I Just Wanted To Be Close To You. {2Doc Fanfiction}

Chapter 11

Russel's POV

     Lost. What the hell do you mean lost!? They were in the same...rubbish pile. He can't have just up and vanished. Man...Stu is one of my closest buddies, guy's like family to me. I've lived with him for a good while; now he's gone. 

     "Well keep lookin'." I spoke with a strong hint of urgency to my voice as the officer got back on the boat. "We have to send a diver...or some kind of underwater transportation. He would have floated to the surface by now." The cop spoke to both me and the weeping girl beside me.                                                                                                                                                                              I have never felt so unbelievably guilty about something I didn't even do. The poor girl was devastated.                                                                                                                                     "Yeah...alright." I nodded slowly, letting a hand move to rub awkwardly at my neck. The guy moved to go talk with his coworkers, discussing the next move they should make on the matter. My eyes drifted over to the sobbing girl who sat on the bench of the boat, her face in her hands.                                                                                                                                                                          All this stress definitely was not great on her. Me either to be frankly honest.                           "He's gone..." She had finally managed, her voice muffled and wavering.                                      That struck me right in the heart. I didn't want her to think that way. I also didn't want myself to think that way.                                                                                                                                                     "Alright," The officer spoke as he approached me and Noodle. "we're sending in a Sub." I nodded slowly, shifting a bit on the bench. "You guys are gonna update us right? Not just leave us hangin'...?" I asked warily.                                                                                                                                It had been MONTHS. I was beyond antsy at that point. We needed to find him. And what we we're gonna do when we find him? We're moving. I am NOT bailing that psychotic nut out of jail. I doubt Stu will either...hell Stu probably won't even wanna hear the dude's name anymore. And I mean...there are PLENTY of bassists out there that I know are better in everyway.                                                                                                                                                                    "We will try to update you as often as we can. We're sending in 3 guys." The cop nodded, turning to communicate once more with his fellow pigs. 

Noodle's POV

     I was so very tired. In all the ways you could be tired. I had stayed up every night, bad thoughts in my mind. Where are you 2D? It's been a long time and I'm starting to wonder if everyone is lying to me to make me feel better... Maybe he is gone. But Russ told me not to think that way...that 2D is okay and probably floated to a nearby island. I want to think that...but it's so hard.                                                                                                                                               I turned my head as I saw a weird metal tube stick out from the murky waters. It bobbed a bit and slowly rose to show a submarine. 3 of the police officers climbed into the machine by entering through a hatch on top. After a couple moments the metal bulb slowly dove under the waters, disappearing. Subconsciously I crossed by fingers tightly, on both hands. A swell of hope rose in my chest along with a couple sharp, cold spikes of anxiety.