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Chapter 11: The Cat

Recognition finally set in and I am sure my face mirrored the expression this stranger held, as this was no stranger at all, in fact it was…

"Elliot?"

Time froze and as I reached for my brother he belted it in the opposite direction, putting his track days to use and hurdling the gravestones that stood in his way. I stopped in my tracks, helplessly watching as my dead brother ran into the wood surrounding the graveyard.

I looked at Austin, as if to confirm what I had just saw was not a dream and he looked just as mystified as I was probably looking right now. His eyes were glazed over and frozen to the spot my brother, my dead brother, had just disappeared in to.

"I-I," I started but words did not come to me and all at once the world came crashing down on me again, my brother, the boy that I had trusted with my life, the one that a police officer had told me was dead, had just ran away from me at the site of our mother's grave: of his grave.

I was in such shock that I completely forgot my mission of being here and just turned around, numbly walking back towards our car and thinking about what I had just seen. Was it a dream? Or perhaps somebody is playing an evil practical joke? Was my imagination wishing something that was not possible? Or was my brother really not dead? I felt tears slip from my eyes and Austin said nothing as he drove us back to our hotel, the bleak sky giving no answers to my many questions.

My head was pounding my the time we got back to the hotel and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and not think for a while. As soon as we got to our room I climbed into bed, pulled the covers above my face and closed my eyes. Giving up on the day already. Austin let me lay there and soon I found myself falling into an exhausted sleep.

I woke in a haze and overly hot, the events of the day still playing on my mind and the nightmare I had still clutching to me in consciousness. I could hear Austin's heated voice in the adjoining bathroom but I could only just make out the heated discussion going on behind the door.

"Well he is so clearly you were wrong! I don't know how but he is and I know because I saw him for myself." There was a pause, "what you think he had a twin that no one knew about? Get real! Elliot was alive, and fucking hopping over gravestones to get away from us! I want your records checked, any reason he could possibly have to fake his death found and I want it done within the next three days! I can't believe you all fucked up like this!" Austin bellowed and I cringed away from the noise, my head still pounding. He was clearly talking to the police department back in LA and by the sounds of it getting nowhere. Although his dominant tone would get anyone working faster to just keep him form shouting at them again, our record producer had heard that same tone many times before.

He exited the bathroom and almost ploughed me over; if it wasn't for his quick reflexes I would've been a mess on the floor. "Ally, you should be asleep baby." He kissed my head and instantly soothed the jackhammers inside of it. His cooling touch revitalising me.

"I'm hungry." I admitted, trying to keep him from insisting I go back to sleep. He gestured towards the room service cart at the door and I rushed over, lifting the lid to reveal cold pizza. I smiled and took a massive bite from a piece, smiling at the taste of. New York pizza was to die for. "I think we should try and find Elliot." I said around a mouth of pizza and Austin grimaces at the thought.

"Ally, I don't think he wants to be found." He muttered but I refused to take no for answer, insisting that he was just scared and he obviously needs me. In the end I got him to agree to help me and together we devised a plan to get my brother back.

"This wig is ridiculous Austin, he's going to know its me." I looked at myself in the mirror, the blond wig looked as if it had come right out of a movie and Austin's own black mullet wasn't much better.

"He won't if you ply the part right." He looked at me and readjusted to wig a little as I pulled down the insanely short dress for the eighth time.

"I am not seducing my brother into coming back to our hotel, plus how do we know he's even here." I look around the back alley to the pub we're near, making sure no one could see us.

"My sources said he would be. Just trust me Ally, you don't have to kiss him, just bat your doe eyes at him and he'll be a goner. I'll be sat at the bar if anything goes wrong." He kissed my cheek and left me in the alley as he headed inside the pub. I sighed and adjusted my short dress one more time before taking a breath and entering the bar. The first thing to hit me was smoke and the smell of heavy cigars. I coughed the smoke form my lungs and then stood tall, trying to get into the role of confident hooker.

As if by magic I spotted my brother hunched over a pool table in the corner, two tattooed men flanking him as he took his shot. I felt scared for him but he just oozed confidence and grace, as if he belonged here. As I got closer I started to notice little things, like the scar above his lip that he never had before, or the way his muscles were larger than I remember. He looked rougher than the sweet older brother I remembered, the one who only got in fight to protect his little sister.

I sauntered over, putting all my effort into being the least bit sexy and gave him my best 'doe eyes'. "Hey sugar," I drawled, this was so wrong. "Wanna have some fun?" I winked and almost gagged.

"Well hello there darlin'," he sneered at me and I wanted to hit him in the head, yelling 'this isn't you lelliot!' instead I just smirked. "How much we talkin'?" he glanced at his 'friends' who all seemed to cheer him on.

"How about we discuss that back in my room? You game?" I was going to hurl.

"Sounds great, let me get my coat." He sauntered away, not before giving me a wink. Don't throw up Ally, don't throw up. I chanted as I headed for the door, making direct eye contact with Austin and the bar. He looked amazed and yet amused at the time, and a little bit proud. He would pay for that later.

We hopped into a cab and I told the driver the address, Elliot looked a little worried once he recognised where we were going and I knew he was hoping he could afford me. Gag.

Once we got out of the cab I gave a sly look to see my car and the man I loved had just pulled up across the street and I realised that the plan had worked. We had successfully played the cat for once.

The elevator ride was awkward, Elliot kept touching me and I had to remind myself not to scold him, I was a hooker right now. As soon as we hit my room I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it.

"Oh, you do want privacy huh?" Elliot pressed me against the door and started kissing my neck.

"Ew! Elliot stop!" I squealed I jumped away, ripping the wig from my head.

"Ally?" his eyes were like saucers, "Ally what the hell? Do you know how dangerous this is? I need to go." He ripped open the door before I could stop him, only to be welcomed by the smiling face of my husband.

"Hey Elliot, nice to see you. Don't know if you know this, but you're dead." Austin pushed him back inside, he whirled around to me and then back to Austin.

"Who are you? Ally what the hell is going on?" Elliot looked angry but he had no right, he was the one that went ghost for five years.

"You tell me. You're the one who died." I screamed and my brother sighed.

"Okay I'll tell you the truth but… you aren't going to believe me." Elliot looked between Austin and I and I knew that this was going to be one hell of a roller coaster ride.