Mikey's P.O.V I watched as they stood in the garden, out front. They're acting strange. They have been since Gerard took the pills. In fact only one of them was supposed to be here. So why were they both here? I turned to look at Gerard. But he wasn't there. I frowned at Bob. "Where's Gerard?" Bob sighed. "Bathroom break." He answered. I sighed, then looked back towards the garden. They were gone. Shit. I wonder what they're up to. Frank's P.O.V I looked up as the door opened. In strolled my two captors? I should have realised they were working together. They always seemed close. What fucking idiots we were to not see how fucking crazy they are. "I don't see Gerard on any of the monitors." One said, frowning. "Everybody else is accounted for. Where the fuck could he be?" The other queried. The door opened again. We all looked over to see "GERARD?" I shouted. He didn't look at me. He stared at my two captors with a death glare, a thick, metal baseball bat in his hands. "It was you two all along?" He snapped. "You took my Frank? Why would you do this? Why? What did I do so bad that you had to take him away from me?" The shorter of the two captors took a step forward, but stopped when Gerard pointed the bat at him. "Don't fucking move." Gerard snapped. The guy put his hands up infront of him and froze. "I had to get him away from you." He said. "Why?" Gerard snapped again. "Because he's not right for you." The guy stated. "He doesn't deserve you. He's just a jealous midget who's going to hurt you." Gerard shook his head. "No. He won't ever hurt me." He said, confidently. "He's perfect for me. He loves me and I love him." "NO." The guy shouted. "Your my property. I love you. We are going to be so good together. We are going to get married and live happily for the rest of our lives. We'll be great together. Just us two. That's why Frank has to die, Gee baby....." "Don't fucking call me that." Gerard snapped, tears rolling down his face. "Only Frank gets to call me that. And if you loved me like you say you do, you'll let me be with Frank." "NO." The guy snapped again. "Your my property." Gerard shook his head. "I'm not yours. I'm my own person." He said, gently. "Frank has always loved me. Truly loved me. He didn't interfere when I married Lyn-z. He loved me enough to let me go. He only cares about my happiness. He doesn't call me his property either. That's love. What you feel is attraction. Please don't take the love of my life away from me. I can't live without him. Please." I stared at Gerard. My heart ached so bad. I just wanted to hold him. Wipe those tears away. Make him happy again. I struggled against the restraints. The rope rubbed againt my wrists. But I didn't care. I have to get to my Gee. Nothing else matters. "No." The guy repeated. "Your my property. He can't have you. I won't let him." My eyes widened. "GEE, BEHIND YOU." I shouted. Gerard turned around but was too late. He was hit on the head with the butt of the gun one of the policemen held. "GERARD." I shouted as his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed to the floor. Mikey's P.O.V I was beginning to panic. Gerard is missing. I have to find him. But I don't know where to look. I have to find those guys. Maybe if I follow them, I'll find Gerard. I have to try. Bob's P.O.V This is all my fault. If I'd have watched Gerard like I was supposed to, he wouldn't have climbed out the bathroom window. I'm such a fucking useless prick. Ray's P.O.V I failed. I was supposed to look after Gerard. Now he's gone. After all my big words, I still lose him. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to him. Never. Bandit's P.O.V I guess it's time for me to step up. Uncle Mikey's losing it. Bob and Ray are blaming themselves. Mum's no idea what to do. Grandad Don is a blubbering wreck. Grandma Donna is just staring into space. So it's down to me. I'm going to stay strong for them all. And for my Dad. Wait....Dad. He has a habit of leaving clues. Like the skeleton in the desert on the na na na video. It wore Bob's black parade jacket. The last song they made was Fake your death. Which obviously was a fake seem as they came back. Question is, where do I look for clues? Then it struck me. He climbed out the bathroom window. So I headed that way. I searched the whole room. Eventually I found Dad's phone. I checked everything on it. The messages, the notes, the call list and the photo gallery. Then I smiled as I spotted something. Gotcha. Dad, your a genius. I headed into the lounge and started barking out orders. "Grandma, Mum, kitchen. Make food for Dad and Frank. They'll be home very soon and they're gonna be hungry." Everyone stared at me. "Uncle Mikey, Bob and Ray, get cleaned up. You all stink bad. Grandad, pull yourself together. Don't let Dad see you like that." I looked at Hayley and grinned. "You know how Dad likes to leave clues?" "Yes." She frowned. "Well he left one in the bathroom." I stated. "We checked around there." Hayley pointed out. "But you never checked his phone did you?" Hayley shook her head. "I didn't see any reason to." "Well Dad left a clue in his gallery. The last picture he took was of two guys in the garden. He saved the picture under 'gotcha'. Dad's clue to who has Frank. And now him." I held up the phone, showing the picture. "These two have my Dad and Frank. We have to find them and fast."

Notes

Isn't Bandit a smart girl? Like father, like daughter. Lol. Love as always. Dee. xxx