Lost

Fifteen

Louis;

I let out a groan as I threw my papers on the table of the conference room.

Zayn had called me in to work today, saying there were a few possible leads on Leyton for us to go through. So far all of them were dead ends. It's almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. We've been here for 2 hours, and I'm anxious to get home.

Harry had acted strange today. He seemed distracted and when I asked him about it he just shrugged and told me he was tired.

And when I got the call to go into work, he insisted on me going, even though I told him I didn't have to. Yet when I had to leave, he kissed me and told me he loved me, seemingly desperate to make sure I understood how much I meant to him.

It was as if he thought he'd never see me again.

I shudder at the thought, and look up as the door to the conference room is flung open. Zayn and Liam look up from their work at the noise.

A very disheveled Niall stands in the doorway breathing harshly, his face pale, as if he was going to be sick.

"You guys are gonna want to see this." he says, voice strained.

We follow him out to the main area and stop to look up at the tv displaying a recent crisis on the local news channel.

There on the screen is a video of a very terrified looking Luke, in a bright white room, gagged and tied to a chair. tears stream down his face and he suddenly stiffens, shaking his head frantically as a large man advances towards him. What's odd is that the man is unrecognizable, definitely not Leyton.

He brings his arm back and then forward again, striking Luke hard across the cheek, causing the boy to cry out against the gag in pain.

He then moves behind Luke, putting his hands on his shoulders and looking directly into the camera. He speaks one sentence, and one sentence only.

" You've got until 5:00 tonight to find him."

Then he straps what looks like a bomb to Luke's chest and exits the room, leaving the camera rolling.

Within seconds everyone is in a frenzy, moving about, getting their gear together. I shout orders to my officers, getting teams together to start our search, but all the while a nagging thought doesn't leave my mind.

Why wasn't Leyton the one in the video?

What was he so busy doing that he had to have someone else do it for him?

An hour and a half later, we still haven't found Luke. I haven't called Harry yet, simply because I've been searching non-stop. We're running dangerously low on time.

With only twenty minutes left, we pull into the last lead we have, an old abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town.

Police cars surround the building, officers jumping out of their cars and at the ready in a matter of seconds.I park and jump out of my car, immediately shouting out orders.

"Niall! Go with your team and search the south wing! Zayn, you search east, and Liam search the west!" I turn to the two officers behind me as the others head in separate directions.

"You two come with me. We'll be searching the north wing."

With that we head into the building.

In a matter of ten minutes, my cell phone rings. I answer the call almost immediately, and Zayn's voice comes through the phone.

"We've got him," he says "but you should probably get over to the east wing. Quickly." the line goes dead and my team and I run to the east wing of the hospital.