Confession time: I have written most of the chapters in advance. I know I should update more reguarly, so I will. I wanted to make sure I had a story with an ending before uploading my first chapter. So here you go: another chapter uploaded about 5 minutes after I published chapter 4. I promise I'll try harder!
This would take place season 3 between 'Sin City' and 'Bedtime Stories'. Eric Kripke owns everything!
Joseph Stonewell never thought he would have the FBI turn up on his doorstep. But since his Becca had been missing…well, he didn't know what to expect.
He had been looking at a recent picture of her that had been taken recently at her sixteenth birthday party. She looked so happy and beautiful, just like her mother. Joseph felt the tears creep into his eyes, when he heard his doorbell ring.
He pushed himself up from his armchair, and limped towards the door. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Him and his late-wife, Mary-Anne, had met when they were slightly older, and they were both shocked to find out she was pregnant shortly after they had gotten married. But Rebecca was their little miracle. Joseph pulled himself back to the present, and opened the door to find himself looking at a young man in a suit.
"Good evening," he said, his tall frame making it awkward to stand on such a small porch. "Sorry to disturb you, but I'm Agent James Graham, from the FBI." He flashed his badge. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter."
Joseph nodded and stood aside to let him inside of his old house. "Don't you boys usually work in pairs? Or have I just seen too many movies?"
The agent laughed. "Yeah, we do. But my partner has…" Graham looked as though he was searching for the right word, "something else he's working on."
Joseph found it strange that Graham was here because he had already talked to the police, but he figured that the FBI's gotta do what the FBI's gotta do. "You want a cup of joe?" he asked, shutting the door after him.
"That would be great, thanks." was the reply. The agent settled himself onto the sofa, his height making him look very out of place once again. Joseph was rather short, and he figured that he must look like a dwarf next to this guy.
He watched the agent out of the corner of his eye as he made the coffee. Although he looked quite young, he looked mature as well. He calmly sat back and waited for Joseph to finish in the kitchen, looking around. He had brown hair that he was letting grow freely, and a kind countenance. But that wouldn't make what was coming next any easier.
Joseph brought over the coffee, settling himself back into his old chair. A nod of thanks was given. "So, what does the FBI want to know?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Could you tell us what your daughter was doing the night she disappeared?" Graham asked.
"Well, she had some homework to finish. So she went to an internet café, the one that's just a few blocks from here. Money's not been easy to come by, so we can't really afford all the new fancy technology." Joseph explained, making sure the FBI wouldn't arrest him for kicking his daughter out of the house to do homework. "Anyway, I told her to be home no later than eleven o'clock, and to keep her phone on all the time. That was the last time I saw Becca." He choked back a sob as the last few words came out of his mouth.
Graham looked slightly sad at the old man's pain, but he had to keep the questions going. "How come you didn't drive her there?"
"She usually goes there to do her work, and she always insists on walking. I think she likes some time to herself, you know, to think. But I asked her to call me if she wanted me to pick her up when she was done."
Graham digested this information and went on. "Is there any place that she might go, any place that could be important to her?"
Joseph was surprised he hadn't thought of looking in this place before. "There's this old house, near the edge of the woods. Becca and a few of her friends from around here used to play in it. Us parents banned them when we found out, but they'd still sneak out to go to it. It was kinda safe ten years ago, but I don't know what state it'd be in now. Probably just about falling over…" He trailed off, deciding that as soon as the agent left, he would go look for her there.
But it was as though the agent read his mind. "Mr. Stonewell, please promise me that you won't go looking for Becca there. If it's as unsafe as you said it is, I wouldn't want you to get injured."
A slightly crazy look came over Joseph's face. "But she's my daughter! I need to look for her-"
"I swear I'll be the one leading that search. I'll contact you immediately if there's any sign that someone could have been there in the past few weeks. But if I find you there, I'll have to…arrest you. OK?" Graham gave Joseph a caring but hard look, and the older man nodded and relaxed a little.
The agent sighed, glad that he had agreed, and glanced down at Joseph's hand, noticing a wedding ring. "Is your wife around? I'd like to ask her a few questions as well, if that's ok."
Joseph looked at the agent, surprised he was asking him this question. He was sure Graham would have looked up Becca's family before he'd arrived. "Um, you can't sorry. Mary-Anne passed last year. Drug over-dose."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." An awkward silence followed, no man too sure of what to say next.
"I'll get you my phone number if you just wait a minute, so you can call me if you find her." Joseph stood up and shuffled over to the desk that was in the corner of the room. He grabbed a piece of paper and, after a brief search, a working pen. He scribbled down his number and gave it to the agent.
"Thanks. Well, I'd better be going. Thanks for your time, Mr. Stonewell. I promise I'll call." They stood and Joseph shook the agent's hand, and then led him to the door. Graham opened it, and the heat from Joseph's small fireplace escaped into the night air.
There you have it! It was kind of a filler, but some information from it is important, so keep it in mind!