Chapter One: Apart

The police officer, Ronald Buck, scratched the back of his bald head and glanced along the clock. It was almost three o'clock in the fucking morning. What a night! He had planned to go home, have some burgers with fries for dinner and watch the game, while his chubby wife keeps retelling the latest gossips she heard in the supermarket, something about their neighbor's new mistress. But instead he was stuck here in this absolutely ridiculous situation (of course he didn't say ridiculous in front of his colleagues, he didn't want them to think he was insensitive or something; yet he couldn't help but wonder why those criminals couldn't kidnap children in reasonable hours).

The noise in the room was unbearable – everyone was crying. The little boy, David, who has witnessed the incident, was sobbing hard against his mother's chest. The mother was trembling herself, sharp whines escaping her throat. That made officer Buck crazy and he felt the urge to slap her, but as he had been informed she was this bigwig in FBI Ted Adams's sister. But the real terror for his aching head was the man, the father of the other boy, the one that had disappeared. He was absolutely hysterical, mumbling some nonsense and sobbing so loud that officer Buck couldn't hear his own thoughts. The other women, the brown-haired one, was holding him in her arms and slowly caressing his hair. She was the quietest of all, her tears just falling slowly across her face. She had said she wasn't the father's wife though, nor the disappeared kid's mother. And of course she wasn't – let's god kill him, if that man wasn't some king of disgusting queer.

Apart from that group, there was one more of his colleagues in the room, Murdock, who was trying to comfort the kid in order to finally finish the interrogation.

"It's okay, boy, everything's gonna be j'st fine. You j'st have to tell us what happened, so we can help your friend. That's all!" He was nice now just because he was talking to Ted Adam's nephew, officer Buck was sure of that. Such a poser!

The kid kept crying but he mother finally recollected herself and said:

"They- uhm- they had a s- sleepover at my house" She stammered "It was David birth- birthday yesterday, t-that's why. A- and then I- I was sleeping and- I heard noises s- so I went to s- see if everything is- if there was something wrong with the b- boys. And then- I don't- everything went black and- I think someone h- hit me. I woke up later b- by David's sc- screams and B- Bobby- Bobby was g-gone" Buck really couldn't understand why she was so upset. Her kid was fine, right?

"Were you alone with the kids?" Murdock asked, sympathy in his voice. Of course, it was fake sympathy, Buck thought. The woman nodded, her messy blond hair stuck on her face by the tears. "Where was your husband, Ms Adams?"

"I'm divorced; my husband left me while I was pregnant with David. Three months after that the police came in my apartment to search for him for a row of crimes. Haven't heard of him since" She had finally stopped stammering, her voice became cold and distant while she spoke about her ex-husband.

"Do you think he has something to do with the kidnapping?" She thought for a few moments, her eyes wide as if she hadn't considered that possibility until now. Then suddenly she nodded. "Who works on his case? We probably should transfer the last events' investigation to them"

"My brother, agent Ted Adams. I called him already, he's in Boston right now but he'll be here as soon as possible" Murdock sighed and with an absent 'Thank you, miss' turned his attention back to the boy.

"Come on, little boy, you have to tell us what has happened. We really want to help your friend" Murdock put a hand on David's shoulder. The kid picked up his gaze to meet his mother's eyes. She nodded, her face softer.

"I was thirsty and went to drink some water, and then I heard noise, and I thought it was Bobby or mamma, and I was just about to go back in my room, and then I saw this man, and he was wearing a mask, and I got really scared but I didn't scream because I remembered I'm already six, and he didn't saw me in the dark, and then mamma came out of her room but he hit her really hard, and it was so scary, and then he just- just grabbed Bobby from my room, and Bobby woke up and started screaming, and I wanted to do something because I'm six already and he's only five so I'm supposed to protect him, but I didn't do anything, and then he was just gone, and I couldn't hear Bobby screaming anymore, and it was all my fault!" The kid was speaking so fast, taking sharp breaths on every and. But at his last words, filled with so much guilt and devastation, the other's boy father raised his head and put his hand on David's back.

"Oh, David, oh, no, no, no, it wasn't your fault at all. You were so brave not to scream, otherwise the bad man would hurt you too and there would be no one to wake your mamma and to tell us what happened. And then there would be no chance to help Bobby at all" His voice high-pitched and trembling, but his words seemed to help as David started to calm dawn a bit.

The whole scene was so touching that it could move a dead man's heart, but of course not officer Buck's one. In his opinion children were unnecessary, noisy, little brags, so he wouldn't complain if someone took his. Thank god he didn't have any!

The realism from the father's eyes disappeared as fast as it had started and he went back to just sobbing in the brawn-haired women's chest (according to the file her name was Ms Anderson). Then he started mumbling loudly again:

"No, no, no, I can't, I just can't lose my Bobby. I already lost my husband; I cannot lose my little boy, not my Bobby B." Husband. So he was a queer, after all. How were such digesting people allowed to raise children, was beyond Buck. "God, why do I have to keep living apart from my soul?"

Oh, let this nonsense finally finish, officer Buck thought feeling again the urge to go back to his aimless existence, far away from all that drama.

Day one. Monday. It was such a great thing to finally be able to count again. Blaine didn't know how and why, but he needed that, he felt as his life finally had a purpose again.

During the restless sleep this night all his memories and thoughts had flown away, only two things remained in his head when he opened his eyes in what he supposed was the morning. The one was his name; he did remember his name so clearly that he actually asked himself how he could ever forget it. The other was about the day – it was day one, it was Monday (that's how you call the first day, right?). He didn't know what comes next, but yet this didn't worry him, it was tomorrow's concern. And then it occurred to him that he hadn't thought about tomorrow in so long.

Then the question came – why? What was different?

Well, for a start, there was a boy cuddling into his chest. He was sleeping, somehow peacefully, in his arms, his little head next to Blaine's heart.

Blaine found himself smiling – it was painful, his face muscles stretching widely for the first time in so long, but he couldn't help it. Somehow the very idea of finally having someone in the darkness, of finally not being completely alone, filled him with- with feelings. He slowly remembered the boy's name, Bobby, the details about their meeting last night were coming back to him.

He just stayed like that, quietly hugging the boy, caressing his cheek and stroking his hair. Bobby was so small in his hands, so fragile and Blaine felt the irresistible desire to protect him, to make safe and happy, to help him. It was different – feeling needed.

In his feverish dreams he had often dreamed about someone else saving him. This someone usually had blue eyes and pale skin, and such a tender smile. After every single of these dreams Blaine had woke up with guilt boiling in his guts. He was supposed to know this someone but he couldn't remember his name, he couldn't remember where he had seen him. Blaine had one possession only – a beautiful, golden ring on his left index finger. He didn't know where he had it from but it meant everything to him. After such a dream he felt guilty for wearing the ring, as his skin was burning under it. He had never put it off though, because somewhere deep in himself he believed that if he could lose himself in the pain, he would be able to remember – his someone, the reason he was there, the life that he supposed he had had before he came here.

The tears started falling upon his yet smiling face. He sunk back in his delirium, tightening his grip around the boy.

Somehow the words of this old forgotten song came back to his head right before he lost conscious:

Living apart from my soul
Holding in hand my beating heart.

It is golden fall –
Where the days go by
While everything else die.

Losing my breath,
I keep searching why
Is every step here a threat
And why do birds always cry?

Over the endless sea of words
I cannot see my dreams flying
And it hurts.

And where did love go
even the silence doesn't know.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so so much to all those of you that followed or reviewed the very beginning of this story! It meant the world for me.
I planned for this chapter to include more things but then I really couldn't finish it as I wanted, so after delaying it for so long, I decided to upload it like this. I promise that the things will become quite clearer in the next few chapters. Although I'm sure this one already gave you some hints about who Bobby is, didn't it? I hope you to like that chapter as well and leave me a review!
Also, I wanted to say that officer Buck is basically inspired by every single state employee in my country. :D

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Marina xxx