A/N - This story is heavily based on the movie Abandon and some scenes will almost mimic the movie although the ending will turn out completely different. For once I know exactly how this will end and it's only a mater of getting it out.
I do not own anything for Gilmore Girls or the movie Abandon.
Closing her eyes she could vividly remember the first time she had ever seen another side to the infamous Tristan DuGrey. An insufferable yet troubled young man he had been and also one determined to break her. As the director of their senior play at Chilton Prep she had experienced another side of him which she had thought impossible but it was evident. He was a charismatic character which had drove her to him like a moth to a light. Reveling in the first time she had thought more of him than a rich playboy she was ungracefully interrupted by a long shriek.
"RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" her best friend, Lane, had cried out popping into her dorm and landing on her bed. "So what are you thinking about? And your answer better not be Tristan."
"So what if it is Lane? It's not against the law to think about him."
"Rory, you are a senior in college now. You're going to graduate in a month. You were in love with Tristan what senior year of high school. He disappeared when we were sophomores in college. It's been two years and the boy has still not shown up, called, or anything. Someone else deserves your attention now," Lane spat out the speech that was committed in the memory of any one of Rory's best friends.
"I know. I know. Sometimes I just can't help it. He was like the love of my life Lane. You don't just forget about someone like him," Rory tried to reason drawing her comforter over her head.
"Okay, Tristan is . . . was unforgettable to say the least. But he should be a part of your past by now and therefore make it easier to forget how unforgettable he was."
Before Rory could answer there was a knock on her dorm room door and one of her college friends, Jerome, entered her room.
"Hey ladies you all ready to go to the café?" he asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Sure once someone leaves her past in the past."
"Ah, fantasizing about DuGrey again. Sorry, Ror, but as great of a guy and friend he was you got to move eventually even if it is to that guy Dean."
"As much as I would like to have you guys run my life I'd rather just go eat lunch with Paris," Rory almost screamed in frustration.
"All right we'll leave the 'Great Mystery of Tristan DuGrey's Disappearance and the Effects It Had On Rory Gilmore' alone for today."
"You have got to come up with a better title for the past four years of my life Jerome."
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"So how's it feel to be back on the job, Detective?"
"Howard I went to rehab for 30 days. I didn't retire," Detective Jess Mariano answered wearily already tired of the attention put on his return. "So what did you want me in here for?"
"I have a missing persons case. Caucasian male, 23 by now, missing for almost 2 years. Name: Tristan DuGrey," the chief declared giving up hopes of small talk.
"You're giving me a desk job," Jess asked with disgust evident in his voice. Sure the only reason he was detective at 25 was because his father died on the job but he was still a damn good detective and this case was an insult to anyone of his ranking.
"Now, now, this is not my choice Jess the whole department wants you to start small again," the chief tried to reason with Jess' usually quick tempered mind.
"Fine. Anything else I should know?"
"The kid's parents died when he was young about 4 or 5. He was raised by his widowed grandfather as the only grandson. The grandfather died when he had just hit 18 making him legal and the only heir to three separate billion dollar fortunes. Most that know or knew him claim that he was a budding genius, mostly known for his dramatic theater productions. You should interview some of his old friends, do your own angle. There was a girlfriend involved may or may not have been a suspect since a friend claimed that the happy couple may not have been so happy anymore."
"So it's a desk job with a couple perks. But if you tell me anything about drugs or depression I'm not even going to bother. The guy probably drove north and decided to swim with the fishies."
"If you ask about drugs some might say maybe even though there weren't any and if you ask about depression anyone would laugh in your face. The drugs are a maybe cause he was put on Retalin early for ADD, one of those troubled genius types."
"So where would I find all his old friends?" Jess asked lighting a cigarette only to have it snatched away by his superior.
"All friends he might have are still attending the local college. Here's a short list of the closer ones that were already interviewed."
Jess quickly looked the list over, finding five names: Lorelai "Rory" Gilmore, Paris Gellar, Lane Kim, Jerome Watts, and Dean Forrester.
"Five names doesn't seem like they tried too hard for this case."
"There weren't many leads. This kid jet setted all over the world for all anyone knows he's sitting on a tropical island in the Pacific. If you want this case to be over soon I'd hurry up because all those leads are going to be graduating in a month."
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"Rory. Rory Gilmore," a voice called out from behind her.
Tentatively she tore her eyes away from her thesis as if it would disappear if she wasn't looking.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Rory Gilmore but I have a message from your thesis advisor Professor Jargin and here's your message."
"Thanks, Becky, how's your thesis coming?" she asked as she slowly read the note over.
"Turned it in. How's yours?"
"Almost done," Rory answered as she wearily started packing her stuff to go meet the Professor. Noticing that Becky had already left she made her way outside into the cool night. It was times like these that she hated the old college, the long, lonely walks between buildings, and especially the old dorm building which administrators were trying to rebuild. She had wanted the protestors to leave and let them tear the building down so she could leave behind that part of her past, more specifically the past that involved Tristan. Reaching the edge of campus Rory spotted the large building which housed some of the larger offices given to senior professors like Jargin.
"I'm sure Rory will be just another minute Detective . . . ah, never mind she's already here. Rory please meet Detective Mariano. He wishes to question you about something."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Detective," she greeted politely shaking his hand.
"Same here. But I would like to jump right into the reason of my being here. The DuGrey Foundation has asked our department to reopen the missing persons case for Tristan DuGrey. I know that I'm most likely opening some old wounds here but I am required to question you again Miss Gilmore."
"I don't really mind as long as we get this over with as quickly as possible."
(All questions are Jess' lines. The rest are Rory's)
"What was your relationship with Mr DuGrey?"
"He was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of two years."
"And how long have you known him?"
"Since our sophomore year in high school."
"Have you had any contact with him after he disappeared?"
"No. None."
Do you have any idea of where he might have gone?"
"Anywhere but here."
"Is it true that he used to have violent tendencies?"
"I've only known him to hit a person once and it was well deserved."
"Would he have any reason for leaving?"
"Tristan was Tristan. He did as he pleased. But, no, I never knew of any reason which would cause him to leave."
"Thank you for your time Miss Gilmore. I'm sure you have other things to do."
"I'm happy to help Detective. Whether he shows or not I'll just be glad when this is all over." Her statement rang through the room like a threat as she took her departure.
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"So how long have you known Mr. DuGrey, Professor?"
"For a little before he attended this school. I had met him once through his grandfather. Here's the article, it was published the day after opening night."
'A Dramatic Drama'
Directing genius, sophomore Tristan DuGrey, blew up at his latest audience last night, not only for just attending his production but for being a part of an incompetent society. After flipping off a gathering of over 200 people the illustrious Mr. DuGrey bolted out the fire exit. What else can anyone say but 'standard Tristan'?
"What's meant by 'standard Tristan'?"
"No one knows if he was acting that night or not, but he has been known to pull of crazy things. He has already dropped out twice, once each year: to work in an archaeological dig site and then to work in a factory. Most expect him to pop up directing in London.
"What a guy."
"Tristan was over dramatic to say the least. I also have a tape of that same night if you wish to watch Detective?"
"That would be great. Do you have time now?"
"I only need to find the video, Detective."
Cut to Tristan walking down the stairs
"Pathetic. You are all pathetic. You people haven't produced a real artist in over a decade. But that's derivative. You are all derivative. Oh, but look we're under the theatre like hell itself. This isn't like hell you people are hell. One last announcement before the show. Screw this play, screw this place, and screw you people."
Grabs a nearby lantern and leaves through fire exit.
Play begins.
"Quite the philosopher."
"If you ever do find him I believe you two would get along. Supposedly he had a car waiting, to take him to the airport. They interrogated the service later after he was declared missing but the driver claimed that he waited for hours and Tristan never showed. But I suppose you already knew that Detective."
"Yeah, thank you for your time Professor. I have a couple more people to interview."
A/N - Like it? Hate it? Let me know. And this will end up Trory, like any other story I write.
