Left Behind
Chapter 15

It had been dark for hours. John had not heard from Monica since their awful fight at headquarters. Things that shouldn't have been uttered were now spoken. There was no way he could take back what he had done or said, but he was calm now and ready to apologize. Only she wasn't here to apologize to.

She should be home by now, thought John as he got up off the sofa and began to pace around his living room. Home? John was surprised at his use of the word and yet he could not deny it. She was his home. He, like his house, was empty without her.

She was probably fine. Just cooling off. She was an excellent FBI agent fully capable of taking care of herself. He would trust her with his own life.

Still doubt was nagging at him. This was so unlike her not to contact him. It wasn't like they hadn't disagreed before. It wasn't like they hadn't had minor spats before over work. But then they hadn't had that bad of a fight before. They had made work personal in that fight.

But Monica was always a consummate professional. At the very least, they were still on a case searching for a missing man. She wouldn't just run off in the middle of the case, not with someone's life on the line. Someone she thought might be her brother.

A cold chill suddenly swept through John. His heart stopped beating. Monica wouldn't have given up on the case. If she thought he was so against her line of reasoning, if she thought that the only way to save Watkins was her own way....

John quickly threw on his jacket and grabbed his keys. He knew where Monica would have gone. But before he could leave his house, his phone started ringing. He practically leapt for the phone.