Chapter 2. Yup. I actually wrote it. *awesome*

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Josh and Shannon waited outside, Josh pacing and Shannon wringing her hands.

"What's taking her so long?" Shannon suddenly realised what she was doing, and shoved her hands in her pocket.

"Don't stress Shan, she's probably looking around or something. You know how she is." As if on cue, Stella's voice reached the two over the comms.

"Guys, I'm fine. Just looking around."

"That's fine," Josh replied. He looked at Shannon. "See?"

In reality, Stella was sitting in a filthy corner of the cattle pad out the back of the dairy, hands tied at her front and a gag in her mouth. She struggled as her captor came closer.

"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you, no, what would be gained with that? You just happened to be the one to stumble into my domain, my house, if you will. If it was any of the others who had come in here, like that big bloke with the scars, or that nice looking Sergeant with the pale skin, then they'd be in the position you are currently in." Jay lowered herself until her face was level with Stella's. "You're not that special."

"Josh, she's taking way to long. I don't like this."

"Me neither." Josh started towards the dairy. "You stay here, watch that bike. I reckon it's important."

"Oh yeah?" Shannon rolled her eyes.

Footsteps echoed from the inside of the building, causing Jay to flinch and straighten up.

"Looks like your senior's here. So we aren't gonna be." Standing up, Jay picked up the small Senior Constable and easily threw her over her shoulder, sprinting silently towards the bottom of the yard and the dubious cover of a fallen shed.

"Stella? STELLA?" Josh cupped his hands around his mouth, causing his voice to echo loudly.

"Oh shit." He pulled out his phone, quickly dialling a number.

"Lawson, we need you here. Something's seriously wrong."

Shannon stepped froward from where she'd been leaning against TR2 as Josh emerged from the squalid building, his face looking like a thunderstorm.

"Josh?"

"Shannon, she's not in there."

"What?"

Jay grimaced, pulling aside sheets of corrugated iron and building rubble as Stella watched, wide-eyes.

"Aha!" Under the debris was a Honda four wheeled motorbike, dusty but otherwise in good condition. Jay smiled as she hoisted Stella onto the bike.

"We're going for a ride."

"Josh, if this is a joke, so help me, I'm gonna shoot you so many times that you'll loose count."

"This isn't a joke, like I'd make a gag out of something this serious."

Shannon sat down helplessly, cradling her head in her hands.

"Josh, I can't loose her. To me, she's more than a friend. I... I don't know what I feel for her. But I can't loose her."

"We'll find her, Shan. Just believe that."

From the bottom of the yard, a motorbike started, and Michael's day suddenly got a lot worse.

This last part is for Wicked, she'll know what I mean. Haha.