Finding my Mother \\Ross Lynch|Raura

#43 Lieutenant Summers

Ross could hear Karrow crying in the distance. He groaned. "Coming..." it was hard doing this all by himself. Without Laura. He carried the baby in distress, shushing him soothingly.

"Its okay." he cooed. Morgan was across the room, watching. The baby soon was at rest on his shoulders, wide awake. "How are you doing daddy?" she asked him as he walked towards her, sitting next to her on their couch.

"I'm doing fine." he expressed in exhaustion. "Sorry to bother you." she apologized in regret of asking him. "No, you we're just asking how I am. I'm sorry if I came off as a douche."

"Its okay. I'm just worried about mom." she sighed. "I know.. me too."

"Have you report to the police yet? Its been a hot minute."

"I did. A few days ago when I left you and Karrow with my mom. Shit heads can't even do their job properly. A person is literally missing and on the verge of death and they are doing NOTHING! Just sitting on their freaking desk drinking coffee." he declared in frustration.

"But there was this one guy..."

.flashback. woOOoooooOoooO BACK in tymeeeee (like literally a few days ago)

"So there have been no reports? At all?" Ross asked in shock, stressing to the officers how much stress and worry he was under. One of them sighed in annoyance. 

"Sir, we are trying our hardest. Its not easy to search for a kidnapped person when they disappeared without a trace. Almost impossible." the officer took a sip of his coffee, going right back to his computer.

"God fucking damn it," he was determined to find her. "There has to be something! Don't just sit there with your coffees and actually do something!"

"Look man, we've been working hard all day and night, working on many current cases of already kidnapped children, and adults; and homicides." the officer stresses to him, trying to get him off his hands. 

"Oh yeah? Would you like it if your wife got kidnapped and nobody is doing anything about it?" Ross exclaimed.

 "Look, unless you can help us with the case, I suggest you leave alright?" the officer hesitated to say. Just as the blonde was about to errupt, he was interrupted by a pair of footsteps that intimidated the room, completely changing the vibe.

"Alright you fucking weasels, quit yapping and arguing with civilians and actually work. Ross lynch? Correct?" the man inquires, placing his hands in the pocket of his dark black trench coat. He nodded in hesitation. "Alright. Come with me, I have a few things to ask you about the night it happened. Come with me please." he walked swiftly toward the interrogation room, Ross trotting behind him. He shut the door once Ross entered, "Have a seat please."

They sat across from each other, the mans hands resting upon the table. He was tall-- taller than Ross, and his face had a couple of wrinkles. His hair was neatly slick back and was all white, and he had an incoming beard and mustache which he probably shaves often, and square shaped glasses that sat on the edge of his nose; which he must often have to push back. He had to be in his 40s.

"So Mr Lynch. Your wife has gone missing, and I need to ask you a few questions -- that is if you are willing to contribute to this investigation and if not i'll be on my way."

"I'll answer your questions. Just please find her." he said nervously, a crack in his voice. The detective sighed. 

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself. I'm lieutenant summers, nice to meet you. Now let us begin shall we not?" the lieutenant opened a book. "Alright, last time she was seen was September 28th, at your local grocery store around12 PM correct?" he asks him, flipping through some files. Ross nodded slowly. "We've sent out a patrol team to take a look around the neighborhood, and ask around. So far no one has seen anything supposedly." Ross' fingers fidgeted as he continued to speak. "However, one of our men did ask the grocery store owner. It is confirmed that she did exit the store after buying some items."

"So what are you saying?"

"Do you know if she actually.. ran away rather than automatically assuming she was kidnapped? Maybe there was a reason-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!?! What makes you think she would run away from us? After being gone for so long?!??!" Ross slammed the table in response to this very defensively, his other hand clenched in a fist. The detective sighed in response to this.

"Listen. I'm only bringing out the possibilities here. I'm not saying she ran away, I'm just saying that could be it. The only evidence we have at the moment is our witness saying she did see her leave the store." Ross' eye brows furrowed. 

"Why are you actually believing him? Don't people who work at the register see faces all the time that they cant keep track of any of them? Why would this man so specifically say,'Yes, she left.' Sounds like a cover up to me-" Ross crosses his arms as the officer immediately interrupts him. 

"You cant start accusing people like that. Not at a time like this. However what you said could be true as well. But there is not enough evidence. You have a daughter and a son right?" The detective says as if he we're going to threaten him. 

"Yeah?"

"Keep. Them. Safe. You have your own to look after, and I have mine. I assure you everything is fine, but if you continue to let your guard down, you might find yourself losing more that you love and we cannot let that happen. You hear me?" he determinedly said. Ross nodded slowly.

"I hear you." he said hesitantly, a lot of breath coming out when he said this.

"Have a good day sir." They both got up and headed towards the door. 

"You too."

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