Healing the Past

Missing

Chapter 29

No one’s POV

Spike’s phone rang the next morning. “Hello?”

“Spike, is Thunder with you?” Greg asked.

“No. I haven’t seen her since yesterday morning.” He was starting to panic. Thunder hadn’t even called after shift last night. He thought she just needed space after breaking down, but the fact that Boss was looking for told him that wasn’t the case.

“Any idea where she might be?”

“No. I’ll check her apartment.” He offered.

“How are you going to get in?”

“I know where she keeps the spare key.”

“I should’ve known.” Greg sighed. “Call me when you get there.”

“Okay. And Boss, while I got you on the phone, when can I come back to work? I’m dying of boredom over here.”

“Find your girlfriend, then we’ll talk.”

After he hung up Spike grabbed his keys and sped to Thunder’s apartment. Something wasn’t right and he was guessing what it was. He just hoped he wasn’t right.

Thunder’s POV

I woke up with a splitting headache. Wincing, I sat up. I glanced around the small room that was obviously in a basement. One small window was up near the ceiling on one wall. Barred, of course. We don’t want the 5 foot 7 human being escaping through a window that cats would have trouble getting through.

A continued survey showed absolutely no furniture and a set of stairs that led to a door. Maybe it was locked, maybe it wasn’t. I wasn’t going to risk checking when I was getting the only peace I would get for some time while he thought I was still unconscious.

As I sat I flashed back to when I learned that Chance was the monster I know him to be.

We had been going out for about a month. I was half an hour late getting to his house because Hotch wanted me to complete all the files on my desk before I left for the weekend. I knocked on the door before opening it and entering like I always did. I wasn’t expecting it when his slap sent me reeling several steps back.

“What the hell was that?”

“For sneaking around on me.”

“What in the world makes you think that.” My cheek was stinging where he hit me, but unlike my pride it wouldn’t bruise.

“You are half an hour late.”

Wow. I thought. Half an hour. That’s plenty of time to squeeze in another hot date. I calmly replied, “I had to finish some files before I could leave. I left a message on your cell.”

“You honestly expect me to believe that lie.”

And I was done. “If you don’t want to trust me then maybe we should end it.” I turned to leave, and he grabbed my arm.

“We’re over when I say we’re over.”

I flinched replaying the scene in my head over and over. The part that disturbed me the most is the part that kept me trapped for a long time after that incident.

“The last girl who broke things off never lived to tell the tale.”

No one’s POV

Ed glanced at the Boss again. Still on the phone with Spike. Still no idea where T-bird was. Then Boss hung up the phone and walked over to where the team was assembled.

“What’s the word Boss?” He asked.

“Thunder wasn’t at her apartment and it doesn’t look like she slept there last night either.”

The all stood in silence for a minute, caught up in their thoughts.

 Then Jules voiced the question on all their minds. “So Chance got her. How do we find him?”