Chapter 2

"Rayburn, it's Creasy, I need some help."

Five little words that Creasy despised. He had stared at the phone for hours after Daniel Sanchez called with the most intense glare that could have ever been given birth on his face. Just the thought of his filthy hands touching the sweet innocent girl he could remember. He couldn't really say what she looked like now, since he hadn't made any contact in the last eight years, so in his mind, she was that same little girl who just wanted to be his friend. But in order to ensure that Pita stay unharmed till he could do something about it, he needed just a little hand.

"Creasy?" came the confused voice of his old friend. He smiled grimly, what a reunion.

"Yha Rayburn" he said his eyes scanning his front lawn from the kitchen window, the street lights lit as the skies grew dark. There was a bark of laughter on the other side of the phone.

"Well how have you been?"

"I've been living" he said. "settled down in New Mexico." There was a silence.

"you mean, the Great John Creasy, ceased movement, what a surprise, so what is it I could do for you" came the happy tone. To bad Creasy didn't feel so happy, actually he felt like having a beer, but he hadn't been drinking his worries away like he used too, another point he could hand to Pita. That kid knew how to weave herself into his life.

"I need a favour" he said.

"Anything" came the quick reply, the humour disappeared. Serious. That's what this was. Not a reunion of catching up with old friends. A life hanged in the balance, a very important life to Creasy. Again he could feel that swelling emotion of guilt and regret. He should have never been her bodyguard because then she wouldn't have been kidnapped again. But you can't tell the future from your past, you can only watch and change it as it happens. But he didn't regret meeting Pita. She brought that long awaited silence of peace.

"I need information on the Rosas'" he said. "it's Pita, Daniel Sanchez is at it again."

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"Creasy don't do anything stupid" Rayburn sighed as he glanced at his wife, who lay snuggled and unaware in the blankets of there king sized bed. It had been great to hear Creasy's voice after so long, not knowing where he went, how he was. It was great to hear he was fine, but that worry and veiled anger in his voice worried him. Emotion's where a complicated business. They gave you the initiative to do something, but they took away that sense of intelligence.

Rayburn was no fool to the emotions Creasy held towards the little Rosas Girl, she was a sweet kid, had grown into a beautiful young woman. He had kept an eye on her the last few years, when ever they would meet she would ask about him and in the end she would be leaving in disappointment. Whatever it couldn't she felt the same thing as Creasy, even if both parties weren't aware of it. He hadn't spoken to her in weeks.

"You know me Rayburn."

"I know" and that didn't sit well with Rayburn. All for this hidden emotion Creasy was harbouring for Pita, hell was going to be raised.

"I need information on a Camilo Rodriguez " Creasy said. Rayburn's eyes narrowed.

"Why"

"I'm keeping her alive, till I have a plan" he didn't like the sound of it.

"What are those bastards making you do Creasy." his wife groaned and he turned and watched as she woke up a smile gracing her face as she sighted him. He gave back a half-hearted grin. Before turning back towards the far wall. He felt her arms snake around his neck, her face burrowing into the crook of his neck, he sighed.

"Nothing but there errand boy, Rayburn, don't think about it" Creasy said distantly. Rayburn sighed again.

"when do you need the information" he asked, it was silent on the other end.

"…within the next six hours"

"yha I can get it" he said leaning back into his wife. She tugged nibbled on his earlobe and tugged. Rayburn turned towards her. She grinned.

"Good."

"Remember Creasy, nothing stupid" he said hanging up. They didn't need to say good-bye, knowing each other for years, they were well in tuned to each others antics. That's why this worried Rayburn. Creasy was nothing if not a passionate man for what he cared for.

"Come on honey, back to bed" whispered his wife. He grinned, it would only take a few hours together the information Creasy seeked. He could have a little fun before he started.

Grinning, he turned and pushed his wife onto the bed, a playful growl sliding past his lips. His wife giggled in that cute way he loved. Yha he could a bit of fun, Creasy's request was pushed far from his mind as he captured his wife's lips.

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Creasy hung up the phone. He didn't care, he needed a beer. Grabbing a cold one, he walked towards his bedroom and opened the closet. Reaching for the light, he lit the small enclosure his eyes looking for a particular box amongst the dozen he stuffed in there. An old brown box with the thick black felt letters 'Creasy's Professionals' grazed his vision, placing the beer on the ground he heaved the box from his top shelf and placed it on his bed.

Inside was an old bible, one Browning HI-Power 9mm, and a carton of bullets. Grabbing his beer, he sat beside the old box and glanced down at it.

He didn't think he would be seeing these old things again. They would need to be cleaned.

Glancing at the small picture of Pita - that he had to admit, rested on his bedside table- he reached up to finger the necklace she gave him. The only thing he had left.

He'd get her back. At all costs.

TBC…………….

A/N: oh, he sounds so dedicated. Finally an update, hope it was okay, please leave a review, see yha.

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