Safe?.... Never! (Re-edited for easier reading)

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"What the FUCK?.."

Frank spat, harshly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

".. You can't DO that!"

He as gonna hurt someone, he really was.

"I'm sorry Mr. Iero, but he's been missing 12 weeks now.."

"NOT MISSING!!.. KIDNAPPED!"

Frank roared, the detective gulping and stepping back subconsciously.

"Of course.."

The blonde haired man tried to placate Frank.

".. I apologise, but you have to understand.. After such an extended period of time, the likelihood of Mr. Way still being alive.."

Frank looked about ready to kill the man stood in front of him.

".. Well, it's really unlikely.."

The life seemed to drain from Frank's body, and the light from his eyes, as he collapsed to his knees.

".. If we had any leads.."

He trailed off, not certain that Frank was even hearing him now.

".. Again.. I'm sorry.. I'll leave you alone now."

With that, the detective turned and let himself out of Frank and Gerard's house.
Frank remained on the floor of his living room for quite some time.. What reason did he have to get up anyway? Gerard was gone, and the police had given up the search. It was over.. He'd never hold that beautiful, sweet, amazing man in his arms again.
Frank wanted to die.

The concept of time seemed to slip away from him as he sat, head in hands, his legs becoming numb beneath him.
Day turned to night, the room growing darker, as his memories swirled like movie clips around his mind...

Gerard had been off school sick, about a month after the two boys had met, and Frank had decided to cheer him up.

"Hi Gee.."

He chirped as he handed his friend a bag full of DVDs and skittles.

".. Up for a movie marathon?.."

Gerard nodded weakly, coughing into his sleeve as he lead the way down to his basement bedroom.

".. I'm staying over.. Ok?"

Gerard turned to look at him, a happy, but drowsy smile on his lips.

"Ok Frankie.."

He murmured.

".. Does your mum know?"

Frank grinned, grabbing Gerard's elbow and dragging him over to his unmade bed.

"Course she does.."

He bounced slightly as he jumped on the mattress, pulling Gerard down with him.

".. Now, which movie first?"

They'd snuggled together under Gerard's quilt, watching old horror movies, and eating their weight in candy, till they both, eventually, drifted off to sleep, curled up, their bodies pressed close together til morning...

It didn't register in Frank's befuddled mind, when his front door opened, and two figures stepped inside.

"Frank?.."

Ray asked, nervously, knowing that his friend was probably hurting right now. He crouched down at Frank's side on the floor.

".. Frank?.. Can you hear me?.."

Frank blinked slowly, turning his gaze up toward his concerned friend's face.

".. Oh Frank.. They told you, didn't they?!.."

Frank nodded, slowly looking from Ray, to Mikey and back again.

".. I'm so sorry Frank.. They just told us.. We'd been out all day, else we would've been here with you"

"How.."

Frank's voice was wrecked from crying. He swallowed painfully then tried again.

".. How can they just give up looking for him?.. He's out there somewhere, but they just closed the case.."

New tears fell from reddened eyes.

".. What chance does he have now?"

He whispered, his head falling back into his hands as heavy sobs wracked his body, and shook his shoulders.

Ray turned to look at Mikey, and was not surprised to see him crying too.
Sighing deeply, he pulled his weeping friend up onto his feet, and guided him to the sofa, sitting him down, then motioning for Mikey to join them. When he did, Ray wrapped one strong arm around each of the distraught men, pulling them into his sides, and resting his tired head against the sofa back.

Tonight, was gonna be a very long night indeed...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. You all ok? All ready for Halloween?...
So the cops gave up... Do you think Frankie will?
Please comment, and peace out
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