A/N: I would have never expected to take this long...I finished so long ago and I'm so lazy!!! Sorry. Well, here's another one... divisions have no special reason, I just get tired of typing...:P

"Oh my God, Ellie."

He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat beside him. For some reason she felt like she could really, truly trust him. He gave her so much confidence.

"Yesterday I met him at the park, at seven. At nine he told me he was going home...he was supposed to be here this morning when I called, and he wasn't, and neither Sylvia nor Howard knew where he was..."

Danny put her arms around her, "we ARE going to find him."

Ellie nodded, her eyes shut.

"At nine was the last you saw him then?"

"Yes, he was coming here."

"Do you know why he still lives with his parents. I mean, he's 22."

"Because he can," Ellie replied, smiling.

* * *

"I don't know. I don't like the girl. The truth is that they've been dating for three years now and we know nothing about her."

"Sylvia, Ellie's a good girl. You know that," Howard insisted.

"I think she has something to hide. I don't like Jesse being with her."

Jack was silent. He new exactly why she hadn't said anything: good memories remind you of what you don't have anymore, of what you can't have back, and even if those memories are not good it always hurts, at least a bit.

Danny had heard the last comments on Ellie. He was half way down the stairs.