When Ponch woke up again, he and Barry were sitting in the backseat of a stranger's car. Bear was talking with the driver, while sipping from a water bottle.

"Thanks again for helping us out," Bear said, he hadn't noticed Ponch was awake. When the car drove by them on the side of the road, Bear was for once thankful they had been in uniform. Seeing two officers stranded on the side of the road, people would normally stop to help. Had it not been for that, Bear felt this whole experience to be embarrassing. Had he gotten the proper amount of sleep, he would have been able to make it to the court house. They may even have been home or on their way home by now.

He didn't want to admit the whole thing was his fault. Thinking quick, he lied and told the man his police cruiser was having troubles and they ended up crashing into the ditch. He internally kicked himself as the words came out. What a great example of the CHP I am. If he finds out I lied that'll be worse. He glanced at Ponch, who appeared to be asleep still. please don't wake up until we make it to the hospital. I can't risk you telling the truth. Bear internally kicked himself again. His thoughts he never thought he would have. Lying. Hoping his friend would play along with the lie. He wasn't even under cover, what a great officer example he was being right now. He'll never have to know. Bear assured himself.

Ponch had hardly been conscious two minutes, before he was ready to go back to sleep. Anything to escape the pain. He didn't remember getting into this car though, and something felt off. It smells funny... He thought, but dismissed the thought, unable to think clear enough to make the actual comment. His thoughts clouded over, by his pounding headache. His eyes opened again for only a few seconds, as he tried to figure out where he was. "Barry?' he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Barry jumped slightly at the sound of his friends voice. dang it. He glanced at the Puerto Rican officer, slumped against the car door. No one had even bothered to buckle. Bear didn't think anything of it. Sitting in the back of a stranger's car for some reason felt normal to him. Had he not also been dealing with the similar headache and impaired thought process, he would have known something wasn't right.

What was that strong scent coming from the front seat?

Bear sighed. "We're getting help, Ponch," he said finally.

Ponch nodded, as a sudden wave of nausea hit him. I shouldn't have moved...he leaned against Bear, hoping that'd help. However the sudden movement made him feel worse, resulting in him throwing up on Bear.

I deserved it. Bear thought. His outward reaction wasn't the same. "Gross...Ponch!" He whined.

The driver glanced back, and shook his head. "I was worried this might happen."

Neither officer questioned what the driver said. No one could have heard it over the sound of Bear's complaining.

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Getraer made an announcement over the radio about officer's Poncherello and Baricza's disappearance. Hoping one of his officers would have seen them or at least know something. No such luck, and now he was out searching himself. "Never would have happened if Jon was in town," he muttered as he drove down a stretch of freeway.

Jon Baker had taken off on a vacation at the beginning of the week. He was lucky missing out on this. However, Getraer already determined if anything serious had happened he would have to call Jon. Right now Bear and Ponch were only missing, which wasn't good. But, he didn't know if there were any injuries or even what happened. There was no sense in ruining Jon's vacation by making a call with so little information to go off of.

"I never should have let this happen," he talked to himself. "I knew it was a bad idea putting the two of them together during the rainy days this week. Why couldn't I just trust Poncherello to patrol alone?" He shook his head, nearly laughing at the question. "I know why I can't trust him."

He continued down the road. Taking the same way towards Bakersfield that he assumed they would have been taking. Soon coming across a scrap heap sitting in the ditch. He cursed under his breath when realizing that CHP cruiser was one from Central. Calling it in, he got off his bike and rushes down. "Barry!? Frank!?" He called, looking through the doors. No one in sight. He shook his head, they couldn't have gotten too far, right? The accident looked bad enough, he was sure they didn't come out scratch free.

A knot began to form in his stomach. They'd better be okay.

A/N: Thank you JediJelsa777 for helping me get unstuck with this story. :)