A/n: Sorry I haven't up a new chapter I'm having a little trouble on how to get the part where I'm at in this story to where I want it to be. The bridge hasn't been made yet, The next chapter will probably be bigger, this one would of been longer but I felt like I needed to update and give you a small chapter. Just be patient I'm going to try and get Chp 8 out this weekend.

Italics are thoughts, emphasis, texts, writing, email, when reading something, memories, flash backs, and thats about it hope you get the idea.

Degrassi's back!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, just this story idea.

So here is Chapter 7 of Holding Back the Truth. (:

Chapter 7: These Little Moments of Happiness

Adam's POV

"Well? Who was it?" I asked her starting to become inpatient.

Tyler jumped up and gave me a tight squeeze. Pulling away, the smile still on her face, she let go of me and shouted out, "They found him! He's okay, they found him Adam!" Was I happy for her? Yes, she was so excited about the news she had just gotten. Did I know what she was talking about? Not really, I had to think back to all of our previous conversations. Then it hit me and I felt like an idiot for not knowing what she was saying.

This him, was her brother, her brother was Liam, he was lost, and now he was found.

It was like a game of connect the dots.

"Wow Tyler! That's great!"

"I know!" She reached over pulling me into another tight hug before she went running inside of the Goldsworthy house, probably to tell the rest of the family her great news.

Tyler's POV

I burst through the front door and went straight to Eli's room because he was the only other person who was home. Sliding to a stop in front of his door I had to grab a hold of the handle so I wouldn't fall, regaining my balance I went to open the door. Turning my hand to the left I stopped, remembering my manners and how last time I went into his room without knocking; didn't work out so well. Releasing the doorknob, I made a fist and pounded loudly on his door instead.

The door swung open leaving me faced with a very angry looking Eli. "What do you want?" He was already annoyed with me and I hadn't even told him the great news yet. Hopefully that would change his mood.

"He's alive! I got this call with Adam and he's okay, they have him and he's safe Eli!" I rambled everything out but somewhere between my brain and my mouth, the words had gotten jumbled, and some got lost on the way down. Therefore, what came out made absolutely no sense.

"What? Is Adam okay?" I sighed walking into his room with him still asking questions about Adam.

I turned around to face him, "Yes! He's fine! That's not who I was talking about Eli!"

"Then who were you…?" Then his face changed, as a light bulb had gone off inside his head. "No, you…you, can't be serious Tyler. Are you sure?"

"Heck yeah I'm sure! Why else would I be telling you?" I replied almost shouting.

My cousin's facial expression changed once again for about the fifth time in the last three minutes, this time it matched mine. Joy. I tossed him his coat but he threw it back down on to his floor. I sighed rolling my eyes at him, this time I tossed him his keys. He caught them with one hand, not throwing them down on the ground too, finally getting the message I was trying to send him. Nodding he grabbed his phone and we were out of the room and on our way to the door.

Stepping out into the bright sunny day, I breathed in deep while closing my eyes. When I opened them, Eli was already halfway to the car. Running to catch up with him, I saw Adam standing on the sidewalk confused. Making my way over to him I said, "Were going to go get him, okay? I'll call you later." I gave him another hug, the third one so far and went rushing to the open car door. Not giving Adam the chance to say anything but just nod before he took off on his bike. Getting in I pulled the door shut behind me. Eli turned the key and pulled out of the driveway at top speed, in the opposite direction that Adam had went.

"Okay so where to?"

"The police station." He nodded making a left and then a right. I figured it was a good time that I explained what had happened to him. "So I was hanging out with Adam and my phone rang and when I answered it the person said that he was Officer Nelson and he had news for me about my family. Though he wouldn't say about who so the first thing I thought was something had happened To CeCe or Bullfrog and they tried calling the house and you didn't hear the phone because the music was so loud." I had to stop and take a breath.

During this time, Eli decided to speak, "My music is not loud."

"Oh yeah then why do we get complaints from the neighbors huh? Explain that Eli." I answered crossing my arms over my stomach.

Without missing a beat, Eli replied, "Because they don't know what good music really sounds like."

Rolling my eyes, I chose not to say to him what I had thought when he said that. Instead, I continued with my story about what had happened in such a short span of time. "Anyways, I asked what family he was talking about. He said one word, Liam. Then I panicked again, because he was taking way to long to get to the important stuff, like if he was dead of alive. After asking him about a thousand more questions I found out that Liam was alive and safe at the police department where we were suppose to come and pick him up at. Also get this; the person that kidnapped him was the freaking priest!"

Eli's hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel making his knuckles go white. Under his breath I could hear him say, "I told them that there was something was wrong with him, but no they didn't believe me just because I'm Atheist,"

"Eli…" I put a hand on his shoulder while we were stopped at a red light but he shook it off, "we don't even know that he's the one who…who ki-ki-k did that awful thing."

"Well don't be surprised when you find out that he did!" pulling into the parking lot outside of the police station Eli got out slamming his door hard leaving me in the car alone to sulk. Stepping out I followed him inside.

Walking in through those double doors sent a chill that ran all the way down my spine and back up again, reminding me of why I was here, and all the times I came to places like this - even though at the time it was in a completely different country - I couldn't stop myself from shaking. The women at the counter gave us an annoyed look while rolling her eyes as she whispered, "Yay more dumb kids." to the person at the desk next to her. I don't know if Eli had heard her or not but I was guessing she was mostly directing her comment at him.

"Well have fun." I heard the other person reply as they got up to leave, not wanting to take his chances on getting 'us dumb kids' to come up to ask him for directions. Slamming the closed sign down on top of his desk, he left. The woman groaned in response.

"How many I help you?" she spoke. Up close I could see that on here name tag it read 'Debbie' with a smiley face after it so it looked like 'Debbie (:' where was that smile now? Her - Debbie's blonde hair was tied up in a lose bun, with a pencil stuck through it. Black roots were showing all over the top of her head proving that she was not actually a blonde at all. No make-up, just the smudged black remains from what was probably eyeliner or mascara under her brown eyes. "Hello? What do you need?" Debbie repeated while smacking on her gum.

"Yes, can we see Officer Nelson please?" Eli spoke up; grateful I flashed him a small smile. I would have answered but I couldn't seem to get the words to form in my throat; there was to much pressure surrounding me right now from being here. I wondered if Eli was feeling it too, of if it was just me.

Debbie looked down at a small notebook in front of her, flipping to a page labeled with today's date and the name 'Nelson' on it. Looking up half-relieved and half-annoyed, she stated slowly and careful as if we were stupid, "I'm sorry but Officer Nelson is waiting for someone you will have to make an appointment. Goodbye now." a small smile had spread across her face as she spoke.

Finding my voice I told her with a hint of rudeness in my tone, "I know that. We're the people he wants to see." I said a small prayer thanking God of whoever was listening for not letting my voice waver of shake at all.

Sighing she sneered, "Your names?"

I opened my mouth to answer her but Eli quickly cut in probably thinking I would say something else rude. "Tyler and Eli Goldsworthy." (1) The woman looked down at her notebook again and her eyes grew large, looking over the edge of the desk I saw a bunch of little notes scribbled under our names. The one that stuck out most was, "Relatives to people in murder investigation and kidnapping case in America."

Looking back up at us, I saw regret and sorrow in her eyes, just making me madder. First, she was upset now she thinks she can feel sorry for us after she was a bitch to us. I was not happy. "Right down that hall and to your left he will be in the conference room on your right."

"Thank you." Eli responded. He obviously had not heard a word of what she said as we were walking up to the desk; if he had, he would have said something or have not been so nice to her.

Walking away from the desk and following her instructions I leaned over and whispered to Eli, "What a bitch."

"Excuse me?" I turnedaround, I didn't think she could hear me and I definitely didn't think she would say anything back if she could. After all, we were 'just kids' to her.

I walked up to the desk and stood defiantly in front of her. "I heard what you said," Her eyes widened slightly, "so I say bitch. 'Kay?" I snapped at her, not in the mood to be interrogated or judged by this bottle blonde.

Debbie opened her mouth to say something but I just scoffed and walked away, following behind Eli in silence.

Eli's POV

Tyler was behind me upset, I had no idea why though, the desk clerk must have said something, probably about us that I didn't hear, that really made her mad. I tried to keep my mouth shut about it for now; she was going enough as it was, with just finding out her brother was alive and not dead like she had thought. I couldn't be angry with her or question her actions right now, she was hurting, and she needed me to be there for her. That's what I had to do, be there for her, not against her.

Following Debbie's instructions, I quickly found the room she had directed us to. A metal door painted a sickly green that was starting to rust at the bottom, with a small frosted window near the top that read 'CONFRENCE ROOM' in a thick black font. This was it. I put my hand around the door handle and turned my wrist, pushing forward I walked in with Tyler close behind.

Sitting down in a metal chair, I tried to relax, but I couldn't. With the ice cold of the chair, mixed with how nervous I was it was impossible; it had to be 100 times worse for Tyler. Glancing over at her though she looked…calm. As if, this was just a meeting with a teacher on the first day of school, not a big deal. This was a big deal, while she was treating it like it wasn't. She seemed perfectly fine, until I noticed movement near her hand; I looked down at her hand where the movement was coming from hiding my face behind my hair in an attempt to prevent her from noticing me. Tyler's pointer finger was digging at her thumb, around the base of the nail, I watched as it started to bleed; Tyler did nothing just kept digging. This time I looked at her not hiding my action, her face showed nothing, she looked calm, Tyler probably didn't even notice how she was mutilating her thumb. It had been a habit of hers when we were younger; she would do it without even thinking, it was second nature like breathing for her. Everything could be fine, she could be at her highest level of happiness and bam, there she was picking at her thumbs happy as can be and completely oblivious to it. Over the years I was guessing had adapted into a form of something she did when nervous or worried, not just whenever. It made sense, with everything that had happened in the past year or so to her.

I was taken out of my thoughts of worry about my cousin when someone entered the room clearing his throat. The man's nametag said 'Officer Nelson' on it; this had to be the Officer Nelson who called Tyler earlier. He was tall, maybe about 5'10" 5'11", dark stubble down his jaw and along his chin, a small mustache was above his lips. He was not as fit as most of the cops we had seen in the building so far; Officer Nelson had a large stomach barley being contained by his uniform. He must not get out very often. A few balding spots were noticeable in his thick brown hair; it looked to me like he had tried to cover them up with very little success.

So this was it. iIthought barcing for the worst; hoping that Tyler was too.

Okay so there it is, I know I didn't hit like anything I said I was going to, but I promise it will be in the next chapter.

(1)Okay so I don't remember if I gave Tyler a different lastname, or even mentioned it. i looked but I couldn't find anything, though I didn't look very hard so she might have a different last name then Eli. If so please ignore it, if not her lastname will now be Goldsworthy.

How this chapter will keep you interested enough to wait for chp 8, it might be out this weekend though I'm not sure yet. Let me know what you think? Rating is great so you should rate this! I give hours of my time a few minutes of yours in return couldn't hurt (: Well till next time!