess", Brandon started.
"When Callie had left, I felt so stupid and wanted to go after her. I just couldn't find her. So I started to drive around and I worked myself up. I was irritated with her that she had left like that and frustrated with myself for being so ignorant. I didn't see it until I bumped into it." Brandon said softly.
"What did you bump into?" Brody asked quietly. Unsure where the teenager was going with this.
"A car.", Brandon replied, almost in a whisper. "A police car".
It was 11:30 pm when detective Brody looked at the clock. He was exhausted, it had been a long shift. They had talked to Brandon for a long time. He decided to leave the hit and run for a later moment. Tomorrow he would check if there was a report of a police car being damaged. He hoped not, because if there was, there would be consequences for him.
Other then that, the teenager couldn't them anything that would give them a lead into the right direction. Neither could his siblings or moms. It was very frustrating, but right now there was nothing to do then wait. And maybe catch some sleep.
At this moment a team was working through video's of nearby shops and business, traffic cams and interviewing possible witnesses. However, there were only few of them.
He still hoped there was something on them that would give them a lead.
He expected the DNA results and test from the liquid inside the syringe, to come by tomorrow.
Maybe there was DNA from the abductee on it. The forensics were also testing the shoes for DNA.
He could only hope something would be found.
Tomorrow they would start questioning all the people on the list that Stef and Lena were making. But he also knew that by then, the chance to find Callie alive, where getting smaller and smaller.
As you know, it has been a long time since I continued this story. I want to finish it, but it has also been a long time since I watched an episode of The Fosters. So if things seems out of character in this chapter, that is why. Next, and final, chapter has already been written. I will check it and update is to you soon.