Gone

What Do You Mean You Can't Do Anything?!

*Tré POV*

I sat and watched as one of my best friends slammed his hands on to the desk in front of him in anger.

"What do you mean you can't do anything?!" He yelled.

The officer sat forward, trying to reason with Mike. The officer's name was Officer Alex Jefferson, but hr said we could call him Alex. He was a short man, and he wasn't the skinniest. He was bald, but had a ginger beard.

"Mr Dirnt-" He tried.

"Skip the formal shit. It's Mike." Mike growled. I winced. Mike was not normally like this, he was normally the calm one.

"Okay... Mike. We're trying our best to find your friend, but he is one man in a huge, huge area. It's going to take a while." Alex said.

"That's not good enough!" Mike said, slamming his hands into the desk again. Two men stepped up and grabbed Mike by the arms. "Let me go!" He said, struggling. Mike doesn't like not being able to escape things, so this was bad. I watched as Mike struggled, trying his best to wrench himself free, with no success. I watched him struggling, his face pale.

This was not good.

"Put me down," He practically begged. I watched as his breathing quickened. Mike was prone to this kind of stuff, panic attacks. I had to do something.

"Alex Mike is going to have a panic attack!" I said.

"Put him down," Alex commanded. They did and Mike practically fell into my arms. He was shaking like hell.

"It's okay," I muttered. I hated seeing him like this. He calmed down and I released him. The men that held Mike left.

"Sorry Mike." The man said. Mike nodded, now calming down.

"You were saying?" I said. Alex gave me a blank look. "About Billie?" I prompted.

"Oh. As I was saying, we have some leads." Alex said. Mike sat down and leant forward, now interested.

"We believe Billie was abducted from the night club you guys were at on the night he vanished. We also believe that he is alive and well." Alex explained.

"What makes you so sure he's alive?" I asked. Mike looked at me, an expression of horror.

"He's in a band. He's rich, successful, and talented. They would defiantly want something with him." Alex said. I nodded and noticed Mike's hitched breathing. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Please call us if you have any more information." I said. Alex thanked us and I led Mike to the car by the shoulder. He sat in silence as I drove home, resting his head on the window, eyes closed. But I knew he was awake.

We pulled up and I turned the car off. We sat in silence. I shook Mike's shoulder and he looked at me.

"Let's go." I said. He sighed and gout out of the car, going upstairs and straight to bed straight away.

I have a feeling Mike won't take any of this well.