Mind Games and D.I.D

64. I just want her back...

Nearly an hour later they had everything ready and were on their way to the location. They found a secluded spot to park the car where it couldn't be seen, about a two-minute walk to the spot in the field they planned to spend their afternoon in. Damian's black car blended into the shadows behind the roadside shrubbery nicely.

"We will go first. Then at about three-forty, you two come and trade places with us, because you know, it's not worth us all being completely bored. So stay here and chill out with music or whatever," Damian suggested, then picked up a backpack as her and Ferrie got out of the car.

"Sure thing," Steve muttered back, then slid into the front passenger seat to recline it for the comfort.

"How do you think this is going to go?" Ferrie asked Damian as they walked to the stakeout spot.

"I hope we'll find something out. But if we don't, then at least we get to spend some quality time together."

"We already spend plenty of time together."

"We have, but we won't next week. It turns out I'm working full time, since there's no school."

"What? For the whole two weeks?"

"Probably. I'm pretty excited for it."

"That's good," she smiled as they then reached their chosen spot and spread out a small cotton blanket to protect them from bugs as they laid there.

The first half an hour went unexpectedly fast and Steve and Lenka were soon there to trade places.

"This is nice," Steve uttered as he checked out their little setup.

"Ooh, that time already?" Ferrie asked happily.

"Yep. So you didn't see anything?" Lenka queried as they got up.

"Nothing at all," Damian clued him in.

"But don't worry, Lenk, something is bound to happen. It's just a matter of time," Ferrie reassured him as they walked back off towards the car. Steve nodded as he laid down on the blanket.

"She's right. That sweet Bentley that was here last night just has to turn up again. And when it does, I'll wager that prick, Tony will get out of it carrying something to sustain his prisoner like fast food."

Steve seemed to have zoned out while he thought. Lenka glared at him sideways.

"What?" Lenka asked for the lack of brain activity Steve seemed to be emitting.

"Fast food would be so good right now," he coughed a laugh. "Let's see what Damian packed us to eat!" Steve said as he rummaged in the backpack that laid next to the blanket.

"Come on, man. That's not yours," Lenka snickered.

"Energy bars? Man, what a trooper," he exhaled in relief as he ripped one open and took a bite. He then offered Lenka one too, who sighed but took it anyway. They both happily laid there watching the house while they ate in silence, before the walkie-talkie then broke the silence.

"You fuckers!" Damian exclaimed through the radio.

"I told you he'd know," Lenka sighed. Steve chuckled back and pressed the button to respond.

"Ten-four, good buddy. What's up?"

"Did you hot box my new fucking car and think I wouldn't even notice?" Damian asked seriously. Steve laughed again, but then forced himself to sound more serious.

"It was just one joint, bro. I cracked the window."

"Dude! You know I don't want that shit in my car. Do it again and you're walking home," Damian responded sternly like a parent. "And don't eat all my fucking food!"

"Aww, you're no fun!"

"Steve!" Damian reiterated his annoyance.

"I promise..." Steve sighed while opening one last energy bar.

An hour passed and Steve's high had mellowed out, making him feel nearly sober again, which he planned to stay. He knew Damian didn't like the effects of drugs now, especially after the incident with Ferrie stabbing herself. He had gone right off them and Steve understood that. Three swaps later, still nothing had happened and Ferrie was getting very over it all. It was about ten-past six, and the sky was slowly losing its light.

"Oh, fuck me, this is boring!" Ferrie exclaimed as she rolled onto her back.

"Right here?" Damian retorted cheekily as he leaned down and kissed her.

"Eh, why not? I'm most likely not going to see you for most of the next two weeks," she reasoned. He smirked and moved his body closer to hers as he kissed her again. She kissed him back and slid her hands under the bottom of his shirt in preparation of tugging it off. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway immediately stopped them and transfixed their attention. They watched as the same white Bentley cruised up the driveway towards the house. Ferrie grabbed Damian tightly in excitement as this is what they had been waiting for. Damian quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered into it.

"The Bentley just drove up the driveway and is parking!"

He got an immediate response.

"Is it him?" Steve replied quietly. They watched the car as its lights switched off and the door opened.

"Yes!" Damian whispered as he watched Tony step out of the car.

"Is he carrying anything?" Steve queried.

"Ah, yeah. It looks like a paper bag. Food maybe?" Damian responded.

"I fucking knew it! Okay, we're coming."

"What happened? Where is he?" Lenka asked after arriving there first.

"It's alright. He just got out of the car and walked inside. No other lights turned on. It just looked like he disappeared," Ferrie stated.

"We should have just gone in there hours ago! You said it yourself, how confident you are that she's in there. So why didn't we just break in?" Lenka responded in regret of their lack of actions. Steve then jogged up beside him, being severely out of breath.

"Oh shit, I've got to stop smoking..."

"Because we didn't have all the facts. We didn't know for sure it was Tony's car, and we sure as hell didn't know if Morgan was in there because of how quiet the place has been all day..." Ferrie reasoned.

"Besides, don't you think a rich place like that would have a top-of-the-line security system?" Damian added.

"I just want her back..." Lenka uttered softly.

"I know, Lenk. But now we've confirmed most of our suspicions, we will get her back," Ferrie stated surely.

"So, now what?" Lenka queried.

"Let's go check it out," Damian suggested as he pushed himself up. Ferrie glanced over at Steve, who was still wheezing from the abrupt burst of cardio.

"Wow, you have a problem, Stevie. You should definitely quit smoking."
Steve then straightened up and acted like he was okay. He shook his head coolly.

"I'm fine," he stated casually. She shook her head at him, then picked up the walkie-talkie and handed it to Damian as she stood up too.

"Keep this on you. I'll pick this stuff up and take the smoker back to the car. Signal us if you see anything," Ferrie said responsibly. Damian nodded and put the radio in his pocket, then he and Lenka jumped the fence onto the property and snuck up to the house. It felt like deja-vu: The same two lights were on, and the same car was parked in exactly the same spot as the night before, with the house being just as quiet.