It was amazing how slowly three hours could go.
Hannah had been sitting in the lab, staring into space, while the rest of the crime lab was working on finding out where Cleo was. Nick and Ray had set off for California, but no one knew where Trevor was.
No one except Hannah.
She was torn completely in half. She did love Trevor after all. But what he was doing to Cleo was just wrong. He saw how much this was tearing Greg up, and knew that Cleo was her friend.
She just couldn't help feeling that if this situation had been different, if it had been her who was being beaten and hurt, then no one would've cared. Nick would not be on his way to California, there would be no news reports, her parents would not be sitting with Catherine, discussing the situation. Because there would be no situation. Happy Hannah would be back in the lab tomorrow morning , and when she wouldn't turn up, there would be Cleo, who had listened to her last night, who would wonder where she was, then leave it until it was too late.
Hannah knew this was the depression talking. It was the little voice in her head, making her do the wrong thing. She started to cry, sobs wracking her fragile frame. Catherine saw Hannah sobbing, and carefully approached her.
"Hannah? What's wrong?" Hannah couldn't answer, her head was clouded with visions of Cleo, beaten and broken. Catherine wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl and held her.
"I know where Cleo is," Hannah coughed out, "and I don't know why I didn't tell anyone," the lie tasted bitter, "but I know." Catherine continued to hold her, and began to stroke her hair.
"Hannah, where is she?" Hannah looked at Catherine.
"My house."
III
When the police arrived at Hannah's house, as quickly as they could, Brass banged on the door, hoping desperately that Hannah hadn't been lying.
"Las Vegas Police, open up!" They all heard a noise, and the door slowly opened to reveal Cleo, her clothes torn and her face covered in blood.
"Hey everybody," she smiled slightly, "nice to see you," she swayed a little and giggled. "Sorry I didn't get dressed up, but I don't think this is my house…" And then she collapsed.
Short, I know, but I wasn't feeling incredibly inspired. Anyway, I want to get a Smallville New Year Fanfiction up, before tomorrow, so wish me luck…