Hey, everyone. Kris here.

I have an important message.

I will be taking a hiatus from fanfiction. This includes all rp threads being paused as well. I wont be gone for long, and ill come back to update this fic, as its already written out fully, but all other chapter fics are being placed on hold. School started again, as did stage crew, and Im fucking busy. Please understand. Ill possibly be back on holidays or update occasional one-shots, but for the time being, you wont be seeing much of me. I apologize. The support and love ive received in feedback from you guys is overwhelming. Again, im not leaving for good, but rather, taking a break to focus on my studies. Thanks for always loving my work! bigger and better things to come soon.

-Two months later-

Roger pov:

After the unit had been deployed, they had been searching for awhile, but still hadn't found Jason. Plenty of people had confirmed Mark was in the area, but the captain refused to get search warrants until the results came in.

The phone rang. I sighed, walked over, and picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Roger Davis?" the man's voice on the other side of the phone sounded professional. I felt my heart race.

"Yes, it is."

"We need you to come down to the station right away. We got the results back from the DNA tests, and it says we can't view them without you present."

I felt myself choke up.

"I'm on my way."

An hour later, I stood with Joanne, Collins, Maureen, and the police captain. The medical examiner handed me the envelope. I took a deep breath, and opened it.

I dropped it at once with a laugh of happiness, and hugged Collins tightly.

They came back negative.

The body that washed up wasn't Mark. I was feeling so many things at once. Alive. He was fucking alive. I smiled at the captain.

"You have to get search warrants! we have to look in every house! Jason has Mark, and Mark is alive!"

He sighed, knowing I was right.

"Alright… we'll start first thing in the morning." He paused. "We've pulled up Jason's record. He's been in and out of mental health treatment for years. When we do arrest him, if he has Mark… we'll have to put him into a facility right away."

"I don't give a shit what you do with him… I want my boyfriend back." I said with a bit of a snarl.

"Patience, Roger." Joanne reminded me gently. I sighed. I had been waiting for eight months. My patience had run out.

However, as we left the station, I couldn't help but feel excited. Jason was running out of places to go. Even if he tried to run, the police investigating would catch up to him.

Hang on, Mark… we're coming.