Roland

"Sir, her clothing has been found. It was at the bottom of a ravine in the Alps." A young man informed Roland. "They only things missing are her undergarments." The man finished.

Roland dismissed the young man with a wave of his hand before turning back to the woman in front of him. "I am truly sorry Mary. I had no idea this would happen." Roland said, there was no sound of remorse in his voice.

The woman nodded and continued to gaze out the window. She finally turned and met Roland's cool gaze.

"I don't care if all they bring back to me is her body. I want my daughter returned to me." The woman finally spoke, and with that swiftly exited the room.

Roland watched her go, there was still no remorse radiating from him.

Griffin's POV

I Jumped back to the bathroom just long enough to remove any evidence that Sophie had been there. Making sure that there was no stray hair hanging about that could identify her. After eight minuets I was satisfied and Jumped back to the secure holding room where I had left Sophie. It was the one place I knew she couldn't escape from and couldn't find any weapons in either.

But by no means was I ready for what greeted me when I returned to retrieve her from the safety room in which I had left her, to be safe. Or maybe just so she couldn't find any weapons to attack me with when I went back for her... in the dark.

...

"Sophie." I called quietly into the light-less room.

"Griffin?" Sophie asked.

Only moments earlier I had heard her sobbing. Now she was sniffling out my name.

"Griffin?" She called again,

"Over here." I replied stepping closer, clicking on a flashlight.

I watched her clamber unsteadily to her feet. "Oh Griffin," Sophie sobbed and threw herself into my arms. "I thought you had left me." She sobbed and sobbed into my shirt, soaking me through and through.

"Shh, I'm not going to leave you... never again." I mummered the last part under my breath, stroked her hair soothingly. This seemed to quiet her a little. "Take a breath Sophie."

Surprisingly, she did as I instructed and she took a deep breath.

I squeezed her closed and Jumped us back to the bedroom. I laid Sophie out under the covers and waited until she was asleep. Emotionally exhausted.

The entire time I was holding her I didn't fail to notice she didn't have any clothes on.

Sophie's POV

When I awoke I sensed Griffin's comforting weight at the end of the bed.

"Here. I got you some new clothes." Griffin said and tossed me a bundle. And with that he was gone.

I was surprised. Surprised he didn't make some comment about helping me get dressed. Surprised he was letting me be alone in a room where there were undoubtedly weapons lurking everywhere.

To be honest I was a little hurt he hadn't made some sort of snaky comment before leaving me.

I put my surprise aside and quickly changed into the oversized white t-shirt, extremely large gray sweatshirt, and very tight black sweatpants.

After changing I realized I was still tired, but now I was no longer cold. How thoughtful of Griffin to pick out something warm instead of see-through.

I turned and came face to face with Griffin.

"Where are your under things?" He asked, his face blank.

"Right here." I stammered and handed him my 'under things'.

Griffin took thing and vanished. A moment later he was back. Empty handed.

"What did you do with them?" I left them, very curious but trying not to sound that way.

"I left them on top of the Eiffel tower." Griffin replied solemnly from his spot on the bed.

"Is that what you do with all the under garments belonging to girls you've brought home?" I asked, partly teasingly.

"Sweetheart, you are the only girl I've ever brought home." Griffin said, standing and crossing the room to come face to face with me as he said it.

I opened my mouth to say something but no word came out.

Finally I was able to speak, "You must always spend the night at the girl's house then." I stated, unconsciously trying to get him to deny it.

"Either at her house or in a hotel." Griffin replied.

I opened my mouth to admonish him but before I could he glided past me out of the room.

Standing in the doorway he turned his head ever so slightly and looked back at me, "You want breakfast or not?" He asked and continued on without waiting for my answer.

"Heck yeah," I said aloud and followed him out the open doorway.

Roland

"Sir, Her under garments have been found." The man hesitated.

"Yes." Roland replied, spinning, in his chair behind a large desk, to face the young man.

"The garments are ripped to shreds and covered in blood. Only time will tell but... it is most likely hers."

Roland accepted this calmly and silently.

Mary, on the other hand, did not, "That bastard!" She shouted and stormed out of the room. Hiding her tears well.

"Dismissed." Roland waved his hand.

The young man vanished as fast as a normal human can.

Sophie's POV

By the time I reached the kitchen Griffin had Jumped to a restaurant, stolen plates of food and Jumped back. I knew all of this because my big mouth asked.

"How did you prepare all of this?" I asked, glancing around at the 'kitchen which was nothing more than a bar with two mismatching stools. I figured that one of them was a new addition added since my arrival.

"I took it from a small little dinner in Canada... Ontario." Griffin added at my shocked expression.

"Don't people notice to missing plates of food?" I asked, shocked. My mouth hanging open and the eggs I'd been about to devour hung mid air.

"No." Griffin said. He sighed and continued at my unsatisfied expression, "The chef is a wee bit superstitious, the bloke actually prepares me three or four different plates of food every morning. Today was the first time I took more than one plate." Griffin added, rubbing his stubble covered chin.

"You should shave." I blurted.

Griffin's shocked expression told me that my comment was very unexpected.

Griffin finally swallowed his shock and said, "Well, since there is no one but you to see me I think I will be just fine."

"What, no friends?" I asked jokingly.

"Well, only one, and he left me in between to electrical poles in the middle of a war zone." I waited for him to laugh, but he never did.

"Oh. My. God. You aren't joking." I stammered.

"What would I do that!" Griffin exclaimed.

I opened my mouth to reply but Griffin cut me off by holding up his hand.

"Just shut up and eat your breakfast."

"Fine. I will." I said haughtily.

I failed to see Griffin's hidden smirk behind his glass of orange juice.

David's POV

"I'll get it." I called as the phone continued to ring. "Hello," I answered.

"Your sister was kidnapped. Your old friend Griffin is believed to have her."

"Mom?" I asked but the line had already gone dead.

I stared down at the receiver in my hand.

"Who was it?" Millie came in with Will in her arms.

"I- I- no one." I finally said, tuning away. Unsure of what to do but sure of that fact that I wouldn't get Millie involved in it. Not this time.

...

I had spent the last four weeks trying to figure out where 'my old friend Griffin's new lair was. Finally I had found it.

"Ah ha!" I shouted locating something I knew no other person would able to pick out. Something so specific to Griffin that you would have to know the guy really well to find him based on this and nothing else.

I walked to the closed and pulled out a parka that I had bought two-and-a-half weeks ago. I tucked the heavy blue coat under my arm and walked out to my car. I had already written and left a note for Millie explaining where I was going. I knew I would have hell to pay when I returned but for now I really didn't care.

I was off to rescue the sister I had never known, and had only see once before in my life.

"Look out Griffin, my older brother instincts seem to have just kicked in." I said as I sped down the interstate, trying to get as far away from home as possible before I Jumped.

Mary's POV

It had been over a month since my little girl had been taken from me. I had gotten so desperate that I had done something I never thought I would do... I called David.

I closed my eyes, remembering the sound of his voice. Only one short word had I allowed time for him to say, "Hello."

"Oh how much you sound like your father." I whispered. "Your father too my little Sophie." I said and a tear fell from my eye. "I only wish you could have known him. Now its too late." I whispered, another tear falling from my eye.

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