To my reviewers – Thanks. I'm glad people are enjoying this story. Its hard to write a sequel that's just as good as the original.

Atlanta Enchanted – Thanks for pointing out the mistake and I've fixed it.

A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 6 – Finding Gordo

Ethan pulled into the Corner Pocket's parking lot. The Corner Pocket was a sports bar and a small pool hall that the guys went to sometimes.

After Todd had called him earlier in the afternoon, he immediately took off in search of Gordo. The Corner Pocket was like the tenth place he had searched.

Parking, he immediately spotted Gordo's car. After calling Todd, telling him where they were, he walked inside the bar.

Scanning the bar first, he didn't recognize anyone. Walking through the bar towards the pool tables, he saw a crowd in one of the back corners.

"Gordo always was a pool shark."

Slowly making his way to the crowd, he found Gordo in the center. He was playing, or rather hustling, a guy he recognized as another pool shark.

As Gordo sunk the last ball, the other guy swore and threw his stick against the wall. Paying Gordo, he swore again and walked away.

Ethan watched Gordo's face; it was emotionless and the sparkle in his eyes that was usually there because of Miranda was gone.

As the crowd dispersed, Ethan walked over to him. He smirked as he watched Gordo take a sip of beer and grimaced. "You were never much of a drinker Gordon."

Gordo looked up at him, his face remaining stone. Ethan grabbed one of the sticks hanging on the wall, "Care to play a friendly game?"

Gordo grunted and shrugged. Grabbing the beer, he took another drink. Ethan grinned at him, "How many of those have you had?"

"After this one?"

Ethan nodded "Yea."

"One," Gordo deadpanned. They both snickered at the lame joke. "So how did you find me?"

"I just bumped into you. Figured we could play some pool one last time."

"Ethan."

"You've got a task force searching for you," Ethan said as he broke.

"How much do you know?"

Ethan shrugged as he watched Gordo line up a shot. "Ryan kissed Miranda. You saw it, slugged Ryan, and took off."

Gordo remained silent as he sunk his shot and lined up another.

"Miranda's really upset."

Gordo straightened up and slammed the butt of the cue into the ground. "Damn it," he swore under his breath.

"You're not really upset with her are you?"

"No. I mean I know she would never do something like that. I just…kinda reacted."

Ethan nodded and waited for him to continue.

Gordo bent back down and missed his shot. "It was like I was walking into my worst nightmare."

Ethan scanned the table "You know Miranda didn't want it."

"Yea." He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I royally screwed up, didn't I?"

Ethan chuckled "Nah. Miranda will forgive you. The girl is crazy about you."

"Yea but she's also got a mean right hook," Gordo joked dryly.

Ethan laughed as he sunk his shot. As they continued, Todd and Larry walked in.

Looking up, Ethan noticed them. "Looks like the rest of the party is here."

"Hey guys," Todd said to them as he approached.

"David. What ya say we get out of here?" Ethan asked him.

Gordo shrugged "I'm not ready to go home yet."

"We'll go back to my house. You can crash there and we'll deal with everything in the morning," Larry said while putting a hand on Gordo's shoulder.

"Alright," Gordo agreed reluctantly.

In the parking lot, Ethan told them goodbye and said he would see them later. Todd headed for his car and called Lizzie to tell her they found Gordo and what was happening.

Larry took Gordo's keys and drove them to his house. During the drive, the exhaustion started to take its toll on Gordo. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Walking inside, Amy was sitting in the living room waiting for them.

"Larry?" she asked as she saw him walk through the door. He held up a hand as Gordo walked in behind him.

Amy watched Gordo go over to the couch and literally fall down on it. Within seconds, Gordo was passed out.

"He's gonna stay here and then in the morning, we'll deal with him and Miranda," Larry said as he walked over and took Gordo's shoes off. Amy grabbed a blanket and draped it over him.

"Are they gonna be all right?" she asked him, the concern in her voice.

Larry nodded. "They just need to talk." Turning the lights off, Amy and him headed upstairs to their own bedroom.