D-G: Sorry for the late update. I was ill, then my poor doggy, and i have so much work to get on with it's ARGH!./bangs head on desk/

"Yes, Master McGregor? May I help?" The receptionist asked Johnny.

"I need to see the CCTV cameras."

"Sir, I'm afraid-"

"Everyone must get over phobias. Now just show me, damnit!" Johnny growled. "And if you do so, you'll be so rich, you won't have to work ever again!"

The woman nodded numbly under his withering glare and gestured him behind the desk and into the back room. The far wall was covered in television screens and beneath them was a man sitting before a desk.

"Sir, may I ask why you need to see them?" The woman asked.

"I need to see a person… he walked by only a few minutes ago… I need to see where he's heading…" The woman nodded and whispered something in the man's ear.

He fiddled with a few buttons before the screens started to rewind.

"Stop!" Johnny yelled.

The screens paused immediately. The Scottish lad slowly walked up to one of the monitors and pointed.

"There he is…" He murmured. "I need you two to follow him and see where he disappears off the monitors all together."

The woman and man nodded and the security officer resumed the tapes again. The male Johnny had bumped into walked along with his 'father' until they hailed down a cab.

"Pause it." Johnny commanded. He pulled out his phone and keyed in the number plate of the black taxi as well as the company registration. He nodded to them. "Thank you. You will be rewarded. Now keep your pie holes shut, got it?"

"Yes sir."

The sun had set by the time Enrique and Robert walked into Johnny's hotel room…

Well, okay, I use 'walked' in a broad way. Robert walked in… Enrique sort of staggered in.

Robert turned his back on the blonde to hand his coat up on the coat stand. "You may want to-" He turned round to see Enrique sprawled on the couch, asleep. "-lie down…" He finished feebly.

"Robert, Enrique, you're finally here."

Robert turned to see Johnny. The Scottish boy looked almost as tired as Enrique.

"Well, I'm here… Enrique…" He glanced behind him. "Give him time to rearrange himself."

Johnny nodded.

"Did you track the boy down?" Robert asked.

Johnny nodded with a sigh. "Yes. Took a while. I had to find where he went. On the hotel's CCTV, it showed him getting into a cab with his father… I rang the cab's company and found out where it went; which is the Prince Edward Hotel. I rang the Prince Edward and found out his name is Winter Thomas and his father is Martin Thomas. They're staying in the hotel until Friday, so that gives us three days." Johnny sighed. "I can't believe it…"

"Johnny," Robert murmured softly, guiding him to a chair, "this lad is called Winter - not Oliver. It may not be him."

"It has to be…" Johnny buried his face in his hands. "God, it was like looking at an Oliver that had been brainwashed or something…"

Robert sighed. "Johnny, get some rest. We'll deal with this in the morning."

"What about Enrique?"

"We'll leave him there. I shall take the covers from a bed and make sure he doesn't freezes during the night."

Johnny hesitantly nodded and stood, walking through one of the bedroom doors.

'This is getting strange…'

D-G: I am truly sorry for shortness. I will try to make the next chapter longer, more interesting and quicker

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