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"It was a nice night Greg" John says hesitantly, rubbing his neck and smiling. Greg nods, smiling. The Theater, off the distance as people pour in, going to various movies.
"Why does it have be over?" Greg asks, "Dinner, on me?"
John shrugs, "you don't have to do that, my mom made meatloaf today, ill just go home, warm it up,"
"you don't want meatloaf," Greg scoffs, "besides, I really want to, I haven't eaten today,"
John shrugs, "Lets head down to Wally's, it's only a couple of blocks away," Greg nods, "What was it like Greg, being so far away from all of this, and following your dreams and all,"
"What do you mean?" Greg asks. "I mean, I had always wanted to do what I did, but things change and dreams change. Being so far away was hard at times, but I think...before I moved back I didn't want that dream anymore."
"Why did it change,"
"Something happened, and my perspective of life changed," Greg says, "I wasn't ready to handle anymore of that job, death and everything,"
"Oh..." John mumbles, "I'm sorry, if I'm getting to personal,"
"It's all good," Greg says, "lets have a nice dinner,"John nods and holds open the door for the diner.
"I guess this is it then," John says, looking at the white of Greg's parents front door.
"thanks so much, John I really needed this," Greg smiles, and continues talking in a rushed, almost nervous way, "I mean the change over has been so hard, I am not any closer to finding my own plac..."
John thrusts himself at Greg, pressing his lips to Greg's. Greg, startled and shocked at first he drifts into it, hesitantly he reaches up and touches his dark black hair. The two men pull away form each other, gasping for breath.
They stare into each others eyes for a few moments. Suddenly fear spreads across Johns face, "Sorry," he whispers, walking away across the lawn.
Terrified Greg thrusts open the front door, slamming it and rushing up the stairs to his room. He shuts the door behind him and slides to the floor. He closes his eyes tightly, sitting in partial darkness as the sun sets. His phone sounds from his pocket. He lets it ring for a while before grabbing it, and pressing it to his ear. "Hello," He mumbles.
"Greg," Catherine's voice comes over the receiver, "I am so glad I caught you, I have something to tell you Greg,"
He sighs, "What is it,"
"He isn't dead Greg, Nick is alive," She says. "his a hostage of the Cop Killer, he sent us a letter."
Greg sits up, ""What are you saying Catherine,"
"There is a very good chance, with time and a lot of work and effort, that he could be recovered alive," She says. Her voice full of emotion that, at that moment standing in his childhood bedroom, Greg could not understand.
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