Chasing a Ghost

Chapter Fourteen

It didn't take long for Simon to figure out where she'd run off to.

Within moments of hanging up Soap's phone call he'd dragged on his clothes and made for the door. Minutes later he was standing outside the locked entrance of the IT room, furiously banging on the door and demanding to be let in. As soon as he flashed his badge the petrified IT guys opened up the door. Then he stormed inside, practically shoving a bewildered worker off the computer and stealing his seat. With a few furious clicks of the mouse he found himself at the application he needed. He quickly started mashing in Y/N's phone number, tracking the location that her texts had pinged off of when she sent them. Then he checked Drake's number as well.

His eyes narrowed to make sure he wasn't imagining what he saw.

They were both pinging off the same tower thirty minutes away.

He grit his teeth, quickly standing and shoving past the workers who stared after him in a wide-eyed stupor. When he stormed out they quickly slammed the door shut, double locking it and praying he wouldn't come back.

Ghost hopped into his civilian car, the one he was assigned for his time at the encampment. He slammed the door shut behind him, quickly revving up the engine and tearing off down the roadway.

Images of Drake and Y/N sitting at the bar, drinking together flashed up in his mind. He was fuming. He knew what kind of a person Drake was, and knew he had no business spending time alone with her like this.

He'd be damned if this ever happened again.

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You looked down at your phone once again, the drinks of the night finally beginning to catch up with you. You stared at the blurry letters on the screen, barely capable of discerning Soap's most recent text. You could see that he'd said Ghost's name, but couldn't tell what came after that.

Doesn't matter, you thought. Don't care.

You were jostled slightly on your right hand side. You looked up to see Drake drunkenly gazing down at you, his face slightly red and sweaty from the hours the two of you had spent having drinks and running around the bar. At some point not too long ago the two of you had joined a group of people playing pool, but you'd found yourself a bit too inebriated to do well and decided to watch from the sideline.

They had finally finished their game and Drake had come over to check up on you. "What are you staring at your phone like that for?" he shouted over the sounds of the music.

You looked up at him. You used your vision as a determination of just how drunk you were. You'd told yourself not to get too plastered, and you hadn't... but you were drunk enough that you were beginning to see two of him.

"Oh, just checking the time," you responded, remembering Soap's texts from earlier. You tried to keep yourself from frowning thinking about it. You were so sick and tired of the boys on your unit acting like your mother. Do they think you would be doing all this if they decided to run off for the night? No, you wouldn't. You'd mind your business and let them have their fun.

You tried to swallow your anger for the umpteenth time that night. You hated feeling like you were being controlled. All the hard work and effort you'd put in for the unit over the last year - hell, you'd even taken a beating for them! You were beginning to feel sorely unappreciated after realizing these men didn't even want you going out to have a night out of fun.

Drake could see the frown on your face, even as you tried to hide it. "Hey," he said coolly, gently turning your chin up to look him in the eyes. "What's wrong with you, darlin'? Tell me."

You looked at him, realizing you'd failed to keep your anger held inside. It must have been written all over your tipsy face. You stared at him, considering whether or not you should complain about how you felt, but decided against it.