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Roger pov:

"Don't tell me to fucking relax, Collins! this is bullshit!" I screamed, pacing around the loft, anger rising higher and higher in my chest. If this goes on any longer, I wont be able to breathe properly.

Why was I so riled up? It started a few minutes ago. Mark had been gone for nearly three months at this point. Apparently, Mimi saw that the police finally took action, in putting up Two fliers in central park. Two.

I expected them to ignore us, but this only made me more pissed. Mark could be out there somewhere, screaming in agony, begging for help, and the most they could do was two fliers? I might as well have commissioned a five year old to give me an ameture sketch of my long lost boyfriend to hand out to people. (By the way, he's pretty fucking short, looks like a dork, and has blond hair in case anyone wants to take up the job.)

"Roger, sit down! freaking out isn't going to help! i'm just as angry as you are." Collins reminded me, tugging me back onto the couch. I tried to jump to my feet once more, but he flashed me with a stern expression, and I knew it was best to just listen. I sighed as he continued. "Listen… Maureen and Joanne are going to hand out more fliers this afternoon. We've been coating the entire city with them for weeks… we're doing the best we can." he looked at me a moment longer. "I know Mark means a lot to you… but you need to understand, you're not the only one missing him." He sat beside me on the couch, and put an arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah… I guess…" I murmured quietly. He blinked, shaking his head. His tone softened.

"Maureen broke down last week… I didn't know how to handle it…" I looked at him with curiosity. Maureen was a drama queen at times, but she never went so far as a full scale break down before. Collins saw my surprise, and nodded. "I was out with them both… giving out fliers… and Maureen stopped to look at one, and the next thing I know, shes screaming into Joanne's shirt, and shaking. Joanne followed suit a little while after. I walked them both home, but it was scary. Joanne isn't the emotional type."

I looked away in anger. "Of all the people to take… why did it have to be him? Collins, it should have been me… I could have held my own… I would have escaped in a day… who knows if he's even still alive? even if he did put up a fight, he wouldnt stand a chance…" Collins was silent for awhile.

"I dunno Rog… Life always has a way of screwing us over, it seems… but listen… you gotta stay positive… sometimes no news is better than bad news. Theres a chance Mark is okay, and that's what you need to think about now. Would he ever give up on you?" I responded without even thinking.

"Never." Collins offered a gentle smile, and patted my shoulder.

"Mark is our boy. We're bringing him home, and hopefully, we can get a crack at whoever took him away in the first place." I nodded.

"God help whoever that happens to be…"

Later on, as night fell, Maureen and Joanne walked in, abandoning their coats. Pretty soon, the weather would be warming up. Mark disappeared around the end of January. It was now the beginning of April. The thought of a roasting summer alone was enough to make me gag.

"Hey guys…" Joanne murmured. I nodded to them both, going into the kitchen to make some coffee. Maureen ran over to me, as she always did, and hugged me tight around my waist. I ruffled her hair gently.

"How'd it go?" I asked. She looked down sadly.

"We couldn't find any leads on that Jason guy… besides people at the bar, this guy seems to have come from thin air…"

"He was in Scarsdale until he decided to make a move." I reminded gently. "This sick fuck has had this plan for a long time." I handed Maureen a cup of coffee, and brought one to Joanne. She sat at the table, flipping through the fliers, and another group of important looking papers. I leaned over, taking a peak. "What's all this?"

She looked up at me. "All of our leads so far. The farthest we've gotten is Jason's old address… Benny's friend left for Scarsdale last night… he's got connections with the police department up there, so maybe if we're lucky, he can poke around Jason's old place, and find something useful." I watched her shuffle the files some more. We could only hope.

"What I don't get is…" began Collins, taking a seat beside the lawyer. "Why would this Jason character take Mark for no reason? I could understand ransom, or some sort of leverage, but he's covering his tracks, and disappearing just like that…" I slammed my fist down on the table, and everyone jumped.

"What the fuck does it matter why? don't you get it Collins? hes sick in the fucking head! Mental illness is one thing, but this guy is just a lunatic! he's probably picking at Mark like some sick teenager dissecting a fucking bird!" I ran a hand through my hair. We all were quiet for a few minutes.

"He couldn't have gotten Mark That far…" began Joanne. "If he's as clever as we're giving him credit for, he's gonna know trying to head back to scarsdale would be a mistake. We have his old address."

"But staying in the area would be a bad move too! we're looking everywhere!" argued Maureen. Collins spoke up.

"Unless the slippery bastard is hiding in plain sight, since he knows the cops around here arent gonna do shit." I took a long sip of my coffee. The thought of Mark being just under my nose made me want to scream.

"We won't be able to do much until Benny's friend gets back to us…." concluded Joanne with a yawn.

"You two can stay the night. It's too late to walk home." Collins decided, and I got to my feet, intent on giving them some blankets and pillows for the couch. Once they were both set up, and curled up together, I sat myself on the windowsill, staring out onto the city. Mark's camera sat idly in my hands. I turned it over, examining it slowly. I eventually clutched it close to my chest. It made me feel better somehow. Mark would be pretty upset if he did make it home, and his camera was damaged. I made a mental note to keep it clean, and safe. I pulled his scarf from my pocket, and wrapped it around my neck gently.

Collins walked over. "Goodnight Roger." he whispered, ruffling my hair, and giving the scarf a gentle tug. "If you need anything, let us know. Don't stay up too late." I watched him as he retreated into the spare room. He had been staying with me ever since Mark disappeared. I prefered it that way. I dont think I could have made it this far alone.

Two months was a decent chunk of time. Wherever Mark was now, I hope he knew I was still looking for him. I wouldnt stop until I found him, or something worse… I tried not to think about that part. A pang of sadness in my chest made me cringe. God, I missed him. I wondered what was on his mind right now. Please come home I silently begged.