Chapter 3

Walt found himself in bed, Skyler and Walt JR looking at his, a concerned appearence on both of their faces.

"What happened?" Walt asked through the pain all around his body and a headache.

"Y-you were l-lying on the floor when I saw you, then when I shouted for m-mom you b-blacked out. What happened?" Walt JR replied.

"Don't worry yourself, son, it was nothing-" Walt began.

"What do you mean it was nothing? Walt, you were lying on the floor with a bleeding nose. That is something. Now are you going to tell us what the hell happened or do we have to keep guessing?" Skyler butted in.

Walt paused, thinking of something to say. He couldn't think of anything, and just looked up at his wife. She sighed and walked out, but Walt JR stayed.

"Dad, you can tell m-me what happened, I won't speak a w-word to mom." Walt JR said, desperate to find out what was going on. "Y-you seem like you don't want t-to talk about it, b-but you c-could at least repay me f-for convincing mom to not call t-the cops because I t-thought it was no big deal. B-but now I regret that."

Walt looked at his son. "I want you to tell her I was fixing the hole in the wall I had made when I fell on it earlier, but whilst I was fixing it, I tripped over my own feet and landed face first on my toolbox."

"S-she won't believe that, there was no t-toolbox there when I f-found you."

"Then tell her you cleared it away to give me space."

Walt JR hesitated, but then said, "Fine." Getting up, he slowly reached the doorway before turning to his dad and looking him in the eyes and asking, "Is that what r-really happened?"

"It's all I'm saying to you about it." Walt replied, smiling after he did so. Walt JR smiled back as he walked out of the room and Walt heard him talking to Skyler. After Walt JR was out of Walt's sight, his smile instantly left his face as he jumped up out of bed and snatched his cellphone off of the bedside table. He went to contacts and called Jesse. He just had a thought; what if the thief had stolen from where they stored the meth, aka hidden in the desert?

"Speak." Jesse answered as Walt got through to him.

"Jesse!" Walt blurted out. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Well, then, do it instead of announcing it." Jesse said, in a tone that indicated he was still mad at Walt but willing to listen to him.

"That guy who stole the pound of meth from your friend, what if he had stolen from the meth we hide in the desert?"

"I doubt it, okay, the guy was probably some deranged druggie who was high off his heels and broke into Pete's car, his ethics down the shitter, allright?"

"Jesse, you don't understand. I think the guy who stole it is one of us."

Jesse laughed in doubt. "Pfft. Yeah, sure, and who would that be?"

"Remember that guy, uh," Walt clicked his fingers trying to remember, "Gus! Yes, Gus, the guy who wanted us to work for him? We showed him where we stored the meth, which was foolish because we then declined his offer, and he seemed eager to get it and annoyed that we had said no to working for him. He could've easily stole it and sold it, because he knows how popular it is and how much people are willing to pay for it."

Jesse took this into consideration. "Alright, fine. I guess that could be possible. You wanna go take a look?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be outside your house in a second, just wait."

"Okay. Thanks. Bye." With that, Walt hung up, closing his cellphone and putting it in his pocket. Grabbing his jacket and putting on some shoes, he headed for the door, said bye to Skyler and Walt JR, and left. He saw Jesse and headed over, getting in. As they drove, they spoke.

"Sorry about earlier." Walt said, out of the blue.

Eventually, Jesse said: "I'm sorry too."

It was followed by silence up until the point where Jesse asked, "So, uh, how's life?" It came out awkwardly, though, as Jesse had never been good at small talk.

"Good, good." Walt said.

Changing the subject, Jesse said "Open the glovebox."

When Walt did, he found two loaded pistols. Closing it, he asked, "Why?"

"Just, y'know, in case the guy's there. If he is, I'll be happy to shoot a round up his ass before he scampers off onto more of the meth."

"I guess it never hurts to be prepared." Walt said.

As they reached the destination, Jesse eyed a figure near the meth, and he appeared to be stealing it.

"That motherfucker..." Jesse said, fuming with anger, as he grabbed a pistol, cocking it, and launched himself out of the car quickly. "HEY!" He yelled, whoever it was hearing and running off, dropping some of the meth. They headed for their car, and as soon as Jesse realised, he opened fire. "GET BACK HERE, BITCH!" Jesse yelled, as the back window smashed due to the gunfire. The whole time, Walt had grabbed his pistol and gotten out of the car, but was sheepish when it came to firing. The car screeched off into the distance. "Argh... DAMMIT!" Jesse said, mad at himself for not thinking of shooting a tyre. As they went closer, they saw some of the meth was gone and a trail of it was leading to where the car was.

"You know, you could've helped." Jesse snapped at Walt, mad at him for hanging back.

"You seemed like you had it, and when I realised you didn't, it was too late." Walt defended himself with. "We needed that guy alive to interogate him for who he was or what he was, and what did you do? Shoot the back window out his car and kill off chances of him coming back here ever again."

"There's other places where we store it." Jesse said. "He'll probably be heading there."

"Fine. Now come on, let's head there." Walt said, heading back to the car. As Jesse got in, the tyres spinned and they zoomed off, going after the person who was stealing it. But they found a group of people waiting for them, taking cover behind open car doors. Jesse and Walt had fallen into a trap; the person who was "stealing" their meth had basically been the guinea pig for a much larger operation.