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9:58pm
Tulsa Police Department

It had been almost nine hours since Ponyboy and Johnny were last seen being pushed into a serial killer's car. Darry sat on a bench at the police station with his little brother resting his head in his lap as he stroke his hair. Soda lay there in a daze staring straight ahead at the wall across from them. His face was pale and hands felt clammy to the touch as well as his heart rate being faster than normal. It was as if that bright happy-go-lucky kid that had always left in the morning never existed. The teen hadn't said a word since his older brother dragged him home from the park and then to the station after they had received word to come down. Darry on the other hand had a blank expression on his face staring at each strand of Sodapop's greasy hair; his eyes gradually becoming heavy with each minute that passed. Next to them sat Two-bit and Steve who refused to leave even when told to.

That's when Chief Conway's office door opened and the chief himself walked out snapping Soda out of his current state. "Come on in boys," he said to them before walking right back in. Soda sat up from Darry's lap and the group slowly walked in the office with Darry's arm across Soda's shoulder. Inside besides the police chief, was a tall man leaning against the wall with dark and a few strands of grey hair in his early to mid forties wearing a blue suit and tie.

"Alright, just cut the crap and tell us what we're dealing with," Steve barked crossing his arms.

"Well first things first. This is Richard Helms, lead agent of the FBI who will be taking over a majority of this investigation," the chief said motioning over to the man who stood up straight and went over to Darry to shake his hand.

"Hello Mr. Curtis," Mr. Helms said.

"Nice to meet you sir. This is my brother Sodapop and our friends Two-bit and Steve," Darry said.

"Pleased to meet you all. Now firstly, I want each of you to go to go with one of my agents to be interviewed about your relationship with the victims and also how you're involved in this case," he explained.

"Wait what?! Our involvement?!" Steve shouted the same time Two-Bit said "What the hell is that suppose to mean?!"

"You think we're the ones who kidnapped Pony and Johnny?!" Steve continued to scream.

"It's just a precaution to make sure that we have all the facts gentlemen. Of course you aren't required but I strongly recommend it so we know this won't be a waste of our time and yours. From what I've gathered already, Mr. Curtis and Mr. Cade have previously run away after a murder that Mr. Cade committed. How am I supposed to know they didn't do it again and Lynch isn't even involved in this?" Mr. Helms asked.

"THAT WAS FU***** SELF DEFENSE! HE DIDN'T…" Two-bit shouted.

"Two-bit shut up!" Darry said interrupting. "What do you mean that Lynch isn't involved? Pony and Johnny's principle said…"

"I'm well aware of what he and countless others have testified but as I said, it's just a precaution. I want to hear your sides of the story gentlemen. So what's it going to be Darrel?" he asked crossing his arms.

"Fine, I'll do it but my brother Sodapop's not in any shape right now to be interviewed about this, Darry said.

"If that's what it must be. Shall we Mr. Curtis," he asked motioning his hand towards the door.

"I'll be right back little buddy," Darry whispered to Soda after putting a hand on his shoulder. Soda nodded in reply not moving from whatever he was staring at. Darry then gave a slight nod to Steve and Two-bit while following Mr. Helms to the interview room near the front of the police station. Inside there was two chairs chair, table with a tape recorder and desk lamp sitting on top of it, as well as another agent watching them through a glass window.

"Have a seat Mr. Curtis and make yourself comfortable," Mr. Helms said and Darry sat down in one of the chairs.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a few questions Darrel and you are required to answer truthfully and to the best of your ability. If you wish to lie to me about something, I'll find out about it one way or another and that won't look very good now will it Mr. Curtis?" Mr. Helms asked getting a pad and pencil out.

"Why does it still seem like you think I had something to do with my brother and my friend's disappearance?" Darry asked.

"I didn't say that. As I told you, we're just getting the facts," he replied and turned on the tape recorder.

"Now then Mr. Curtis, tell me what your relationship is to the victims," Mr. Helms asked.

"Ponyboy is my little brother and Johnny is a family friend," Darry responded.

"I see, and describe to me in precise detail what happened on September 14th 1967."

"Well it started like any other day. I got Ponyboy and Johnny who's been staying at our place for the past few days up for breakfast before I drove them to school. We all had breakfast and then I dropped them off at school before dropping off Soda at the DX gas station where he works before heading to work myself. It was around one when I got a call from Pony's school shortly after I came back from my lunch break that the school principle wanted to talk to me; something about some kind of trouble. I went to the school and saw all the police cars and ambulances at the school and that's when I found out that Pony and Johnny had been kidnapped," Darry explained.

"Interesting, and has Ponyboy or Johnny been acting out of the ordinary this past week?" he continued asking writing down Darry's response.

"They've just been shaken up because of Lynch. We've been hearing all about it over the radio. Then we heard about Scott Gregory being found right across from where Soda works. I think it really messed Ponyboy up. Johnny's normally a quiet kid but I can tell he's been bothered by this too," Darry said.

"Yes I'm sure any person would be. You have full custody of your brothers' correct Mr. Curtis?"

"Yes sir."

"And from what I've gathered, you even had a scholarship from school because you played quarterback on the football team. Such a shame you had to give all that up for your brothers. Do you ever regret it?" Mr. Helms asked.

"No, my brothers mean everything to me," Darry stated as a matter of fact.

"Not even a little bit? You were on top of the work with a full blown scholarship to a top school and you just went and threw it all away to a life raising two teenagers at twenty years old where you barley make ends meet. Why didn't you just let the state take your brothers? It would just be until they each turned eighteen and you could have gone to college and live your dream," Mr. Helms continued.

"First of all, we're doing just fine making ends meet. And second, yeah, I was a little upset chucking the scholarship and forgetting about college but I couldn't give up my brothers. We're all we got left."

"So you blame your brothers for what happened?"

"What?! No! I made the choice; not them!" Darry said.

"Yet according to this," Mr. Helms said opening the file and showed him what was stacked on top. Darry's eyes widened when he was shown a newspaper clipping; the same one that was all about them after Ponyboy had save those children. Darry only glanced at it and started to reread it when Mr. Helms pulled it back. "You allowed Sodapop to drop out of school where he now has to work twelve hours a day at a gas station. Does Sodapop help out with the bills?"

"Y-yeah, but we all…"

"Could it be, Mr. Curtis that you are trying to get revenge on your brothers because of what you had to give up?"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Darry screamed slamming his fist against the table. "You've got the wrong idea about me Mr. Helms."

"Do I? Does Ponyboy feel safe at home with you?" he asked and Darry gasped and fell silent. He paused before finally answering.

"Y-yeah, he does," Darry said looking down at the table.

"You're lying to me Mr. Curtis," Mr. Helms said shaking his head. "Ponyboy hasn't been feeling safe with you hasn't he?" Darry swallowed the lump in his throat before answering.

"He was at first…" Darry said only to be interrupted by a shriek coming from a nearby room that gave Darry goose bumps.

"PONY!" a familiar voice screamed.

"Soda!" Darry shouted and shot up so fast it knocked the chair he was sitting in down running out of the room ignoring Mr. Helm's protest.

"WHAT THE FU** DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Darry heard Steve shout. He used Steve's screaming to find a room down the hall identical to his with another FBI agent standing in a corner emotionless with a tape recorder on a table. On the ground next to a knocked down chair was Soda holding his knees rocking back and forth sobbing with Steve trying to console him.

"You two aren't allowed in here!" the agent said crossing his arms and that's when Mr. Helms came in.

"You interview him?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I told you he wasn't in any shape!" Darry shouted at him.

"If you want me to do my job in locating your brother safely Mr. Curtis we all need to cooperate quickly! I can't wait until your brother is feeling better to get my facts."

"Is that all you care about?! Your damn facts?!" Steve cried.

"No, I care about finding these two boys alive and capturing Harrison Lynch once and for all," Helms explained.

"And just how many boys have you found alive?" Two-bit asked coming into the room.

"I don't think I should say in here.."

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" Steve shouted.

"Out of the forty-three teenagers that Harrison Lynch has kidnapped, only one has been found completely intact; and it's Scott Gregory who's currently in a coma," Helms said.

Next chapter we will go back to Pony and Johnny. Also just to let you all know, Richard Helms was the actual director of the CIA in 1967. I have no personal issues with him whatsoever; even if he's being a real jerk to our Greaser buddies. Anyways I hope you enjoyed.

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