WASHUP! XDDD
sorry i wasn't able to update sooner. I hate school :3 haha lol. This chap isn't much but i had to write something ... so... ... ... ... yea...:) ENJOI!
"What do you mean, Gill?" Carol didn't think she heard her daughter right. Who was gone?
Gillian didn't think that she could say it. She would just probably come to cry again. She clung onto the bracelet and the phone. It had his scent on it. She hardly realized that the broken screen from his phone was cutting into her skin, until Carol came over and slowly separated her hand from the phone and laid the phone down on the ground.
Carol had never seem Gillian like this, well not before her adopted daughter Sophie. She put a reassuring arm around her daughter's shoulder and rubbed her arm. Cal was gone? Why? Why would he go?
"Gill, maybe he just went back to DC to the company. You know that you guys were gone for some time." Carol said.
Gillian had considered that. But then why would he write a note like that? It didn't make sense! Maybe he went to...no...no! He didn't go to DeGrow! He wouldn't! He's not that much of an idiot! He would know that he would get killed if he went there! She just shook her head and sucked up her tears.
-x-
The front door opened and the four men came in. Alec's nose had stopped bleeding but his nose was still sore. They hadn't found Cal, not that they really thought they would in Vegas. No one heard Gillian's soft whimpering from the room. Vance came inside the apartment last, taking his key from the hole. By the time he was inside, everybody had gone into their separate rooms, the soft clicking of the doors signalling that they were inside and didn't want to be bothered.
Vance sighed. He took off his jacket and was going to get a cup of water when he heard something. It sounded like someone whimpering. He took out his piece then shook his head against it. He was getting paranoid. But still, this whole thing with DeGrow and Cal just running off like that, made him think a little differently. He quickly moved away from the kitchen and towards the noise. It was coming from his room. He put his gun in front and slowly, with one hand, pushed the door open. The sight almost knocked him off his feet. Gillian was on the floor, holding onto something and Carol was beside her, comforting her. He sighed in relief that it wasn't DeGrow. But was instantly caught with a question mark on top of his head. What was Gillian doing on the floor? In his and Cal's room? He put the gun on the chest beside the door. He had not been noticed by either women until he cleared his throat. Carol looked up with the saddest eyes ever. She shook her head. Vance nodded in understanding. Gillian was holding Cal's phone. He was gone. He went to DeGrow. Dammit! He debated on either going out and calling him, to yell some sense into him or staying inside the room with Gillian but noticed that Cal's phone was now in Gillian's hand.
He took an uneasy step forward. "Gillian?" He said quietly. She didn't look up. He closed the door behind him, so the others won't hear her weeping. He walked up to her and crouched down next to her. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't a shrink after all. But oddly, something came into mind. "Gillian." She didn't move. "Dr. Foster," he tried again.
His voice sounded like Cal's. She just figured that out and mentally slapped herself, he was Cal's kid. Of course he sounded like him. But instead of somehow cheering her up, she cried. She couldn't even bare to hear his son's voice.
"Dr. Foster," he said, this time getting her attention. "Dr. Foster you once told me that all I needed to do was take a deep breath and try to understand, right?"
She had said that. During one of their sessions, when he barely started talking. She had said that when Vance had gotten mad about his dad...Cal.
-x-
"Vance." She put a hand on his, but he took his away and got up abruptly. She stayed in her seat, waiting for him patiently to calm down.
"Why! Why did he just abandon me?" He threw and tissue box at the wall.
Vance was 8 now. And this was the first time he's been out of control, so far. He stood there, furious as he angrily wipes a tear off his cheek.
"Vance," she knew having him out of control wasn't really going to do anything. But he did need to get things off his chest. He had calmed downed a little, took a seat next to Gillian.
"Sorry." He looked down at his hands.
"It's ok."She shifted in her seat. "Vance, Vance look at me." Vance hesitated but looked up. His eyes were red and puffy. "Vance I want you to take a deep breath, okay?"
He nodded and sucked in a mouthful of air, letting it out slowly.
"Feelin' better?"
"A little," he admitted.
Gillian scooted next to him. "I don't know what to say about your dad's actions. But, I know this, you need to try to understand, alright? It's not going to do you any good by living your life in anger. I'm sure he had his reasons."
-x-
"Well that and this isn't that different. You promised me that you and I were going to try to find my dad, right? We spent at least two years trying to find him," Vance said.
Gillian swallowed. They had spent two years searching for his dad. If she had known it was Cal, it would have been easier. She remembered thinking that Vance's dad must be a horrible person. Someone who would dump their kids on the side of the road. She had thought that he was a heartless bastard who didn't care what other people thought. But when Cal told her that Vance was his kid, she literally stopped breathing. She couldn't admit that Cal, her best friend and business partner would do something like that. She had seen him numerous times around Emily. He was always careful in what he said and did. It just didn't seem to make sense.
"Well we're going to do everything in our power to get him back, alright?" He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He knew they were in blinding love. He didn't want them to have to break that apart.
Gillian nodded. They will find him. And when they do, she will yell some sense into him.
-x-
Vance sighed and went out of the bathroom. His hair was wet from the previous shower. His room was empty, except for him of course. Gillian and Carol had gone back to their own rooms, Gillian still weeping. He sat down on his own bed. The frustration started to grow in him as he tried to figure out why Cal left. It didn't make any sense at all! Vance glanced at the damaged phone which was on the bed Cal formerly occupied. Maybe DeGrow called him? Maybe he went to the warehouse...shit. He went to the warehouse! It was a possibility. Vance hurried to his own phone and dialed Ben's number.
"Hello?" A sleepy voice answered.
"Ben!"
Ben was startled from his sleep. "What?"
"Cal might have gone to the warehouse already."
"What? Why there?"
"He might have gotten a call from DeGrow. I need to to process his phone records. Now."
Ben groaned and he swung his foot off the bed. "I'm on it."
The line disconnected.
-x-
Gillian lay wide awake in bed. Alec's snoring filled the silent room. Her heart was in torment at this moment. She clung onto the bracelet as if it was her life line. Her fingers slowly traced over the engraving. A regretful tear slipped down her cheek. Why would he go and do something like that. They weren't exactly sure he went to the warehouse but she had a pretty good feeling he did. What if he got hurt...or worse!
No! Don't think about that!, her mind commented.
She sighed and flipped to her side. They will find him. And when they do, she will give him a piece of her mind. She already missed him. The three had told the rest of the family that Cal had left early because of a case. Vance had packed Cal's luggage and already put it in his trunk. Vance, Gillian, and Greg then told Carol about the case they were working on and everything. She was after all the on who was with Gillian. Carol was surprised at first, then immensely mad. They understood though. They had called Ben about what happened right after. As for the rest of the family, they were still very clue less.
Gillian turned and glanced at the clock. 1:26. They were going to leave at 8 in the morning. A little earlier, so they can get to working on where Cal was. She might as well get some rest. Gillian shut her eyes and silently prayed for Cal to be ok.
-x-
He took the first flight off to DC. A few people glanced his way because he had no luggage. Just his wallet. The plane wasn't that full, just a few people filling the seats. He was sitting alone towards the back, next to the window. He leaned back, and stared out the window. It was dark. Really dark. He could hardly see the sky. But of course he knew that was silly. He was staring at it now. He shook his head and reached inside his pocket, for his phone. He then remembered that he left it back at Vegas. Gillian probably found it, or Vance. Gillian. One part hoped she got the bracelet and the other part hoped she didn't. She would probably be mad, if not furious. He didn't think things would be like this, but maybe this was fate. Maybe they didn't belong together. Maybe she belonged to Alec and he belonged to...no one. He already missed her. He wished to get a phone and call her, hear her voice, hear her laugh. But in his mind, going to DC right now, wasn't a mistake.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't hear the voice next to him until a hand touched his arm. He flinched and looked to his right. A flight attendant was leaning over him.
"Sir? Are you alright?" She asked.
Cal nodded, closing his eyes for a moment and opening them again. "Yes, fine."
She smiled. "We'll be arriving down in DC in a few hours. Would you like a blanket?"
Cal looked around. "Um, no, darling, I'm fine." He gave her a small smile.
She returned it, nodded, and left. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
When he left the plane, he was welcomed by the familiar smell of DC air. He frowned, despite returning and didn't waste any time going to find a taxi. He got in one and gave the address. Couple of minutes later, they were going off the highway to a dirt road. Soon, they were closing in on a building. Cal looked out. The old building looked worn down. All around was nothing but grass and on the far side, a river. The taxi stopped a few meters away, not wanting to get close.
The cabbie looked at the rear view mirror. "Are you sure it's here?" His eyebrow lifted in question.
Cal clenched his jaw. He saw the light inside the warehouse. "Yea. Thanks." He handed the cabbie money.
"Look man, it's still dark and I don't think going in there is a..."
He didn't get far. "Have a safe trip back," Cal interrupted. He practically slammed the door. He stood back as the taxi droved back onto the road.
He turned around to the warehouse. With an intake of breath, he walked towards it, ignoring the odd feeling in his heart. He opened the door and peered through. A single light gloomed in the middle of the large space. Under it was a metal chair. He cocked his head sideways. There was no sound coming from inside and he could see no one. He took a step inside, and another. The door behind, closed with a bang and he jerked around. The light suddenly went off and Cal felt a pain on the back of his head as he blacked out.
-x-
"I told Ben to see into his phone records. We might get something out of that, since his phone is completely damaged." Vance said.
Vance and Gillian were jogging their way through the busy airport of DC. They had touched down not ten minutes before Gillian shot through the door with Vance in tow. Everybody else in the family was back at Carol's house and Alec had gone back to his own job. They went out to the parking lot and a black van came to a screeching halt right in front of them. Vance grabbed Gillian's arm and pulled her behind him, thinking the car was occupied by DeGrow's goons, and his hand reached for his gun. But the window rolled down and Reynolds was in the front seat.
"C'mon. Let's go," he said.
Vance sighed in relief and the two went in.
As soon as the door closed, Reynolds pulled out towards the highway. "Well you were right. DeGrow told Cal to meet him there." Ben glanced at the rear view mirror. He didn't mention that it was because Gillian was going to get hurt if he did otherwise. She would feel extremely guilty if he did.
"Did he say why?" Vance asked.
"Nope." Reyonlds replied, hoping Gillian didn't notice his slight hesitation. She didn't She was too deep in thought.
Vance nodded. "Where we goin right now?"
"Lightman group. I brought the FBI there and we can sort something out."
Gillian then spoke up for the first time. "Ben it might be too late!" she argued.
Ben glanced back as the traffic light turned red. "Gillian if we go without a plan, he might get hurt, you might get hurt, and everything might be messed up and we'll be back to square one." He turned back around as the light turned green and Gillian let out a frustrated sigh.
The car was silent in seconds and no body talked. It seemed to stretch on forever. That is, until Vance's phone rang.
"Pierce," he answered.
"What the hell is going on Vance! I'm being bombarded with questions from everywhere and I'm literally locked in my own office!" the voice on the other end yelled.
Vance held to phone away from his ear for a moment. When his 'boss' seemed to calm down, he said, "You haven't heard?" he asked quietly.
"Of course I heard! And I know Lightman well enough to know he would do something idiotic like that! So I want to know why you let him!"
Vance rubbed his forehead. "Look, We're on our way to the Lightman group right now, Germone. Why don't you meet us there and we'll talk."
There was a second of silence from the other side. Then, "Fine."
There was a click and Vance put away the phone.
Gillian, who was seated from behind, heard the whole thing. Maybe Germone knew Cal more than she did? After all, Cal worked under him for quite some time.
Well im off to buy my Eminem CD now :DD haha i love eminem ^^ I'll try to update ASAP!