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"Well we need to find them then!" Reynolds nearly shouted.
"Maybe they'll give us a call first, you never know..." Vance said from the back.
And like magic, Vance's phone rang.
-x-
Evan smiled as he looked down the cliff. He saw a splash and Cal and Gillian were no where in sight. Laughing, he pulled out his cell as he re entered the car from the passenger seat. He waved to the driver and the car started. Evan dialed a number he knew by mind and put his phone to his ear.
-x-
"Hello?" Vance anwsered.
"Vance! How nice to talk to you again!"
"Evan?" Shock etched his voice.
Reynolds was up at his feet right when Vance said the name. Greg snapped his neck to see Vance's expression.
"Well least you remember my name."
Vance's expression raised in anger. "Where's Lightman and Foster," he said, ignoring the question in the statement.
There was a low laugh from the other line that made Vance want to punch the bastard. "Well, let's just say that there struggling for air."
"What? Ev-" The line went dead. "Dammit!" he yelled as he slammed the phone down.
"What happened?" Gregory asked. "Are they ok?"
Vance sighed and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "I don't know. But we need to find them, fast. Jennifer!"
A second later a young woman peaked her head through the door. "Yes sir?"
"Get every guy that's not on a specific case and have them go through every file, watch every video, listen to every bit of a recording we have of DeGrow and his asshole of a brother." By the time Vance finished, he sounded more than furious.
Confused, but not asking a thing, she said, "Alright sir." Turning back, she closed the door behind her.
Reynolds put his hands on his hips. "What are we going to do? I mean, we can't just hang around."
"We are going to try this the old fashion way, looking for them on foot."
-x-
The water engulfed them whole. Cal had enough sense of brain cells to know that Gillian wasn't conscious. However, if he was going to get her to breathe fresh oxygen again, he had to get himself free. So pulling on the plastic bonds that bounded his hands, he gritted his teeth and focused his vision on Gillian who seemed beautiful even when she was underwater. Cal rubbed the binds together but that wasn't working.
-x-
The three came across the alley way where Gillian was taken. The police tapes were ripped off the center of the buildings and it looked abandoned like before. Pieces of cigarettes lay on the floor, as well as gum wrappers. Small left over paper scraps invaded the corners and the wind blew them to different places.
"I was standing right here," Reynolds gestured. "Then the guns went off from up there." he pointed to the roof top.
"So DeGrow planned this out," Vance commented.
Reynolds nodded. "We had investigators up there, looking for any kind of evidence the people might have left by but it was clean."
"Damn..."
Reynolds excused himself as his phone buzzed inside his pocket. Greg turned to Vance. "Should I tell Carol?"
"No," was his immediate answer. "Let's just...wait for a while. See how things turn out. Then we'll decide if we're going to tell anyone else."
"Alright..."
"How did you get here so fast?" Vance asked, a question that was bugging his mind for a while.
"I have a friend who owes me a favor. He happened to know a few guys who had transportation to Washington," Greg replied, and as far as Vance could tell, he was telling the truth.
Reynold came back, pocketing his phone. "Well they might know where DeGrow's been keeping Cal and Gillian but at this point, they're not sure."
Vance sighed. His pocket made an odd sound as it received a message.
'What place has warm sand, tiny rocks, cliffs, beautiful views, is far away from Washington, close to San Fransisco, starts with M, and very very cold weather? When you get there, call me. -Evan'
"Who is is?" Reynolds asked looking at Vance's expression.
"Evan," he said is a confused voice. "'What place had warm sand, tiny rocks, cliffs, beautiful views, is far away from Washington, close to San Fransisco, starts with M, and very very cold weather?'"
Silence erupted through the three. The silence which Greg broke. "What could this mean?"
"Maybe he's keeping Cal and Gillian there?" Reynolds thought aloud.
"Close to San Fransisco, far from Washington, warm sand... Monterey!" Vance realized with hope. "He dropped the two off somewhere in Monterey! And if what Greg said about DeGrow and his brother is right, they could be in serious trouble!"
-x-
He furiously looked around and saw a group of rocks with sharp edges behind him, stuck to the cliff. Pushing himself towards them, he turned around and rubbed the plastic against the rock. Feeling the plastic getting weaker, he went faster but yelled out as hard as water would let him when he slipped and the rock made a deep cut in his hands. But, the plastic came free. Cal smiled in satisfaction. However, he felt lightheaded and he knew it was because of the lack of oxygen. He ripped the duct tape off his mouth and tore the plastic from his ankles in a hurry, not caring about the red marks that was left on his hands. Cal pushed through the water, got Gillian in his arms and swam and swam. Right when he thought he was about to pass out, he jumped up and was met by fresh air around them. Grinning, Cal put his arms around Gillian, who was still unconscious, and swam to the right until they reached the edge of the cliff which had flat surfaced rocks surrounding it. He put one hand on the rocks, braced himself, and pushed himself and Gillian up with a yell at the small rocks digging into his cut palm. Regaining his breath and not wasting a single second, he tried his best not to drag Gillian on the uneven rocks. He started feeling dizzy. But Cal shook himself and made sure Gillian was safely away from the water. Right when he let her down onto the cold rocks, he passed out.
-x-
The plane landed and the seat belt sign turned off. Vance, Greg, and Reynolds had taken a flight to Monterey, the fastest one there was, and they were in a hurry to get off. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Vance sprinted to the nearest exit, Greg and Reynolds still trying to get out. Running out to the front entrance, he spotted a taxi. Vance ran to the driver's side and tapped the glass.
"Yes?" the driver said in a sleepy tone.
Vance flashed his badge. "I need this car. Can you please step out." It wasn't exactly a question.
The driver took one look at the badge and without a word, he stepped out. Vance thanked the man and got in. He saw Greg and Reynolds run out and he honked the horn. Both of them seemed to see him, for they ran in the car.
"Where...How far is the beach?" An out of breath Greg asked.
"Not far," Vance replied as he swerved the car into traffic. "Just a couple of minutes from here." Vance turned his car into the main highway and groaned. Cars packed the roads. They came at the wrong time of day.
"A couple of minutes!" Reynolds sighed. "At this rate, we'd be lucky to get anywhere in a couple of hours!"
Vance bit the bottom of his lip. "Call Evan."
Sighing again, Reynolds took out his phone. "Why?"
"Just call him and give me the phone."
Reynolds dialed his number and put the phone next to Vance's ear who took it in his hands.
After a couple of rings, "Hello?"
"Evan."
"Ahh...Vance! So, did you find out where I put them?"
"Yes I did, we're here right now."
Evan chuckled. "Already? Well I guess that's why they don't let you in the CIA if you can't get to Monterey from Washington in less then an two hour."
Vance ignored that. "You told me to call you. I'm guessing it's because your going to tell me exactly where they are."
"You guessed right." There was some noise in the background before Evan continued. "Well it's simple really. The place I left them where water surrounds air." The line went dead.
"Dammit!" Vance said as he tossed the phone onto the front in frustration. "He threw them into the ocean!"
"Oh no..." Greg said, mostly to himself. He couldn't believe this was happening to his daughter.
Vance took one last look at the traffic in front of them and an idea floated his mind. "Make sure you have you seat belt on."
"What?" Reynolds asked.
Without further question, Vance rapidly turned the car to the right, barely missing the phone poll.
"Vance!" Greg yelled.
Not answering, Vance drove the car onto the shoulder of the road ignoring the beeps and yells of angry citizens. They were going to get to the two in time.
-x-
Cough. Blink. Cough. Focus. Gillian groaned as she moved her aching muscles to move. Getting herself in a sitting position, she shut her eyes for a long time and reopened them again. It was bright out, and cold. Really cold. It took a minute for her to realize that water crashed onto the rock she was sitting on and sprayed droplets of water onto her. Maybe DeGrow dropped them off here for no apparent reason? The last thing she remembered was getting out of the van and seeing Cal before everything went black. Her head still wasn't clear enough to think straight. If she was here...Cal must be too.
Not a second before turning her head to look for Cal had her eyes laid upon a figure with its lower body still danging in water. She eyes widened in haste as she figured out who it was.
"Cal!" Gillian came to her knees as she scrambled to where he was, not far from her. She reached forward and turned him over so he was on his back. When she saw the blood covering both his hands, she got worried. "Cal," she tapped his cheek. "Cal, can you hear me?" she asked as she feared the worst. This can't be happening. Please!
Relief flooded back into her as he moved his head to one side and coughed. Gillian stayed back and tapped his back. Groaned, Cal turned around again. "Gillian. Are you okay?"
"Me?" Gillian said with a small smile at his concern. "I wasn't the one who was out cold."
"Well not right now anyways," Cal muttered to himself.
Cal picked himself up with the help of Gillian. "So..." Gillian started. "What happened?"
Cal sighed before saying, "Evan pushed us down a cliff."
Gillian sighed too. She motioned to his hands. "What happened to your hand?"
Confused for a second, Cal glanced down and saw the blood and cursed himself mentally. "It's nothing. I just got a cut. That's all."
"We have to get you to a doctor, Cal. That could get infected..."
Cal laughed. "I'm alright, Luv." He looked around. "We just need to get out of here."
Then, they heard a voice.
-x-
"Slow down!" Reynolds shouted.
One last swerve and the car skidded to a stop. The three could here police sirens ringing all behind them. Vance however, completely ignored the law and ran out of the car, looking down the cliff on his knees. "There here!" he shouted to the two barely getting out of the car. Then he turned back down to Gillian and Cal. He was so glad to see them again! "Dr. Foster! Lightman!" At this point, he forgot about the fact that Lightman was his dad.
-x-
"You hear that?" Cal asked Gillian.
Gillian strained to hear but she heard it clear as day, especially when it was so loud. She looked up. "Vance!" But she heard another thing. Sirens.
-x-
"Sir, sir put you hands above your head and move away from the cliff. Now."
Vance turned his head to see who it was, but he already knew the answer. So turning around he said, "Look, there are two people down there, and they need medical attention." He moved to grab his badge from his inside pocket but the police officer raised his gun.
"Put your hands above you head and move away!" His words were clear and tight.
Vance glanced around to see Reynolds putting his hands on top of the car and the officers searching him and Gregory doing the same.
"Look, I'm with the FBI. Look in me inside pocket, my badge is in there," Vance told the man.
The officer motioned to his partner and another man came forward and searched him. Taking out his badge, he look at it. "He's telling the truth."
Finally, the officer let the gun down. "Sir, what are you doing here?"
Taking his badge back, Vance answered, "I'm on a case and there are two people down there that need your attention!" Vance tried not to shout in his frustration but failed.
Several officers looked down the cliff and got to work.
More sirens erupted through the air as ambulance and firetrucks arrived. As soon as Gillian and Cal were back up, they were immediately taken to the hospital. Vance only had a glimpse of them before the door to the van closed.
Reynolds walked over to Vance. "Well...I guess their all right," he said.
"Ya, but we still need to find DeGrow," Vance answered.
"True." Ben smiled. "But we got our people back."
"Yea..." Vance said thinking about Cal. "Yea, we did."
soo! its not the end! :) hehe...i feel like im dragging this story on to much...but! there are pretty exciting things to look forward too! :) haha...maybe not...idk...probably...haha