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Pacey's POV:

Our memory lane trip had ended and Dawson had put in his "main feature". I wasn't really surprised with ET came up on the screen. At least he hadn't picked Jaws. I don't think any of us really needed even a remotely scary movie tonight.

Looking over at Andie who sat on the couch next to me, I could still see the worry on her face. Something about the storm was scaring her but she hadn't volunteered anything so I didn't pry. Especially seeing as I really hadn't got a chance to talk to her away from Joey and Dawson.

Andie looked from the tv screen to me. A slight smile came to her face as she caught me looking at her. I smiled back and then went back to the movie. Silently, I cursed myself for ever letting her go.

I had let her go all because she had made one mistake. In my eyes, Andie had been perfect. The angel who had saved my life. I had thought she was incapable of making a mistake and so when she had it had shattered that vision of her. I hadn't been able to forgive her that one transgression despite all the mistakes I had made in my short life.

I had long ago seen the errors of my ways. Figured out that despite the hurt I felt, there was still part of me that loved her. I didn't think I had the right though to try to win her back. Yes she had cheated on me but we were young and she had admitted it. I should have been willing to forgive back then but I hadn't been mature enough too. Why should she take me back now?

It was then that I heard my cell phone, which was sitting on the coffee table at this point, ring. I reached out and checked the screen, half expecting it to be Doug checking up on me. Instead I saw my Dad's number on the screen. My Dad rarely called me. In fact the last time had been about three months ago and I couldn't even remember why he had called.

"Excuse me," I told my friends standing up. I headed out of the living room and into the entry hallway to take the call.

"Hey Dad what's up?" I asked answering the call.

"When is the last time you talked to your brother Pacey?"

"Earlier tonight," I told him. "He stopped by the restaurant near the beginning of his shift to let me know he was working tonight."

"And you haven't heard from him since?"

"No." I told him, not mentioning the fact that he hadn't been at all happy with me when he had left Leery's Fresh Fish.

"Damn," my dad muttered under his breath. I wasn't sure he had even meant for me to hear it.

"Dad what's going on?"

"The storms getting really bad. I recalled all the officers but Doug never acknowledged the order."

I felt my heart in my throat, recalling the last conversation I had with my brother. Those weren't the last words I wanted him to have heard from me.

"You've got people looking for him right Dad."

"I told you Pacey, I'm recalling everyone because of the storm. I can't afford to lose any other officers."

"For christs sake Dad, this is your son we're talking about."

"I don't have the luxury of making these decisions because of my personal feelings Pacey. I need to do what is best for all the officers under me and if it was any other officer that is what I would do. As soon as the storm lets up we'll get a search started."

"It might be too late by that time."

"We can only pray that it isn't."

I wanted to yell at my father. Beg him to start the search now. I knew it wouldn't get me anywhere though.

"If you hear from Doug let me know."

"Yeah sure."

"Pacey don't go doing anything stupid."

"I'll talk to you later Dad," I answered not bothering to make a promise that I knew I wouldn't keep.

I ended the call and turned to go back into the living room to tell my friends what was going on. I didn't have to go that far as I turned and found them gathered in the doorway to the living room.

"What's going on Pace?" Dawson asked.

"Doug's missing," I told them turning toward the closet and getting my coat. "He hasn't checked in, they can't get him on the radio, and Dad's recalled all the officers because of the storm and won't start a search until the storm lets up."

"But its his son," Andie said clearly confused.

"Yeah well that's the thing about my Dad his job comes before his family," I told her zipping up my coat.

"You're not going out there are you?" Joey asked.

"He's my brother Joey."

"You don't even know where to look!"

"Sure I do. We know he took Jen out to your place Joey so I head out that way," I replied heading over to where my boots are.

"Did he even get Jen out to the B & B?" Joey asked.

I hadn't even thought about it.

"I don't know," I told her.

"I'll come with you," Dawson said even as Joey was making a call on her cell phone, probably trying to get a hold of Jen.

"No, Dawson. Stay here with Joey and And . . ." I stop as I notice that Andie has her coat in her hands and is putting it on. "What are you doing?"

"Coming with you," Andie replied dead serious. I can still see fear in her eyes but I can also see the determination.

"No. Its too risky."

"And if he's hurt Pacey, what then? I may only be a med student but I do have my first responder certification and I know a hell of a lot more than you."

"She has a point," Dawson says sticking up for her.

"Okay," I say giving in. 'Jack is going to kill me,' I add silently to myself.

Andie and I hurriedly put on our winter garb. Hurrying into the kitchen I grab Doug's extra set of keys to his SUV which would handle better in the snow than my little car.

"Jen said he dropped her off no more than a half hour ago," Joey told me as I came back into the hallway.

"Okay," I said relieved that at least Jen was safe. "You ready?" I ask looking at Andie.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she tells me.

"Then let's . . . Dawson I thought I told you to stay here," I said noticing that Dawson is just slipping on his gloves.

"I will, but I'm going to at least help you clear the car of snow."

"Thanks," I said grateful for the help.

Ted Hipkins POV:

I am so glad that Sheriff Witter called us in. The roads where white, especially outside of the downtown area. I hadn't even seen anyone else out in awhile. For a change it seemed as if most people were staying inside.

Parking the squad in the snow covered parking lot behind the station, I turned it off and got out. Even though I'd still have to finish out my shift, with any luck it would be in the warmth and safety of the station.

The spot light above the back door of the station was like a beacon, as I really couldn't make out the building through the falling snow. I was at the steps before it became visible. Walking up the steps, I open the back door and walk inside.

"Hipkins is back," I heard one of my co-workers shout as I walk inside, stamping my feet to try and knock some of the snow off the boots.

"That's everyone who is accounted for then," one of the rookies said to Hopkins, who nods and heads to the sheriff's office.

"What did he mean by everyone who's accounted for?" I ask George Dryson who is the closest to me.

"Doug never acknowledged the order to return to the station," George replied. "No one is sure where he is at."

"Then why aren't we out there looking for him."

"Sheriff feels its too dangerous. He won't authorized it until the storm lets up."

"Well screw that," I mutter turning to head back out the door. I can't believe that John Witter could actually make that decision. Granted we all know that he isn't the ideal father, we've all seen his interaction with both Pacey and Doug to know that, but still.

"Ted wait," George says grabbing my arm. "As much as I hate to say it, he has a point. The only thing a search at this point would accomplish is to get more of us stuck out there. Visibility is practically zero out there."

"But . . ."

"I know he's your friend. Look we're all worried about him but going out there isn't going to help him any if we get ourselves into trouble. A group of us had been talking about it, and we've decided to take turns clearing off the squad cars. As soon as visibility improves and the snow lets up some we're heading out whether Sheriff Witter thinks its time or not. Right now though we wouldn't accomplish anything."

With a sigh, I lean back against the wall. George let go of my arm apparently satisfied that I'm not going to head for the door. I know he's right but that doesn't make the decision any easier.