Chapter Thirteen: Gimme More

The next few days were blissful. Elena Gilbert didn't think for a minute about her career or her life or even herself. Her thoughts were consumed by nothingness, and in that nothingness lay Damon. He washer every moment. Her time with him was teetering on something much more than she ever considered when she kissed him that second time. She was slowly but surly falling for him harder every day, and the only person against was the one that you would least expect.

She never even thought about what hadhappened to Stefan anymore. It had been three days since Damon had made her breakfast after their first night "together," and since then his name hadn't even passed through her mind. Maybe it was Damon's reassuring presence, or her giddiness at just living in the moment, but she had a strange sort of closure about the incident with Stefan. At the back of her mind, deep deep down, she wondered where he was and what had happened, but that was pure curiosity speaking. After all, she was never alone long enough to think about it.

Every second of the past three days Damon had been distracting her, enticing her, and entertaining her. He cooked for her every meal, and she wondered when he would run out of provisions. It wasn't as if they two of them could go hold hands in the ketchup aisle of the town grocery store. Damon had finally revealed where they were. Chicago. Imagine that, right in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world. She no longer desired to be found. She only wanted Damon.

"Elena! Deja Vu is on in an hour. You joining me?" Damon called from his bedroom.

Elena was reclining on the living room couch, where the spot that the broken coffee table once stood was empty. Damon had cleaned up the mess a couple days ago, and had put off getting new furniture until they had figured out exactly what they were doing together. Neither of them really planned on thinking about that, either. They didn't want to think or it would break what they had, ruin their moment.

The brunette called back eagerly.

"Of course! When are you making the pizza?"

And so they continued.

"I can't believe what you're telling me."

Janice Rogers. An agent on the missing case of the international superstar Elena Gilbert. She had gotten a call from a crime scene investigator studying the evidence taken from the abduction crime scene.

"Yeah, we have a sure lead. It's shocking, actually. It looks like the paper we found was placed there in the rubble. Intentionally."

The crime scene investigators had found something important.

Evidence

"So the guy left a trail. You think it'll lead us back to him?"

"Definitely."

Jenna Sommers hiccuped loudly as she made her morning coffee. She had slept horribly the night before, and now that she thought about it, the night before that, too. Something was bothering her, and she couldn't figure out what it was. The house was so empty without Elena, and Jenna couldn't help but to think about Jeremy and her brother as well. She missed Jeremy and his parents every single day, but the one person that she still had was Elena.

She clumsily poured her coffee in the heart covered mug her niece had gotten her and reached to wipe up the spill. She could hardly keep her eyes open, frankly. She knew that she would have to figure out what was bothering her or she would go insane. Throwing the wet paper towel in the trash, she got newspaper out and sat down at the table with her drink.

Jenna thought briefly of what she would do that night to relax, maybe run a bath or light some candles. While she drank, the caption on the newspaper in front of her caught her eye and she nearly dropped the mug. The hot coffee spilled all over her blouse and she screamed through the burns. She threw the porcelain cup on the ground and falling from her chair, collapsed into a heap. She franticly rubbed her skin to soothe the pain and tears fell from her eyes.

Until a couple of seconds ago, Jenna hadn't known where Elena was. Her brain was just so foggy, she couldn't think straight about anything. She vaguely remembered seeing her somewhere a short while ago but beyond that, she was clueless. All she had known was that she was safe. Those words just kept repeating in her brain like a broken record. 'Elena isn't here but she is safe, Elena isn't here but she is safe; Elena isn't here but she is safe.'

Reaching the sink, Jenna grabbed a wad of towels and wet them before pressing them to her chest and stomach. She bit her lip against the pain and limped to her purse to get her keys. Her injuries would just have to wait.

The headline of the newspaper has said something shocking, and she wasn't about to wait around to investigate it.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I know where Elena Gilbert is."