(Everyone give a big thank you to Browneyes, who pushed my to
update this story. The song I'm using is not mine, and is
only being used to illustrate the characters emotions.
Standard disclaimers apply. I still need a first and middle
name for Harriet's baby. Please help me out. Have I stumped
you all, on who kidnapped Trey? I'll give more clues in the
next chapter.)
(Bud's POV)
Three weeks have passed, and there was still no word on Trey. The media has lost interest in the story, because of the string of bank robberies in the area. The police are losing hope, and the Colonel and Captain are losing hope. The atmosphere at JAG is tense, and almost all work is being dedicated to finding Trey.
Returning to work a little over three years ago was the best, and the hardest thing for me. I faced some tough obstacles, but overcame them, thanks to the Colonel and the Captain. I was not going to give up the search for my Godson. I would find him if it was the last thing I would ever do.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For breath that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
When I walked into the office, there was a tight feeling in my chest when I saw the Colonel and the Captain yelling at each other. They had the attention of the whole office, with their arguing. It took them almost seven years to get together, and now they're being torn apart over their son. I saw the Admiral walk out of his office, and towards the Colonels office. With everyone still snapped at attention, he quietly told them to follow him. The three of them made there way back to his office, with his door slamming shut behind him. I felt sick, knowing that this was tearing them apart.
(Admiral's POV)
I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove from JAG. The last few weeks have been pure hell on the staff, Harm, Mac, and on me. I dove to McMurphy's and ordered a tall drink. I remember how excited Harm and Mac were when they found out she was pregnant, and the look on Harm's face when he told us it was a boy.
Playing referee to Harm and Mac's fight to day in my office brought back some demons that have been brewing for the last few days. After letting them each say what was on there mind, without being interrupted, finally settled things between them. I can't believe Mac felt responsible for Trey being taken. It took Harm almost an hour to convince her otherwise, and now that they are both on the right track, they can start concentrating on who took there boy.
I have been using all my resources to try and figure out who took Trey, but I have been drawing blanks every time. I banged my fist on the bar and received a questioning look from the bartender. I paid for my half empty drink and made my way home. Maybe a good night's sleep was what I needed to clear my head. God help the person who took Trey, because I knew I wouldn't.
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh a beautiful release
Memories seep through my veins
And made me empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
(Gunny's POV)
It was past three in the morning, and I was sitting at my kitchen table with folders piled up all around me. I wasn't going to give up finding the person who took the Colonel's and Captain's son. The Marines took a silent oath to look out for their own, and that's exactly what I am doing. I was dead tired, but I wasn't going to give up.
It still burns me up inside, thinking about what kind of monster would take a child. I let out a frustrated sigh and stood up. I was getting nowhere sitting here, while some psycho is doing only God knows what to Trey. I grabbed my sneakers, and decided to go out for a run, knowing that might help cool me down. When I get my hands on this person, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
So tired of the straight life
And everywhere you turn
There are vultures and thieves at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Skating one last time
(Mac's POV)
I woke up for a terrifying dream about an hour ago. I knew it was a vision about Trey, but for the first time, I didn't know where he was. I saw him in a crib in the cloths that I had him in three weeks and two days ago. He was filthy, and he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glory of sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angles
Fly away from hear
In the arms of the angles
Fly away from hear
Harm was sleeping, and I wasn't going to wake him. He barely had slept in the past few weeks, and I didn't have the heart to wake him. Sitting in the kitchen, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I prayed for my little boy. I prayed he was safe and we would find him soon. With tears running down my face, I prayed God would bring me back my little boy.
Across town, Trey slept fitfully in the playpen. It was dark, and cold, not like to the warm loving home he was used to. Trey didn't know the person who was with him, and that scared him. He wanted him Mom and Dad, but crying wasn't helping. He was hungry and cold but the person who had passed out drunk on the floor wasn't going to help him.
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled for the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angles
May you find some comfort hear
You're in the arms of the angles
May you find some comfort hear
TBC
(Bud's POV)
Three weeks have passed, and there was still no word on Trey. The media has lost interest in the story, because of the string of bank robberies in the area. The police are losing hope, and the Colonel and Captain are losing hope. The atmosphere at JAG is tense, and almost all work is being dedicated to finding Trey.
Returning to work a little over three years ago was the best, and the hardest thing for me. I faced some tough obstacles, but overcame them, thanks to the Colonel and the Captain. I was not going to give up the search for my Godson. I would find him if it was the last thing I would ever do.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For breath that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
When I walked into the office, there was a tight feeling in my chest when I saw the Colonel and the Captain yelling at each other. They had the attention of the whole office, with their arguing. It took them almost seven years to get together, and now they're being torn apart over their son. I saw the Admiral walk out of his office, and towards the Colonels office. With everyone still snapped at attention, he quietly told them to follow him. The three of them made there way back to his office, with his door slamming shut behind him. I felt sick, knowing that this was tearing them apart.
(Admiral's POV)
I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove from JAG. The last few weeks have been pure hell on the staff, Harm, Mac, and on me. I dove to McMurphy's and ordered a tall drink. I remember how excited Harm and Mac were when they found out she was pregnant, and the look on Harm's face when he told us it was a boy.
Playing referee to Harm and Mac's fight to day in my office brought back some demons that have been brewing for the last few days. After letting them each say what was on there mind, without being interrupted, finally settled things between them. I can't believe Mac felt responsible for Trey being taken. It took Harm almost an hour to convince her otherwise, and now that they are both on the right track, they can start concentrating on who took there boy.
I have been using all my resources to try and figure out who took Trey, but I have been drawing blanks every time. I banged my fist on the bar and received a questioning look from the bartender. I paid for my half empty drink and made my way home. Maybe a good night's sleep was what I needed to clear my head. God help the person who took Trey, because I knew I wouldn't.
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh a beautiful release
Memories seep through my veins
And made me empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
(Gunny's POV)
It was past three in the morning, and I was sitting at my kitchen table with folders piled up all around me. I wasn't going to give up finding the person who took the Colonel's and Captain's son. The Marines took a silent oath to look out for their own, and that's exactly what I am doing. I was dead tired, but I wasn't going to give up.
It still burns me up inside, thinking about what kind of monster would take a child. I let out a frustrated sigh and stood up. I was getting nowhere sitting here, while some psycho is doing only God knows what to Trey. I grabbed my sneakers, and decided to go out for a run, knowing that might help cool me down. When I get my hands on this person, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
So tired of the straight life
And everywhere you turn
There are vultures and thieves at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Skating one last time
(Mac's POV)
I woke up for a terrifying dream about an hour ago. I knew it was a vision about Trey, but for the first time, I didn't know where he was. I saw him in a crib in the cloths that I had him in three weeks and two days ago. He was filthy, and he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glory of sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angles
Fly away from hear
In the arms of the angles
Fly away from hear
Harm was sleeping, and I wasn't going to wake him. He barely had slept in the past few weeks, and I didn't have the heart to wake him. Sitting in the kitchen, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I prayed for my little boy. I prayed he was safe and we would find him soon. With tears running down my face, I prayed God would bring me back my little boy.
Across town, Trey slept fitfully in the playpen. It was dark, and cold, not like to the warm loving home he was used to. Trey didn't know the person who was with him, and that scared him. He wanted him Mom and Dad, but crying wasn't helping. He was hungry and cold but the person who had passed out drunk on the floor wasn't going to help him.
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled for the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angles
May you find some comfort hear
You're in the arms of the angles
May you find some comfort hear
TBC