I'm the Secret You'll Swear to Keep

/Ten/

Patrick.

Why the hell did he let Patrick leave?

This can't be a drill, they just had one. They never do drills twice in a row. Pete grabs his weapons, shoving them in his pocket. He's not dressed for the occasion, but he's sure no one is at nine pm. 

Patrick.

Patrick.

Patrick.

This alarm has to relate to Patrick.

"Pete!" Brendon meets him in the hall, agents rushing around them.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Josh."

"What about him?"

"Long story, but the guy is an undercover Bloodhound."

"You're fucking lying."

"I'm not." Brendon yells over the alarm. "He broke protocol and must've alerted Stephen that Patrick left." The two find Laura and Ryan in the main hall.

"Where's Patrick?" Pete asks.

Laura stiffens. "I told him to go with back to you."

"He never came back." Pete shakes his head.

"Fuck." Ryan mutters.

"I'm gonna shove my gun up Josh's ass when I find him." Pete snarls, rushing away to find Josh.

"I'll go look for Patrick." Ryan says. "I'll bring him to my room."

"Brendon, back him up." Laura demands before pulling out her gun and rushing off.

~~~

Patrick nearly fell into the pool when the sirens sounded. Was it a drill? He didn't care. All he knows is that he wants Pete. Scared, Patrick jumps up and scrambles away. Where does he go? The trip up to Pete's room is too far, and there's already the  rumble of agents above him. They're going to come down in seconds, and Patrick's decision is rushed. He runs to the weight room, and he barely manages to get the heavy door to the basement open. He climbs down, closing the heavy door after him. The alarms cannot be heard from here, and there's not flashing lights. It's secure.

Patrick finds the corner farthest from the door and slides down the wall. His knees are pulled close to his chest, and he waits there. He's not sure when the drill is over, but he doesn't want to risk it. He sits still for so long that the motion lights automatically go off,  leaving Patrick alone in the darkness.

~~~

"If I was a scared twenty-one year old, where would I be?" Ryan asks rhetorically.

"Maybe he scampered off to Pete's room? Or Laura's office? Or our room?" Brendon runs his fingers through his hair.

"We checked there."

"Let's check again."

Ryan groans and he follows his boyfriend up the stairs to Pete's room. Brendon holds out an arm to stop Ryan. "Did you close the door?"

"Duh,"

"Then why is it open?" 

Ryan's eyes narrow at Pete's door. It's cracked, not too noticeably open. 

"Slowly," Brendon mumbles. The two inch toward Pete's door.

Ryan, the quieter of the two, nudges the door open. Josh is bend over by Pete's bed, peering under it. 

"Where are you, little guy?"Josh mutters.

"Hands up, Josh." Ryan holds up his gun, pointing it at Josh.