Bonded

Chapter Eleven

With a ding of the elevator, Harry arrived on the third floor. There were two admin staff with desks out in the open, strategically placed to greet people as they arrived. Unfortunately the panic had gripped them as well as neither had cast Harry a single glance. He cleared his throat in an attempt to force them into interacting with him but despite one of the clerk's flinching, neither gave him the time of day. He had no clue what office James Wilson was working out of and his heart started to beat rapidly as it dawned on him that there may not be anyone willing to help him.

NO, you can't, he shouted at himself, his hands gripped in tight fists. He wasn't willing to allow himself to panic this time. If he did he knew he would run away and he wasn't sure there would be a way back from the consequences of that. No, he had to stay. He had promised himself that he would start doing things that he used to think were to hard. To show Isaac and Daniel he wasn't just thinking about himself anymore.

Harry, moved over to a corner to think. The last thing he needed was to have a bunch of A types walk into him because he was staying in front of the elevator like an idiot. In his little make shift, safe place, he tried to figure out what to do, but he was stumped. He didn't want to go back downstairs but, he didn't want to talk to anyone who was actively ignoring him either. This is why he hated being alone and always preferred having someone with him.

His heart fluttered as the seconds kept ticking by. He really didn't want to keep the Elite waiting. He gave up trying to figure it out his way, and instead tried to think about what the others would do if they were in his situation. Unlike him, Daniel, Isaac and even Ollie, were strong and independent, none of them ever wanted to cry in a corner because they felt lost or alone. They could take care of themselves.

He didn't have to think about Daniel and Isaac, he knew what they would do. They would just march around like they owned the place until they found who they were looking for, but he could never do that. He could blank out his surface emotions but he couldn't pretend to have a lot of confidence when, in fact, he had none. He would breakdown at the first person to question what he was doing. Then there was Ollie, what would he do? Harry had to ponder for a moment but he supposed Ollie would probably go straight to Isaac and ask him. It made sense since Issac would have to know where James Wilson was, but while Isaac always seemed available for Ollie he hated having Harry bother him at work so to walk straight into his office might tick him off.

Not wanting to deal with an angry partner, Harry tried to think of another solution but continued to draw blanks. He instead switched to making up excuses for why Isaac might act different this time. He figured Isaac was probably working alongside Mr. Wilson and so he would be expecting him or at least know why Harry was there. At the very least Isaac should consider this work related and not be angered. Feeling secure in his reasoning, he was slightly less afraid as he walked to Isaac's office.

He had to admit, having everyone so tuned into their work that no one bothered to cast him a single glance, let alone stare at him from their office, was nice. It made it easier to be on the third floor, especially considering that the atmosphere was always intense up here. Though the tension was still high he didn't feel like prey for once.

As Harry approached Isaac's office, the two of them made eye contact through the glass wall. An uncharacteristic amount of anger flashed over Isaac's face, freezing Harry in place. He wasn't Ollie, damn it, what made him think he could just stroll in like Ollie could and be accepted. Maybe he should have called Isaac first, but Harry didn't have time to contemplate his choices, as Isaac got up and came to his office door.

"Harry, get over here!" Issac harshly whispered through clenched teeth.

Harry immediately complied. Isaac was never harsh with him and it really shook his soul. All concerns of James Wilson flew away as he started to tremble with worry.