Disclaimer- I don't own Jess, Ruth, Mike, Doug, or any of the characters you might recognize. I do, however, own Rob.

Yeah, you were right in your assumption. That was merely wishful thinking.

Summary- Jess is faced with the task of finding a missing twin. No matter what she does, she always wakes up with the address of the twin that's alive and well, not the one that's been abducted. Rob also disappears, courtesy of Jess's new job at the radio station.

A/n- So I was on my way to Taekwondo class one day, and this idea popped into my head. I have like a zillion fics (overstatement of the year) I need to update first, but you know what's the hardest thing to resist?

Duh, that'll be temptation.

So here you go, and please read and review!

Chapter 1

I don't know why they're making me write this down again. Last time I did? That was what, almost a year ago? Give me a break, several incidents have already gone by and back then they didn't think to have me continue with writing some sort of 'statement' every time something happens involving my psychic powers. But this time? Perhaps it seems extraordinary to them, but it's the same as the previous occurrences to me. Well, minus one important factor:

Rob, my partner in crime, did not vanish along with missing child/children prior to this event.

Rob Wilkins, already graduated from high school, also happens to be my boyfriend. We've been 'dating' for quite awhile, but only about a couple of months ago did the relationship finally become official. It was almost funny how that happened, but under the circumstances, I'd rather not go there.

Although, yes, it did involve my parents. It did involve some hullabaloos. It did involve several nurses coming inside Rob's hospital room to find out what the hell all the noises were about. But let's look on the bright side, shall we? At least no bloodshed occurred.

Now if it did, that would sure put an end to all associations with Rob Wilkins, the hottest thing since spontaneous combustion.

Anyway, I'm kind of getting ahead of myself here. Well, so I actually kind of do know why they're making me write it down this time. And since I have to, why not just start right now.

It's all Ruth's fault.

Like the first incident involving Sean Patrick O'Hanahan? Well, this time there was no Jeff Day to punch, which leads to me getting detention, which leads to me being struck by lightning and suddenly have an overdose of psychic powers. Nope. This time, it started with the job at the local radio station. And who got me the job there? Miss Ruthie herself.

According to her, being in charge of the nine to midnight show on the variety station sounded perfect for me. It paid good money, I'd be around suitable people, and she happened to think that the job was more or less normal, and that made me as normal a person as I can be. Whatever, it's all Ruth's theory. I didn't bother to mention to her my curfew is long before twelve a.m. Why? Because she talked my parents into expanding it, and how the job will be a good experience for me and all. I don't know the whole story, since I wasn't there when she was having a 'heart to heart' with my parents, and none of them bothered to relate the whole conversation to me afterwards. I really have no clue what Ruth had told them, but at that moment I didn't really care.

"How could you?" I hissed in her ear at school the next day. "You never even asked me if I wanted the job in the first place!"

"Relax, Jess," She replied breezily. Or tried to sound breezy, anyway. "I know you'll love it. And you can't expect your parents to pay for every single thing you need."

I narrowed my eyes at her. Somehow I can tell that there's more to it than what she's letting on. "Why do you want me to take the job so much anyway? It's not like it's going to do you any good."

Ruth actually looked hurt at that comment. Well, okay, so it did sound like I was implying that she's selfish, which she of course is not. But if your best friend keeps pestering you about a certain job that you've told her you don't want, you get suspicious. I mean, really, what's she gonna gain from this?

"My cousin is the manager there, Jess. I've already secured you an interview with him tomorrow afternoon. Take it or leave it."

And with that, she walked away, leaving me to stare after her, a thousand different thoughts running through my head.

Friday night at eight p.m., I sat in the penthouse of the radio station building, contemplating murder. Well, okay, that was what I was supposed to be doing. You know, because Ruth had forced me into getting this job. I had passed the interview –okay, totally shocked me, since I acted like a total idiot, not knowing what to say and all- learned the basics, and now here I am. I have to say, I already knew a lot about this kind of stuff before I even came here. Hey, I'm a musical person and I do have some interests besides ditching the FBI, all right?

Well, so the truth is, I was actually starting to enjoy myself. It's actually pretty fun once you get the hang of things. Some of the callers were really nice, welcoming me and all. I have to admit, I thought I did a pretty good job, thinking up crazy ideas for the listeners to call in and just, do. Also, I took requests, and I guess the listeners were pretty happy.

I was also feeling pretty good that day myself, since school had just let out for the winter holidays. I have Randy's wedding to look forward to on Christmas Eve, and then I know we'll celebrate at home on Christmas. Perhaps just like on Thanksgiving, I'll motor over to Rob's after dinner and visit him and his mom as well…

Speaking of Rob…

At like around eleven when I was taking phone calls on 'welcome to the show' and things of that sort from the listeners and playing it live, I was really starting to feel like I have a chance at actually being successful with this job Ruth had so kindly forced me to take. So, not suspecting anything at all, I picked at a random line and just went, "Hi, who's this?" with what I hoped was the right amount of enthusiasm and distinction.

And the reply? "Mastriani. You free tomorrow?"

I think I almost dropped the phone when the voice I heard was none other than Rob Wilkins himself. Okay, first of all, he actually listens to the radio? Oh wait… I forgot his knowledge of the whole horse shit back then some days after Thanksgiving. So perhaps, this music actually appeals to someone like him. Yeah right. And secondly, he's calling me here alive to ask if I'm free tomorrow?

Rob must know even less about this type of stuff than my mother. And trust me, my mother can't answer a single questions related to radio station trivial to save her marriage. You would think that this and his car parts stuff are closely related so he can understand at least a little of what's going on, but n0o0o. So I sat there, freaking out that it must seem like he's asking me out in front of hundreds (I hope) of listeners, and still, I couldn't figure out what to do.

"Mastriani?" Rob said, not getting the hint of my silence. Not that it seemed like a hint to me at that time, of course. I was just too freaked right then to say anything on air.

However, what I did not understand is how Rob can just sit there, asking me that, while his radio must be playing on the background and he's sure to hear his voice. At least, I was pretty certain that he had his radio on. How else did he know the number?

Groan. Or perhaps some people has too good of a memory from listening to this since, I don't know, they can understand English or something. Either way, I had to do something to inform Rob of the situation and to keep him from declaring to the whole population that I happen to be Jessica Mastriani, the ever so famous Lightning Girl. Oh, I can even imagine what kind of phone calls I'll get if someone figures it out… really, I won't be able to take crying and sobbing over the phone because I won't help them find someone or whatever. I'll be fired then for certain.

Or perhaps some people has too good of a memory from listening to this since, I don't know, they can understand English or something. Either way, I had to do something to inform Rob of the situation and to keep him from declaring to the whole population that I happen to be Jessica Mastriani, the ever so famous Oh, I can even imagine what kind of phone calls I'll get if someone figures it out… really, I won't be able to take crying and sobbing over the phone because I won't help them find someone or whatever. I'll be fired then for certain.

And hey, I'm beginning to indeed like job.

So, the Mastriani part was already out. But there has to be a lot of Mastrianis here in this area, right?

Not to worry. I just have to play along with this until Rob gets the hint.

"Well, first of all, who is this?" I asked, trying to sound coy. I couldn't help but notice that nervousness had slipped into my tone also.

Rob, however, didn't appear to notice either of these. "Mastriani. It's me, Rob."

I gritted my teeth together silently. Will he stop saying my last name? "Oh hi, Rob. What's your zip code?"

"Mastriani. What game are you playing?" He was actually starting to sound impatient. I had to do something fast before he completely blows my cover.

Before he could ask me again about tomorrow, I cut in with a chirpy, "Are you calling in to play the Hot Zip?'

"Mastriani," He said, and this time I did not fail to note that he was really annoyed. Oh my gosh, and I'm the one here biting my nails. How can guys be so daft at the most important times? "Just answer the question, all right? Are you free tomorrow or not? Because I want to take you to visit my uncle and his children and some other relatives that'll be at the wedding, as a prep- "

"Mr. Rob," I cut in curtly before he tells the whole world –well, most of the world of Indiana anyway- my plans for tomorrow and have some lunatic stalk me all the way outta town. "I believe that you have the wrong person. Perhaps you should turn on your radio?"

The last comment had nothing to do with the conversation at hand to people who happen to be listening. But I was hoping, you know, that Rob will finally get the clue. That he's talking to me on air. I could have easily just turned it off, but what kind of rude person will the listeners think I am then? So, after a bit of silence on the other end, I said in a fake spirited voice into the microphone, "Well, here's the latest from Jojo for you. It's Leave, Get Out. She's young and she's talented, and she's already climbing the charts!"

Then I switched it off. There was a dial tone from the phone with Rob just seconds ago, so I assumed that he had hung up. Grabbing a phone on the desk that's NOT connected to the radio station whatsoever, I dialed Rob's home number. After the first rang, I heard a click.

"Mastriani?"

"Um, yeah," I said slowly. "Listen, sorry about just now. We were talking on air and I didn't want you to, yanno, give out any information about me or anything."

"Yeah," I heard he say, actually sounding a little embarrassed. Somehow I was pretty amused by that. "Sorry," He muttered after awhile.

"No need," I replied cheerfully. "At least you realized what was going on in time. Don't worry about it, Rob." And then, because I really didn't want to go into that anymore, I added, "So what about tomorrow?"

"Feel like going down there to meet my relatives before the wedding? So you'll already be acquainted when comes Christmas Eve."

I snorted. "Rob. Do you just not want to face your squealing cousin alone or something? Cos it sure isn't like you to invite me to any family gatherings."

And it isn't. But maybe the whole 'relationship out in the open' thing changed his view on him and me. Like he feels comfortable enough to introduce to family. Or perhaps he just never had a chance before now. Who knows.

"Jess," When he uses my first name, I know he's serious. "Do you want to go or not?"

"Sure," I said quickly. "When will you pick me up?"

"How does 10 a.m. sound? It's going to be a pretty long trip."

"Yeah, fine by me," I nodded, though I knew he of course would not be able to see me. "I'll be ready."

"Okay, see ya."

"Yeah," I repeated. "See ya."

What, did you expect us to say "love ya" or something? Rob is one hard person to figure out. One minute he's all passionate kisses, and the next it's as if he doesn't even know who the hell I am. Sigh. He doesn't have to restrain himself from touching me, if that's what the problem is. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm definitely no slut. It's just… where Rob is concerned, I find myself… with different priorities.

Ew. Not like that. Really.

But it certainly would be nice if he just tells me outright what he wants sometimes. You would think that if he faced the devils of my parents to keep this relationship going, that he really does like –no, love- me. Except some of the things he does, and says, once in awhile causes doubt in my mind if there's more to this whole situation than meets the eye.

So, the night went on. I took more calls, processed more requests, and answered some emails from the listeners. Almost when my time was up, the guy responsible for the midnight show, Jon Sparks, came in.

He was fresh out of college, twenty-three or twenty-four. He nodded toward me as in greeting, and I did the same. I wrapped the night up with saying a goodbye to the listeners, and then prepared to gather my stuff and leave.

"Goodnight, Jess," He said in a husky voice, and cast a look at me as if he knew something that I didn't. One of those secret glances, like something unexpected will happen soon. And he'll have something to do with it.

"Goodnight," I retorted, smiling politely. Then I walked out the door and toward the elevator. I pushed the button, and when the doors opened, I stepped inside into the vacated spot. When it finally reached the bottom floor, I hurriedly got out and went to the parking lot. There, I unlocked my door and drove myself home (yes, I actually passed the test several weeks ago. Somehow I managed to restrain myself from going WAY over the speed limit).

Oh the way to my house, my mind was on the plans for tomorrow and how Rob's relatives will react to him having a somewhat famous psychic for a girlfriend. What I ought to have been thinking, of course, was what to do in case something goes very wrong. But hey, I specialize in finding missing children, not precognition. Duh, I did not anticipate that tomorrow would turn out to be total disaster.

So that, the first thing that happened related to this incident, may have been my own fault. But whatever. The radio station job will play its own role later on. For now, though, I still blame Ruth.

Notes: I don't know how old you have to be to have a job at a radio station, but in this story, sixteen would be fine. Oh, and I myself have never had any experience before… so pardon me if I get any facts wrong or if it's not the teeniest bit descriptive. Ahh, crazy ideas just pop into my head, and well, me being Enelya, goes along with them even though I haven't the faintest clue what happens next after my 'wow' moment is over.

So yeah. That made sense?

I didn't think so.

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