"How are we supposed to track him down? We used our knowledge of where Daniel lived to get to him the last time but all we have is a piece of paper with your father's debt on it and the people who took him. How did you let that happen, Kev?"
They were in Esther's living room with Officer PJ sat on the armchair whilst they sat on her couch watching the older girl stress about her brother.
"This is not my fault, don't make it out to be that way. They were in a car--"
"car..."
"Yes, Scott... A car."
"Kevin a car! Guys a car! Am I the only one with their head on straight here?!"
"...seems like your head is on a little crooked but ok..."
"Look-- Just listen alright? Everything leaves a trail... right?"
"Yes Scott we know that. How is this supposed to help?"
"See? Dumb Blonde."
Scott was rather offended by this and being Mitch's fiancée gained some of his petty attributes from his and decided to use that against them all.
"I was going to say the licence plate on the back since i have it memorised but since you guys have better ideas let's forget I said anything."
He folded his arms and sat back on the couch ignoring everyone asking him what the licence plate was. Until Kevin had enough of his petty act.
"Scott, THIS IS AVI'S LIFE HERE! QUIT BEING PETTY!"
The blonde ignored him until his fiancée spoke.
"Scott, I'm sorry for calling you a dumb blonde, majority of things you say can be dumb though, but I misjudged you. Now pleeeeeaaaase tell us the licence plate..."
Scott sat to contemplate this. Should he stand his ground? Or give in and look weak? He was sat for a few seconds before he remembered that this is Avi... Not just his family, His big brother when he needed one. But also Esther's little brother and she looked like she was ready to kill him.
"CT59 QDM"
Officer PJ typed that into his computer before it beeped.
"Here."
They gathered round him and looked at his screen.
"Stander's Containers?"
"Isn't that where all those shipping containers are? Y'know... the ones that import cars?"
"Wait-- You're not trying to say..."
"They're planning on taking him somewhere outside of America? Seems it."
"We need to get to him before they try anything."
There was a silence before Kevin looked to Scott.
"We should go there together. Two big guys. More of a chance that we find him."
"Us? Together?"
"Yeah. If we split up, we can search for him twice as fast."
"... Yeah. Sure. "
"Hold up! No no no no no no! You are not putting my fiancée in danger. Absolute not."
Mitch was very much against the idea of Scott being in that place with Kevin. Putting himself in possible danger. Possibly getting kidnapped or even worse killed.
"Mishy, I'll be ok."
"No. What if you get hurt?"
"I'll be ok!"
"you promise?"
Scott looked at his lover. His eyes were huge and seemed glossed over.
"i can't promise you that baby."
Mitch sighed and looked away from Scott before Scott went to grab his chin one last time to tilt his head up to look at him.
"this is avi, we're talking about. he's been through so much shit... last time this happened what did we do? nothing sat back and accused him of cheating when he had been assaulted at the night club. mishy, this is the least we could do for him right now. i love you."
Mitch looked at him before he gave him a sad smile.
"mmk. just don't get hurt, please."
"i'll try--"
"that's not good enough!"
"it's the best i can give!"
"Guys!"
They stopped having heared Officer PJ yell.
"This is time-wasting. If we're going to go in there we need to go now. Kevin, I sent the address into your phone just pull it up and drive over there with Scott, the rest of y'all will stay with me here got it?"
They all nodded. Scott and Kevin stood to leave the building before Mitch yelled out to Scott.
"Please be careful!"
"I'll try!"
They left without another word.

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Tell Me... (Book 3 in the Can't Say series.)
FanfictionThird book in the Can't Say series. Heavily inspired by EastEnders: Louise's kidnapping. They were so close... They almost made it... So close yet so far... The band had almost made amends with each other before they were yet again, separated. This...