AN: In the last chapter, Casey was shot as she was getting in her car, but as of now, her status is unknown. Now, her family and loved ones are dealing with the backlash of her current situation, and the plan that follows brings back some friends of Alexander's.

Chapter Two: Friend Request

That evening was going so well, but as Alexander was sitting in his clubhouse, at the head of the club table, talking business and other matters that pertained to his club, he felt like something horrible had happened. The others picked up on it, and no one had the courageousness to say anything. Jack, the club Vice President did, however.

"Look, Alexander, you seem to be thinking about something else, maybe we should cut this little get together short." Jack said, motioning for the other club members to leave so they can talk on their own. Once the room was clear, they sat there, and talked amongst themselves.

"What's up?" Jack asked him.

"I...I don't know. I think that something big has happened. Something terrible went down somewhere." Alexander said, his voice sounding ghost like.

"Come on. How would you know? You are sounding paranoid." Jack said, laughing. He was trying to ease his friend's spirits, but he really did sound a little paranoid.

"I am not." Alexander said. "You are acting as if I have no reason to be paranoid, not even in the slightest."

"If you are talking about what happened a couple of years ago, I get that, but nothing has happened since." Jack said.

Before Jack and Alexander could continue their conversation, they heard a commotion outside the room. Alexander and Jack were on guard, but Alexander's older sister, Melissa, a cop, bust into the clubhouse.

"Alexander! Listen! Casey has been shot! She's at the hospital!" Melissa blurted out. Alexander's eyes went wide as he heard the news that his sister just told him. He knew something happened because of the bad feeling that he had. Nothing worse about being paranoid than being right about a bad feeling.

"She is!? Shit!" Alexander screamed, following his sister who motioned for him to follow her out to the car that she has waiting for the two of them.

It was a frenzied and frantic drive to the hospital. Everyone, including Nora (her mom) George (Derek and Marti's dad and Casey step dad) knew what happened and they were already there. Once Alexander and Melissa arrived, he went to the counter, and demanded to know what room she was in. The siblings were told that she was in surgery. Melissa tore her worried brother away and into the waiting room with George and Nora.

"What did they tell you?" Melissa asked George and Nora.

"Nothing." George said after a deep breath. "She was walking to the car, and someone came behind her and shot her. They are telling us that it is a robbery gone bad. Melissa, do you think so?"

"I saw the scene briefly, but I don't think so." Melissa answered. "I don't think I am going to be on this investigation because the victim is my brother's girlfriend."

"Right, damn." George cursed under his breath.

"Where's the kids?" Melissa asked, looking around for the rest of the clan.

"Derek is with them at home." George answered.

"I'll call Seth and tell him to go and sit with them." Melissa said, taking out her cell phone and messaging her brother.

"Dennis knows what happened here?" Melissa asked him.

"He's out of town on business. He will be here as soon as he can." George said.

"Okay. If there is anything else that you or Nora need, let me know." Melissa said.

"Yeah, thank you." George said. George and Melissa continued to talk on one side of the waiting room, and that left Alexander and Nora on the opposite side of the room. Not that everyone was not feeling what was happening, but they, Nora and Alexander, were feeling and taking it really hard.

Alexander walked over to where Nora was sitting, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Nora saw him, and began to cry harder on his shoulder. All they could wonder is who would hurt their angel like this?

Alexander looked like hell, and he felt worse than he looked, obviously. All he could think about was the fact that someone tried to kill the girl that he loved, and that she was fighting for her life as he could only sit there, and wait for a word from anyone about Casey's condition. He was growing to hate this hospital, and that wasn't a shot at the hospital itself or anyone that worked there. See, this hospital specifically was the same one that his father was brought to when he had his heart attack, and when he died as well.

Also, when Alexander was shot a while ago, he was brought to this very same hospital, and he was here while he recovered briefly. He grew accustomed to being here, and it was not a good thing that he was able to say that, or being able to remember all the times that he was here.

Alexander continued to sit there, with his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down, or get his head in order. Nora, who was in and out of the waiting room, came back inside of that waiting room, and took a seat right next to Alexander.

"I have a request, and I want you to keep this between the two of us." Nora said, not looking at him.

"Okay, what?" Alexander asked her back.

"I know that George is going to be here soon, and he is going to more than likely try and put this on you." Nora began.

"Listen, Nora..." Alexander began to say, but Nora cut him off so that she could have continue.

"No, listen to me, and listen carefully." Nora said. "Nothing against your sister, and I know that she is going to try and find the son of a bitch that did this. What we all know is that you are going to find the bastard first. Make me this promise."

"Sure. What is it?" Alexander asked her.

"You find this guy, you kill the son of a bitch." Nora said.

"No worries. I will." Alexander said. Nora gave him a hug, and stood up and walked away.

MALIBU, CALIFORNIA

Michael Harris, and his fiancee, Miley Stewart, were doing various things in their apartment. While Michael was watching tv in the living room, Miley was sitting in their bedroom, putting clothes away after he did the laundry. Just as she was finishing up, Miley saw his cell phone ringing. Miley put the last of the clothes away, and answered it. She looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" Miley answered.

"Yeah, is Michael in?" An unfamiliar male voice asked. The voice on the other end sounded really tired, and kind of distressed.

"Um, yeah, he is. Hold on." Miley said. She walked out of the bedroom, and handed the phone to Michael.

"Who is it?" Michael asked.

"Beats me." Miley said, shrugging her shoulders. Michael saw the number, and wondered who could it be.

"Hello." Michael said.

"Michael, it's me." Alexander said. Michael knew who it was, and he had a feeling that there was a reason that there was a reason that he was calling. Michael stood up, and stepped out of the front door of his home.

"What's up?" Michael asked him.

"Casey's been shot." Alexander said.

"God, is she alright?" Michael asked him.

"She is still in surgery. I have no idea." Alexander said. Michael noticed that he sounded really tired, and ran down for some reason.

"What do you need?" Michael asked him.

"I need your help. How soon can you and David be out here?" Alexander asked him.

"I have to call him and set it up with David." Michael said. "I will call you back, and let you know."

"Alright. Thank you." Alexander said hanging up.

Michael sighed, and hung up the phone. He walked back into the apartment, and called out for Miley.

"Yeah? What's up?" Miley asked him.

"Remember when I went up to Canada to look for my old man?" Michael asked her.

"Yeah." Miley answered.

"Well, that was Alexander, the guy that helped me." Michael began. "His girlfriend has been shot, and he wants my help and David's in finding the guy that did it."

"God, so what are you going to do?" Miley said.

"I want to go and help him." Michael said.

"So go." Miley said. "At least it will be in returning the favor for when he helped you."

"Thanks." Michael said, giving her a quick kiss. "I have to go and call David to tell him what's going on."

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

David Falcone was jogging around Central Park, when he heard his cell phone ring. David looked at the number that was calling him, and saw that it was Michael. David stood still, and answered.

"Yeah Mike. What's up?" David said.

"David, we got a situation." Michael said.

"Situation? Situation how?" David asked.

"Casey McDonald was shot yesterday. Alexander wants us out there to help him investigate." Michael said.

"Shit. Okay, I am going to get my stuff, and I will be out there to get you." David said.

"Not to rush, but make it quick. I got the feeling that we might not even need to hide our powers on this." Michael said.

David gave an agreeing comment, and hung up his phone. David began his trek back to his home to get ready.

AN: Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more!