Love Today

By: Bethy Ann

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, unfortunately.

Summary: "Man, I'm telling you, just call her! I bet Rory is thinking about you too," Parker said. It's time to love everyday. Rory/Tristan romance thrown with some Lorelei/ Luke romance. Rated MA for later language and sexual innuendos.

Recap: "I…um…I wah-was putting the food away when I heard something at the ba-ack door. I thought it was just a squirrel or something so I decided to ch-eck it out. Well, I didn't see anything except when I turned to go back in. There was a knife holding this note," Sookie explained with fear in her eyes.

"If you care about your precious Rory, give us the money we deserve. Tomorrow at eleven o'clock, bring nine hundred thousand or else," Lorelei read.

Lorelei sunk into one of the dining room chairs and wept for her only child. While Lorelei was crying, Emily was talking to the police. Sookie was still standing in the doorway but some color was coming back to her face. Lorelei just wanted her baby girl back. All of his madness was driving her crazy! Lorelei just wanted things to go back to normal.

Chapter 11: Getting Involved

Tristan was going insane. He did not do well sitting on the sidelines and waiting. He normally was in action. That was why he was in the army for years. He felt as if he was doing a greater good for the country. But sitting by the phone and waiting was making him anxious and nervous. Tristan couldn't sit one more day by that blasted phone that didn't ring.

It had been three days and the FBI was still looking. On TV, the cases only took a day or two. Apparently, TV lies. All of the CSI and NCSI were all fake. Even the wounds and dead corpses were fake. Couldn't they make it real by doing true events thought Tristan? Why am I even thinking about that when I could try to help, thought Tristan?

He picked up the phone and called his friend, Bruce, who was on the team finding Rory. It rang a couple times until Bruce said, "Hello, Bruce speaking. How may I help you?"

Tristan smiled a bit and said, "Is that how you answer your phone all the time?"

"Yea, do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh, no, I just thought it sounded like: Hello, would you like anything else with that?" Tristan said and cracked up.

"Real funny Tristan. Anyway, what's up? Did anything happen?"

"Not that I know of. I was wondering if I could come help you out. You know how I can't sit by and wait. I need to be in action or I will become depressed."

"Alright, be here in thirty minutes. We're supposed to have the DNA results on the note we got."

"What note? No one told me about no note," Tristan said, getting angry by being out of the loop.

"I thought Lorelei told you, I'm sorry. There was a note at the Gilmore residence in Hartford on the back door. When you come in, I'll show you the knife and the note," Bruce explained.

"Knife? Please tell me that blood wasn't found on it," Tristan said wishfully.

"No blood, but hopefully some fingerprints. But anyway, I'll see you soon mate," Bruce said and hung up.

"Bye to you too," Tristan said and rolled his eyes.

Tristan grabbed his parka since it was raining out and dashed to his car. Being at the beach house was painful but Bruce had said that he should stay just in case. He smelled Rory everywhere and even saw Rory. Tristan felt the weight of the engagement ring in his pocket. He had planned on proposing to Rory on the last night of their stay but then some psycho decided to ruin their getaway.

Tristan pulled in and ran into the building as fast as he could. He asked the receptionist where he could find Bruce Dessen and walked to his destination. He saw labs, computers, and some pretty high tech equipment he couldn't identify. He walked into Bruce's office and sat down in the swivel chair.

He grinned and picked up the phone. "Would you want fried with that?" Tristan said, imitating Bruce.

"Haha, very funny. Do you want to help or are you just going to sit around?" Bruce asked.

"All right, don't get your panties in a twist," Tristan said, laughing like his old self.

They walked to the lab and Tristan noticed some girls drooling over Bruce. Bruce was only twenty-six and single so he wasn't surprised that girls checked him out. He had an athletic build since he played tennis and was even a bit taller than Tristan. His brown eyes had a softness to them that made girls lost in them. Bruce's black hair was cut shirt for work since he mostly was on the run.

Once they walked into the lab, Bruce headed to the computer and smiled. He clicked something and the printer whirled to life. A chart was printing and Tristan tried to decipher it but couldn't. All he got were three rows and six columns.

"This is a DNA chart. What it tells us is what kind of DNA was on the note, knife, and mug that was on your deck. The ones that match are the note and knife. What we do is type in the DNA in the database so it can tell us who the DNA belongs to. It usually takes a bit but we usually get the suspect," Bruce explained.

"What if the DNA was different from the note and knife?" Tristan asked.

"Then we would have two suspects," Bruce said.

The computer beeped, singling them that it found a match. On the left top corner there was a picture of the guy. He looked pretty normal with shaggy light brown hair and blue eyes. He had a scar on his right shoulder that stood out from wearing a wife beater.

"Levi Santos lives on Chicopee Road, number one hundred, eighty-nine," Bruce announced.

"Then I bring this information to the head of the search and get a team to go to the house. You came on a great day," Bruce said.

"Call it intuition," Tristan said, feeling the engagement ring in his pocket.

Just keep holding on Rory because I'm going to be there soon, thought Tristan.

"Yo boss! The DNA came through and we have a suspect," Bruce said to a tall man with graying hair.

"Show me what you got Dessen."

"Great, we'll get someone to follow him right away before we do anything. Then we'll question him tomorrow. Would you be up for following him?"

"Whatever I can do to help solve this case. Is it alright if Tristan comes along? He was in the army with me," Bruce said and putting in a good word for Tristan.

"Two sets of eyes are better than one," the boss said.

AN: Here's the other chapter! Just some information on Tristan and the FBI's point of view. The next chapter will have more action in it. I promise! So tell me what you think!