Willows of Wysteria

Chapter 5

Ethan walked into his partner's workspace, expecting her to still be looking over the revolver that their criminal used.
What he found, however, was more than shocking.  Shocking is putting it lightly.  A more accurate word choice would be in the catagories of:Direful, calamitous, dreadful, and above all else, downright terrifying.  
Gamorah's usually organized office was in dissaray, her black swivel chair across the room and knocked on it's side.  Her oak desk had all the drawers open, her files spilled out over all the floor nearby.  

but what was really worrisome, was the absence of his female comrade.  She hardly ever leaves her office, and he knew she didn't leave on her own will, because she never, in all the time that she has been in the field, never left without telling him.
Ever.
Ethan ran around the room, desperate to find any trace Gamorah in the chaos that was now her office, looking for something, anything, anything at all that shows where she went.  After searching for what seemed like hours, he sat down on the chair.
"DAMN IT!" he yelled, trying not to let the tears fall.  Gamorah, his best friend, his best partner in crime, the girl who made him quit cursing for the longest of times, was gone. Kidnapped or worse.
Killed.
Thats when he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he called, trying to cover up his upsetness.
"Well. That's rude.  You don't recognize an old friend?" a man with a British accent questioned, sounding slightly hurt.
Ethan stared at the sight at the door. 
No.
It cant be.
He's dead.
"I'm surprised you haven't said anything yet.  Cat got your tounge?"  the sarcastic blonde called, his green eyes full of life.
"Oh Evans, you are quite hopeless."  Oliver laughed, looking at his friend's disbelief.
"Um.... How?" Ethan asked, still gawking at the sight at the office door.
"Well.  First off, I was never dead to begin with."
"Wait, what?  Then who was it that we saw that looked just like you butchered on your favorite green couch?" Ethan asked, a little suspicious of the situation.  Oliver loved that couch.  More than he loved cheesecake. 
Which is saying something.
"Well, as you do know, I work for the government, so they replaced me with a look alike while I went, um, looking for something.  Of course, now that my double is bloody dead, I have to take on a new persona, which sucks.  Do you know how hard it is to adapt to a new persna? Why its horrible, I mean, I never had to bef-"
"Yep, you are definatly Oliver.  No doubt about it."  Ethan sighed, cutting off his friend's tirade.  No one except Oliver can rant for that long and still keep going.  At least, not in this town.  "Why are you here Oliver?"  Ethan asked, running his hand through his hair.
"Oh, well that's simple." Oliver replied, his lighthearted tone gone, replaced with something much more deadly.
"Someone killed Amelia, Ethan, and made her own sister do it.  Now there are two types of people who would do that, her enemies, or just plain sick bastards who have a screw loose in their mind.  Judging by the fact that the same killer targeted me, who also works for the goverment and was close to her, I am assuming it was one of her many enemies.  Now tell me, why wouldn't I be here?"  He said, his voice like ice, hard and cold.  The man's bloodlust was evident, and targeted at an unseen enemy.  Ethan stared at this man, different from other times he had seen him.  This time, the man before him had pure, unadulturated hatred in eyes.  

"Guess we're in the same boat, huh?" Ethan replied dryly, crossing his arms.  Oliver cocked his head, the hatred in his eyes replaced with confusion, not completly understanding the situation.
"How are we in the same boat, Evans? Last I checked, they didn't murder anyone you loved. Did they?" he inquired, looking more perplexed by the second.  
"No, but I say kidnapping is pretty close to killing, is it not?"  He sighed, walking out of the room.  "huh?" Oliver followed him out of the room, "who did they kiddnap? Wait Evans, who was it?"
"You don't know her Oliver."
"I know a ton of people that you don't know I know try me!"
"Fine then, do you know any detectives?"
"Evans, you are a detective." Oliver pointed out, still following him.  They made it outside the building, rain pouring down.  Fitting isn't it ? both men thought, although with different reasons.
One of them had hope that the person they lost would come back.
The other?  Not so much.

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