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A Fire Will Answer

Part 1:

Sophie finished throwing her clothes haphazardly into her duffle bag and zipped it shut. She had looked up the numbers as GPS coordinates and found out that he was in Targhee National Forest in Idaho. After getting herself a private helicopter there she started packing. She checked her watch and saw that she had a half hour to get there. Quickly she threw her duffle bag into the truck, got into the car, and slammed on the gas. She needed to get to Nate as fast as she could - to make sure he wasn't dead. Why was this happening? Was someone after him? Did he leave so he could die? Was he planning his death? If so, did he want to die because she wasn't there? Was he so in love with her that he couldn't live without her? She knew that every time he called her he was always trying to say something but could never get it out. Was he trying to say he loved her before he left?

"No! That can't be true!" She suddenly yelled. Her vision was starting to get blurry with tears and she quickly blinked them away. What if he was dead when she got there? She tried to block the thoughts of her head as she drove up to the private airport. The helicopter was already there and she hastily parked. She grabbed her duffel bag and ran over to the helicopter and got in.

The helicopter landed in the field and she thanked and paid the pilot. She didn't waste a second in getting out and looking for any sight of Nate. Off in the distance she saw a wood cabin and started heading off in that direction. She threw open the door and she swore something had died in there.

Part 2:

Nate was lying on the floor in the main hallway. The drug had started to wear off but his mind had become slightly delirious. Strings of random words were spilling out of his mouth as looked at the damage on his hand. He had been rummaging through the cupboards looking for something to help the pain go away. One of the first things he grabbed slipped out and fell on the floor. Some of it got on his hand and created a pain similar to the one he had been feeling. He saw the words lye written on a piece of the glass but he was so much in pain his mind didn't register it. Back to the present, he heard the faint click of the door but he swore it was his imagination. Then he heard it slam shut again and maybe some screaming. Again, he swore it was just his imagination. Nobody cared to come looking. No one cared at all. He might as well die now. His mind filled up with fog as the effort of thinking became too much.

Slowly he got to his feet and went to gather his stuff back into his duffel bag. Along with his stuff he put bottles of water and some food. Once he got his stuff together he started moving the wood from the fireplace onto the floor where he had been lying. He threw anything flammable into the pile and threw flammable things onto the stove. Nate lit the pile on fire and turned the stove on. Then he grabbed the pills and put them in the bag before walking out of the house. He walked and walked away from the house until a voice stopped him.

"Nate?"

He didn't turn around for fear that she would see what he had done to himself. "Sophie? I thought I told nobody to come looking for me."

"I thought you were dead!"

"So did I."

"Nate, what's going on? What are you doing out here?"

"I'm doing a favor for a friend," Nate lied half-heartedly.

Sophie started to feel the air behind her get hotter. "What kind of favor would need you to come out to the middle of nowhere?"

Nate sighed heavily. "A bad favor."

The air became unnaturally hot and she turned around to see the source. Behind her she saw the house going up in flames. It was starting to reach to the dry leaves on the ground and the leaves at the top. Sophie's eyes went wide and she grabbed Nates hand and started dragging him off from the direction of the house. Once they got far enough away she started to see it grow and grow up to the trees.

Nate had started a forest fire.

Part 3:

Hardison had put the news on for some background noise as they worked. They had been brainstorming ideas about why Nate left and his cryptic message. Parker wasn't really paying attention but instead watching the news. She watched as it cut from an interesting story about a gang murder to breaking news.

'We now come live with breaking news about a forest fire in the Targhee National Forest in southeast Idaho. The origin of the fire is still unknown as we are still working on putting out the fire. It has burned down over 15 square miles of the national forest.'

Parker watched as it went back to the regular news and the story picked up where it left off. The story about the fire wasn't all that intriguing so she ignored it. Why would people in Boston care about some national forest burning down? Well...it was a national forest so maybe it was sort of important. About 10 minutes later her show was interrupted again.

'We have found the source of this fire. It appears to be a cabin not to far from one of the ponds and river. We believe that this fire was started intentionally. There are people searching for any bodies as we speak. They will be shutting down anything within a 20 mile radius from the fire until further information is gathered. Here are the coordinates of the origin.' The screen flashed to a picture with the coordinates and a map.

Latitude: 44° 31' 50.505"

Longitude: -111° 52' 13.8252"

Parker's eyes went wide. "Did you see that?" She nearly yelled.

"What?" Eliot asked in an annoyed tone.

"Those numbers Nate said on the phone were coordinates. The exact same coordinates they said was the origin of this forest fire." She rewinded it and played the part over again.

"We need to get there now."

"We may be too late..." Hardison said in a small voice.

"I don't care if we only find a charred corpse. We're bringing Nate back." Eliots voice was firm and reinforced by the determination in his eyes. They all knew that they would do anything to get Nate back. And if they weren't too late they would save him from another possible attempt at suicide.

Little bit of unrealism with the breaking news but I tried :P Anywho, if you look up the coordinates you can see the place I picked. The fire is fiction and I'm not exactly sure how fast the fires spread etc etc. Let's just use our imagination…