Disclaimer: I have brought my own character in for this chapter, so
therefore, I own him. Don't own anyone else though ::sob:: :'(
Chapter 5:
Montreal~
Michael was driving home after a long day at the office. He had been thinking about Gillian all day "There is no way I'm letting her go without a fight. I'm going to trace this guy down and I know just the man to do it." He thought to himself, as he drove home.
Once he arrived, he went over to his desk where he kept all his bills. He picked up his phone bill and rushed out of the door.
"I sure hope this phone number helps." Michael thought as he sped towards Steve Matthew's house. Michael had known him since high school and was his best man at his wedding. He was sure he'd be able to help him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chicago~
Luka and Gillian were spending a quiet night in together. Their first since Gillian had been back.
Luka looked over at Gillian and watched her. He had really missed her when she had been in Montreal. He had hoped that she would come back to him, but he didn't think it would be this soon. He sighed inwardly; finally things were working out for him.
Suddenly, Gillian could feel Luka staring at her. She blushed slightly and turned to face him.
"What is it?" She asked, laughing a little.
"Nothing. I'm just glad you're back." Luka replied and lent in to kiss her. Then he got up and stretched "I'm off to bed." He stopped for a second and then carried on ".You coming?" He looked at Gillian and gave a sly smile.
Gillian smiled back and got up "Most definitely." She replied and headed off into the bedroom with Luka.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Montreal~
Michael arrived at Steve's, got out the car and rang the doorbell. It was getting late, but Michael wouldn't rest until he knew where this guy lived.
After a few minutes, the door opened and there stood a tired looking Steve. He had obviously been asleep and Michael had woken him up.
"Michael, what are you doing here? Do you know what the time is?" He asked and opened the door wider to let Michael in.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, but I really need your help." Michael told him as he closed the door behind him.
"What is it? Can't this wait until morning though?" Steve asked, yawning.
Michael shook his head "No. I really need this to be done now. I need you to trace this telephone number. Can you do that?" He asked showing Steve the number.
Steve took it and looked at it "Hmm..Long distance." He thought for a second; then carried on "I should be able to do it. Why do you need it?"
Michael sighed "It's a long story, but to cut it short, Gillian's, supposedly, in love with some guy from Chicago. She's gone there to be with him. That's why I need his address, so I can go there and get her back."
Steve looked at Michael "Ok. Lets use the computer in my office." He got up and headed into his office with Michael following him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A few hours, and several cups of coffee, later Steve had found Luka's address. He wrote it down on paper and handed it to Michael.
"Here you go. What are you going to do now?" He asked as he stretched his tired muscles.
"I'm going to the airport and catching the next flight to Chicago. I'm not going to let Gillian leave me just like that. Thanks for all your help." He picked up his coat and headed to the front door.
"Any time. Good luck." He extended his hand and watched as Michael took it and shook hands with him.
With that, Michael was on his way to the airport.
Chapter 5:
Montreal~
Michael was driving home after a long day at the office. He had been thinking about Gillian all day "There is no way I'm letting her go without a fight. I'm going to trace this guy down and I know just the man to do it." He thought to himself, as he drove home.
Once he arrived, he went over to his desk where he kept all his bills. He picked up his phone bill and rushed out of the door.
"I sure hope this phone number helps." Michael thought as he sped towards Steve Matthew's house. Michael had known him since high school and was his best man at his wedding. He was sure he'd be able to help him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chicago~
Luka and Gillian were spending a quiet night in together. Their first since Gillian had been back.
Luka looked over at Gillian and watched her. He had really missed her when she had been in Montreal. He had hoped that she would come back to him, but he didn't think it would be this soon. He sighed inwardly; finally things were working out for him.
Suddenly, Gillian could feel Luka staring at her. She blushed slightly and turned to face him.
"What is it?" She asked, laughing a little.
"Nothing. I'm just glad you're back." Luka replied and lent in to kiss her. Then he got up and stretched "I'm off to bed." He stopped for a second and then carried on ".You coming?" He looked at Gillian and gave a sly smile.
Gillian smiled back and got up "Most definitely." She replied and headed off into the bedroom with Luka.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Montreal~
Michael arrived at Steve's, got out the car and rang the doorbell. It was getting late, but Michael wouldn't rest until he knew where this guy lived.
After a few minutes, the door opened and there stood a tired looking Steve. He had obviously been asleep and Michael had woken him up.
"Michael, what are you doing here? Do you know what the time is?" He asked and opened the door wider to let Michael in.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, but I really need your help." Michael told him as he closed the door behind him.
"What is it? Can't this wait until morning though?" Steve asked, yawning.
Michael shook his head "No. I really need this to be done now. I need you to trace this telephone number. Can you do that?" He asked showing Steve the number.
Steve took it and looked at it "Hmm..Long distance." He thought for a second; then carried on "I should be able to do it. Why do you need it?"
Michael sighed "It's a long story, but to cut it short, Gillian's, supposedly, in love with some guy from Chicago. She's gone there to be with him. That's why I need his address, so I can go there and get her back."
Steve looked at Michael "Ok. Lets use the computer in my office." He got up and headed into his office with Michael following him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A few hours, and several cups of coffee, later Steve had found Luka's address. He wrote it down on paper and handed it to Michael.
"Here you go. What are you going to do now?" He asked as he stretched his tired muscles.
"I'm going to the airport and catching the next flight to Chicago. I'm not going to let Gillian leave me just like that. Thanks for all your help." He picked up his coat and headed to the front door.
"Any time. Good luck." He extended his hand and watched as Michael took it and shook hands with him.
With that, Michael was on his way to the airport.