Vanished | N.H

Three | Dead or Alive?

Nialls POV

Its been two days since I have woken up, two days since I found out my partner was still missing.

There was still no sign of Anna since our disappearance, the only evidence of her -- was her blood spilled all over my cloths, which were still being tested for evidence of where I could have been the past 3 days I was gone.

Forensics say by the amount of blood, it was a few pints, which meant she had to of been pretty badly wounded. Predictions were that I tried to stop her bleeding somehow, or -- or I was surrounded by her blood which meant she had to of bled out. That was worst case scenario. They don't think shes dead because he would of broadcasted it somehow, and I don't think so either. Its not Jones style to go quietly.

If he brutally murdered someone, he wanted people to know, to see and witness what he had done. He loved the attention. For some reason, he still has Anna alive, I have to believe that she is. If I don't -- I'll go mad. By his motive pattern, he was planning on doing something with her. Something big. But I wasn't going to let him. The only outcome this was going to have, was him behind bars or dead in the ground and Anna safe, healthy and alive in a hospital bed working on those lame cross word puzzles I made fun of her for.

She was still alive, she had to be.

"I can't sit here any longer," I say, starting to remove the sheets rested ontop of me my patience running out. I winced, sitting up ready to swing my legs over.

Harry, who was sat beside me, was quick to take a hold of my shoulder to push me back, "Niall, you don't have a choice. Look at you, you can barley move without hurting yourself."

"I don't care, I can't fucking sit here and do nothing!"

Harry still held my shoulders as I tried to shove him away to no success, fuck this hurt. My body was screaming.

"Niall, listen to me; even if you were to leave what would you do? Chief wouldn't let you on this case. You are too close to it, you would let emotions get involved and getting emotions involved will get Anna killed -- even possibly yourself. You know that better than anyone." he tried to be rational, I fucking hated when he did that. I hate it because he is always right.

I growled, angrily shoving him off me before letting myself fall back onto the bed wincing. Jesus fucking christ this sucked, I hate that son of a bitch Jones. I swear to god when I get the chance I'm going to ring his fucking neck.

He sat back down, adjusting his blazor while I ran my hands over my face, frustratingly. God, I felt useless. I can't remember anything, and they still have jack shit on where Anna is. We were running out of time, I could feel it and it only made my anxiety rise in my throat.

"Let me see them again," I command and Harry sighs.

"Niall--"

"Let me fucking see them!"

He wordlessly did as I demanded, sighing to himself as he picked up the files where the pictures of the crime scene were. Where Anna and me were snatched, where I was found. I stared long and hard at them, yet again. Thats all I did -- stare at them, for hours trying to remember something -- anything. See any clues others may of missed. But still, my memories were hallow; nothing.

I felt frustration rising the longer I stared, seeing her gun, her flashlight in the pictures, white chalk outlining where she potentially was before she was tazered like myself. I subconsciously ran my fingers over the back of my neck where the two dots were, representing the same fate.

How could I have been so stupid? I should of called for back up. I should of known better, god damn it Anna should have too! It was my job to protect her, and - I failed. I failed as a partner, and as a friend.