BLI member's (Mark's) POV:
I keep following tire tracks, which I hope are their car's, to the point where the sun's setting.
I'm about to stop when I see a flicker of light in the distance.
I quietly run towards it and hide behind a bush to make sure I'm unnoticed by whoever (or whatever) is there.
Sitting by a fire, smiles on their faces, is Party Poison and Rookie Cookie.
I immediately become as quiet as I can so I can listen in:
"Hey Gerard?" She asks.
"What's up?"
She looks down at her hands "Why'd you want me to go back to the bike before?"
"Well... Um, I- I..." He looks extremely nervous, like he wants to say something, but he can't.
"You what?"
"I... I just didn't want you getting hurt again. That's all." He scratches the back of his neck as a blush takes over his face.
"Oh. Well... Thanks." She smiles as she gives him a hug.
He blushes even harder "N-No problem." He hesitantly hugs her back.
After a couple minutes, she yawns and rests her head on his shoulder.
"Y'know Gee, you're a really great guy."
"Huh? Me?"
She laughs and playfully punches him in the arm "Yes, you, silly!"
A smile takes over his face "You really mean that Rookie?"
Ohhh. So it's Rookie. That makes more sense.
"Gerard would I lie to you? Honestly."
"Ok, ok." He laughs.
Her eyes lock on the motorcycle next to them and she reaches for the helmet.
"You ever think about going back?"
"What do you mean?" He questions.
"Well, my brother, I kinda feel bad about how I left him... And Ray and Mikey, gosh they were fun to hang out with. I guess, sometimes, I just get a little homesick is all." She says, gazing at the shiny helmet in her hands "Plus," she smiles slightly "We did kind of steal Mikey's bike."
"Don't worry, if you want to go back, we'll find them. I promise. Whenever you want to leave, just say the word." He smiles.
"Thanks so much. I'll sleep on it. Night Gee." She lays down in the grass and closes her eyes.
He scoots over and kisses her forehead "Love you." He mumbles way too quiet for her to hear. Luckily from day after day of BLI training, I've adapted very good hearing.
I run back all the way to headquarters and burst through the door.
"I've got it!" I sprint to my boss "But if we're going to catch him, we've got to catch him fast."
"And why's that?" He asks.
"That look on his face, I know that look. He's in his weakest state.... He's in love."
