Greg was really worried.
Cleo hadn't turned up to their date, and hadn't called him to cancel.
He knew that it wasn't a rejection. She seemed as crazy about him as he did about her, and she had suggested the date. He'd cleaned up the apartment, showered, put on the new clothes he'd bought especially, and waited. He'd even rented her favourite film.
But she wasn't there. And it was coming up to eight.
When Greg turned up at the lab, Nick had made some joke about how he couldn't believe Cleo had rejected him, although he had expected it… Then he saw the look on Greg's face.
"Have you seen Cleo? She hasn't turned up to my place yet." Nick shook his head looking at the clock as he did so.
"Wasn't she meant to be there, like, an hour ago?" Greg nodded, and Nick racked his brains for an excuse for the alternative Lab Tech. "Maybe she's still getting ready…?" But Greg had begun shaking his head before Nick had even finished his sentence.
"Cleo hates being late, as in, she'll freak if we're thirty seconds late to something. Come on dude, can't you give me something?"
"Man, you know my rep with woman. It's not good. Everyone I've gone out with, something's gone horribly wrong." Greg cried out in frustration and turned toward the lab. Hannah was still there, probably burning something, and Greg suddenly realised that if anyone knew where Cleo had gone, she would.
"Hannah!" the younger girl jumped, turning to face Greg.
"God Sanders, ever heard of knocking?" Hannah was a completely different person around Greg, sarcastic and cruel. It was rumoured that she had liked him, and him going out with Cleo was completely his fault, all the pain that she felt, everything.
"Where's Cleo?" she looked at him incredulously, which annoyed Greg even more, "where is she Young? She didn't turn up at my place an hour and a half ago, and don't give me some crap, about how she was getting ready, cos I know she wasn't." Hannah looked shocked.
"But… she left here at six. She was looking forward to it. She said goodbye, hugged me, told me to call her tomorrow and clocked out." Greg began to pace back and forth, "have you called her?" He almost began to laugh, but didn't.
"What do you think I've been doing since six forty five? Playing hang man on my computer?" Hannah ignored the sarcastic comment, and pulled out her own phone. She called Cleo, expecting her to go straight to voice mail. But it didn't.
"Hello Hannah." Hannah's heart stopped. Greg looked at her, his eyes widened, and he went to grab the phone. She stopped him, staring into space.
"Trevor." She heard sobbing in the background, and he brain was suddenly in gear. She knew no one else could talk to her boyfriend, especially not Greg, who looked completely insane at that very moment. "Where are you?"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know, you liar," Hannah shut her eyes.
"What did I do this time? And what does Cleo have to do with any of this?" She heard Trevor laugh. It was not his normal laugh, it was now evil.
"Oh wouldn't you like to know you slut. I knew I should have come to Vegas with you, I knew that I could've kept an eye on you if we were in the same state." She opened her eyes and looked at Greg, who was now talking to Nick. This was not going well for her…
"Look, baby, I don't what happened, but I love you. Why do you think I would be thinking of anyone but you?" She pulled the phone away from her ear, put the phone on loudspeaker and called Greg over. She gestured at him to be quiet, and continued to talk to her psychopathic boyfriend. "Why have you taken my best friend anyway? If you wanted to get back and me, you could've got me. You're hurting a load of people by doing this Trevor." Greg looked at Hannah as if she was completely insane.
"But that's what I want to do Han. Hurt the people who took you away from me, well, the one person who stole your heart…" Realisation hit Hannah like a brick wall. Of course…
"Trevor, listen to me," she could hear the urgency in her voice, and knew that Trevor could too, "he was just a crush. He was nice to me on my first day of work, I thought he was cute. It was nothing that you should be worried about." Nick was now in the lab, looking at Hannah incredulously, "and anyway, why would I want him? He's not as good looking as you…"
"Oh shut up slut!" Trevor screamed down the phone, "you are cheating on me, and you know it! So now she," they heard Cleo scream in pain, "gets to suffer for it."
"Why are you doing this?" Greg yelled down the phone. They all heard Trevor give a wheezy laugh, and Nick had to restrain Greg from punching the phone.
"Because you did the same to me." The phone beeped as Trevor hung up, and Greg punched the lab desk. Nick began to pace back and forth when Catherine entered.
"Why's everyone so hung up? You're all supposed to be off by now." Hannah looked at Catherine and tried to blink the tears away.
"Cleo's been kidnapped," the sobs took over her, "and it's all my fault."