Bad Things Happen

Missing?

A/N: Here is another warning. LAURENS COULD LITERALLY DIE!!!!! So please vote for Plot A, Plot B, Plot C, or Plot D. Comment below, please save the child!!!!

Alexander got his phone out and called Laurens one more time. He waited for an answer before it went straight to voicemail.

"We need to call Washington!" Laf exclaimed.

"Not yet. We don't want to panic them, it's still possible that his phone died you know." Alexander said, a slight panic in his tone.

"Can you do that thing where you track it?" Lafayette asked.

"I can try." Alexander sighed then pulled out his phone again.

He hacked into Laurens database remotely, and turned on the GPS location. It took a moment before a screen popped up asking for a password.

"It didn't have a password before." Alexander worried.

"Try Peggy or something like that." Lafayette suggested.

Alexander typed in Peggy Schuyler and the screen opened. "Aww, that's so cute."

"FOCUS!"

"Right sorry." Alex turned on the locator, and tracked the signal back to the house. "It says he's right here."

"Did you look upstairs?" Lafayette asked.

"Of course I did. I went up stairs to change, remembered he would most likely be home, and tried to prank scare him. But he wasn't home." Alexander explained.

"You're five, you know that?"

"Yeah I know. My point is, he's not upstairs."

"Maybe the tracker is busted." Laf suggested. "Wouldn't we have heard the phone go off if it was here?"

"Only one way to find out. This says the phone is somewhere in the kitchen area ish." Alexander gave his best explanation. They went into the kitchen and looked around until they were left with a shiny glass surface in a case.

"Yep, its here. It must be dead then." Lafayette said upon finding the item.

"Is that good or bad?" Alexander questioned.

"Well, he's not here so probably bad. We need to call Washington now. What if he's in trouble or hurt? I dont want to say this but, what if..." Alexander cut him off.

"Then don't! Don't jump to conclusions!" Alexander grew angry. "I will call Washington, but we can't assume the worst!"

"Ok." Lafayette apologized. "You're right, what if he forgot his phone? That doesn't mean he's dead."

"Don't say that!" Alexander scolded him as he dialed Washington's number. "Hang on its ringing."

Alexander and Lafayette had a great relationship, but Alexander and Laurens had a connection. They both understood what it was like to both lose a parent, and to have a parent that didn't love them. They both knew what it was like to be in the foster system for many years where as Lafayette was only there for two before he moved in with the Washingtons. Alex didn't want to admit that something bad could have happened to him.

"Alexander I can't really talk...." Washington answered. Alexander had called him three times already so he had to answer this time. But Alex interrupted him.

"We cant find Laurens. He's not here, he wasn't with the Schuylers...." Alexander panicked.

"Calm down, did you call him?"

"His phone is here at the house, but he's not." His tone still worried.

"Alright, we'll be home as soon as possible." Washington said before hanging up.

Alexander looked at his phone and called Eliza.

"Hey Alex."

"Hey. Umm.... Don't panic, but Laurens is missing."

"WHAT?!?!?! How am I supposed to not panic?"

"Nothing is for sure, he probably just got lost, but we dont know where he is." Alexander tried to calm her down. "Just let us know if you find out anything."

"Ok," Eliza relaxed. "I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." He hung up and looked over to Lafayette. "I just called the Schuylers, they said they would keep an eye out."

"I called Angelique too." Lafayette said.

They waited until George and Martha came home before taking any further action.

"Where did you find his phone?" Washington asked.

"In the kitchen. It's possible he left it here. I can't remember if he had it at school." Alexander sighed.

"We need to call the police." Martha suggested sadly.

Washington pulled out his phone and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" A man answered.

"My son is missing." Washington explained.

"Can you describe him?" It sounded like he had grabbed a notebook or some peice of paper.

"17. 5,9. Brown hair. greenish hazel eyes. Dark skin."

"Ok, we will start looking for him." The man answered. "Call 555-555-5555 if you find anymore information. Can I get a phone number?"

"777-777-7777." Washington answered before hanging up. "I'm gonna go out and look for him. Alexander come with me, Lafayette stay here with Martha in case he comes back."

Alexander grabbed his coat and went out with Washington. They looked for hours, but were left empty handed. Washington got back in the car and called Martha.

"Did you find him?" She answered.

"No, I was hoping you did. We have nothing." Washington sighed.

"I hope he's ok." Martha whimpered.

Washington looked at his watch. The time was 1:30am. He knew he couldn't be out much longer, Alexander was already practically asleep already. He sighed and turned the car back to the house. He still thought he should keep looking, but he needed to drop his other son off first.

"Ok, I'm coming home. Alexander need's some sleep." Washington said to his wife. Alexander jerked up at his words.

"No I don't." He yawned. "I'm fine, let's keep going."

"Alex you're a teenager, it's not healthy for you to go so long without sleep." Washington reminded him.

"I'm..." He almost passed out right there. "Fine."

"You can't change my mind. I'm dropping you off." George responded.

Washington drove home and dropped Alexander off. He fell asleep in the car and Washington had to throw him over his shoulder just to get him inside. Martha opened the door to let them in.

"Not tired my..."

"Language!" Lafayette yelled from the other room.

Martha laughed and helped George lay Alexander on the couch.

"If he doesn't wake up, he sleeps there for the night." Washington joked. He too was tired and didn't feel like dragging the boy all the way up the stairs.

"George, you cant go back out tonight." Martha looked at her exhausted husband. "I wish we could keep looking for him, but you at least need to take a nap before going back out."

"Martha..."

"I know." She began to cry. "But you can't. What if you fell asleep at the wheel?"

"Ok, I will rest for a little while." He gave in seeing how distressed his wife was.

He went upstairs and tried to sleep. Even though he didn't want to, he ended up passing out the whole night.