Title: Missing
author: Cindy Ryan
notes and summary: See part one

Pain was the first sensation that Wyatt became aware of. His head throbbed and his ribs felt like he'd been in a cattle stampede. With a groan Wyatt forced his eyes open. The harsh fluorescent lights sent a new wave of pain through is head and Wyatt closed them quickly.

"I hope Flynn looks as bad as you do."Denise Christopher's voice said from Wyatt's right.

Wyatt cracked his right eye open and looked at his boss.

"Rufus told you what happened."Wyatt stated.

"That you two would've killed each other if a passer by hadn't interrupted."Denise said quietly."Did he tell you anything between punches?"

"Claimed he killed Lucy's attacker."Wyatt reported as he gingerly sat up. "Said he acted alone."

"If that's true at least Lucy will have closure."Denise said as she moved to the door. "You're on leave for forty-eight hours."

"Ma'am."Wyatt protested.

"Rest."Christopher ordered as she opened the door. "If Flynn jumps again the leave is canceled. However he's going to need time to heal up too."

Wyatt slumped back against the pillows and closed his eyes. He'd been through worse pain wise but combined with exhaustion and an emotional roller coaster Wyatt allowed sleep to take him once more.

By early afternoon the next day Wyatt was feeling almost normal. The doctor had told him his ribs were only bruised and would heal with time. His face was starting to turn a shade of purple but would fade in a few days. As he stood looking in the bathroom mirror at Mason's infirmary Wyatt knew he should wait to see Lucy. With all she'd been through seeing him beaten and bruised probably wouldn't help things. It would, however, help Wyatt. A few minutes later Wyatt left his room at the infirmary and made the short trek through the corridors to Lucy's.

Lucy sat against the left wall of the small room. She'd pushed her bed against it yesterday. Now she sat curled up against the wall her knees drawn to her chest. The medical staff had been the only ones Lucy had allowed in since Agent Christopher's visit. She had known Jiya had tried to see her sometime yesterday and Rufus earlier this morning. Lucy had appreciated their concern but she wasn't up to conversation.

Part of Lucy wanted to scream at the unfairness. To yell that she wasn't a victim; that wasn't who she was. She was strong; intelligent. Lucy knew she should've found a way out of the situation. Should've fought harder...done something... A knock at the door drew Lucy's attention and she froze. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

"Lucy?"Wyatt called. "It's me."

Wyatt was the last person Lucy wanted to see. Didn't want him to see her like this.

"Lucy; I'm alone...just me."Wyatt continued through the closed door. "Please, I just want to see you."

"Go away."Lucy called her voice hoarse and broken. "Please."

Wyatt's grip tightened on the door handle. The last thing Wyatt wanted to do was abide by Lucy's wishes. She sounded so frightened; so lost. All Wyatt wanted to do was ignore what she said and go in; comfort her. Listen if she wanted to talk; or just be there if she didn't.

Every instinct in Wyatt was screaming that she needed him. That she shouldn't be alone right now.

"Lucy."Wyatt began quietly "You have people who care about you..."

"Please."Lucy responded her voice tearful. "Leave me alone."

Wyatt's left hand rested flat against the surface of the door. After several long moments Wyatt pried his fingers from the door handle and pushed himself away. He stepped back staring at the closed door before reluctantly turning and going back to his room.