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Joe placed the plate down and ran outside the house "Barry! Barry...where did you go?" The detective regretted his decision of leaving the boy alone. He should have been more careful. God knows where the kid might have gone. He hurriedly pulled out his cell and dialed a number "Where are you?"

"I am on my way Mr West" Oliver replied at the other end. He wanted to get to the boy soon as possible. Last twenty four hours Barry had made an extra place in his heart. He always cared and thought of him as his brother. But right now seeing how the kid needed him, his protective instincts had grown even more. Barry was in very fragile state of mind. He was scared and hurt. And surprisingly he was the only one who the kid was communicating with. Oliver decided he will be there for his brother until the old Barry was back

"He is gone Oliver!" Joe yelled in his cell

Oliver's fingers tightened around his cell "What do you mean by Barry is gone?"

"I...I don't know. I made him sit on the couch and went to prepare dinner. When I came back to check on him...the front door was open and he was gone. Please Oliver we have to find him...He is in no state to be out there alone" Joe pleaded

Oliver's heart sank. Barry alone on streets, hurt and scared and he wasn't even talking. How will he survive in this cold night where the bad guys were always waiting for victims like Barry. No! He will not let anything happen to the kid. Not on his watch "Don't worry...we will start looking for him..he shouldn't have gone far. You check your area and I will come looking from here"

Joe hung up locking the door outside and ran in his car, praying silently for safety of his son.

It had been more than two hours in search for Barry but they coudn't find him. Oliver was feeling helpless in the situation. Just to make matters worse it had now begun to rain heavily. The thought of the boy being alone in this cold rainy weather send shivers to his spine. He kept looking in every streets and corners of the city hoping to find his friend.

Joe wasn't feeling any better. An immense guilt was eating him alive. Barry was his responsibility. He should have never let the boy out of his sight. All sorts of negative thoughts were clouding his mind. Considering the state of his mind Joe feared for his safety

Time moved on to six hours and now it was three in the morning. The rain had stopped but the wind was still chilly. With heavy heart Joe and Oliver headed back home. They needed to change their wet clothes and start looking for Barry again. Maybe even take help from Captain Singh.

Oliver climbed out of his bike while Joe was parking his car. The vigilante neared the porch and he choked on the spot. There laid on the porch non other than Barry who was sleeping with his hands under his head. He was drenched in water and even with one foot distance Oliver could see him shivering "MR WEST!" he yelled at Joe

Taking a quick breath of relief, Oliver ran towards him. He was glad Barry was unharmed. He shook his shoulder "Barry! Wake up!"

Barry jerked and sat upright and saw Oliver. The first thing he did was hit Oliver with his both hands on the man's chest. Oliver fell on his ass looking confused. Joe came and saw Barry. He placed his palm on his forehead and gave a watery laugh "Barr! Oh Thank God you are alright"

Barry frowned and signed to Oliver "Where were you?"

Oliver glared at the boy "Where was I? Are you kidding me? You are the one who went missing all night! Why did you go out?"

Barry signed "You were late!" he ducked his head down

Oliver took hold of Barry's arm "You cannot go out without telling Joe or me. Do you even know how much worried we have been for you" he raised his voice and saw the boy flinch in his hold. He now noticed how warm the kid felt. Oliver then placed his hand on Barry's forehead "Joe! Call Caitlin..he is having a fever"

Joe fished his cell out and called Caitlin. Oliver moved to help Barry up from the floor. The boy was shivering and sneezed a couple of times, eyes were drooping close so the older man picked him up in his arms and walked inside the house.

Oliver saw Barry had closed his eyes and burried himself into his chest. The vigilante sighed. What had he gotten himself into. And to say...this was just the beginning.

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