Lost

Danielle eyes Misty with suspicion, her face still pale as though she's seen a ghost. Her hand is still locked tightly with Amy's, her eyes showing something close to panic.

But she stands and listens to Misty, another tear rolling down her cheek. Hearing the plea for one hour, she looks between Misty and Carson for several moments, before swallowing hard. She couldn't even begin to describe how she was feeling. She was shocked, confused, angry...nothing was making sense. But something...something pushed her forward despite her fear. "Alright. One hour."

Amy looks to her quickly. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Danielle nods with confidence - none of which she felt.

"Do you want me to go with you? Or Roger?"

Danielle looks to her brother and stares into his pleading eyes...those eyes that had been the eyes of her childhood hero. They were older...tired...glistening with an agony that could only come from a heart torn in two. "No..." She lets Amy go and turns around to take a tissue from the break room counter, dabbing her eyes. "No, he won't hurt me."

Carson's shoulders drop slightly, signaling his relief. At least there was half an ounce of trust there. "Can we go somewhere else?"

Danielle thinks for a moment. "A ten minute drive will....will, um, get to a part of the beach. We can...we can go there."

Carson gives a little nod. "We'll follow you."

Danielle sniffs and uses her tissue again, turning back to Amy. 'Tell Tanya to take over for me this afternoon, and tell Roger I'll be back in the morning."

"That's a whole lot longer than an hour."

"I don't think I can finish out the day." Danielle sidles past Carson, still keeping her distance. "I...I have to get my purse. You can, um...wait out front."

Carson obeys, not wanting to make any more waves, and takes the couple turns back down the hall to the reception area again. Once outside, the heat feels almost overwhelming, but Carson barely notices. He looks down at Misty for a moment, searching her eyes before pulling into a strong embrace, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you," he whispers. Rocking her slightly, he sighs deeply. "I'm sorry...for yelling at you this morning. I could never regret you coming along."


The station's front door opens, interrupting their exchange. Danielle eyes them with a little skepticism, unsure how to read their display of affection. She speaks to Misty, finding it difficult to look at her brother again. "I'm in the yellow car down there. You can pull out and block the traffic until I get in front of you so you can follow."

Carson watches her walk to her car, his emotions still high, but finally breaks away to get behind the steering wheel of Misty's car again.

It doesn't take long for the two cars to make their way to the edge of the city, following a quiet road. It leads them to a small gravel parking lot in front of the beach that was peacefully void of others. It was in a little nook along the shore, one that appeared to be overlooked by most ocean goers who were gathered at least a half mile away.

Danielle parks, but just sits for several minutes alone, trying to regain her composure. Her mind was reeling, bouncing back and forth between so many thing. She almost wondered if she were dreaming. Her older brother had been her hero when she'd been a child. His big strong arms had been her protection, his laughter her joy. And he...had died. Along with the rest of her family. She had been crushed...devastated. She had been shipped out of Australia for reasons unknown, then placed in a family here in the United States. Nothing had made sense...she didn't remember a whole lot about that year.

But during her teenage years, she began to come out of her shell again, bouncing back as children are able to do. Going to school, making friends, and having a loving family had all been of help. God had become a big part of her life, helping her find meaning and purpose, guiding her to stretch her wings and move out on her own. Her life was quiet. She liked it. She worked full time, had her own apartment with her best friend as a neighbor, and her weekends were usually spent down at the beach. Things were good.

And now...today...in an instant...everything seemed to have turned upside down. She didn't want to believe that it was really Carson who was here...but she couldn't mistake those eyes...that voice.

Saying a quick prayer for help, Danielle finally gets out of her car.

Carson waits until he sees his sister move before getting out of Misty's car. Throwing Misty a quick look, his eyes convey that he still wants her with him. But he couldn't forget their mission entirely. "Keep an eye out," he warns. "Zane said he's got men everywhere, and if they think we're trying to take her away or pull a fast one, we'll all end up dead."

Locking the car once he and Misty were out, he looks to Danielle for the lead.

She just stands for a moment, studying him...taking in the way he looks. As her lower lip quivers again, she turns to lead the way down a narrow little path into the sand.

Carson follows, hooking his thumbs in his jeans pockets, wishing for a moment for another shot of whiskey. If his nerves made it through this, he would be more than relieved.

Danielle slips out of her sandals to carry them, letting the warm sand envelop her feet and toes. She walks a ways until arriving to the point just out of reach of the surf where she stops, just looking out at the water, letting the wind comb her hair.

Carson comes slowly up beside her, careful to stand several feet away to give her space.

Tears stream silently down Danielle's cheeks as she sees her brother in her peripheral vision. "Why, Carson?" she almost whispers. "Why did you let me think you were dead?"

Carson swallows hard, grinding his teeth in an effort to keep his own tears hidden. "It wasn't a car accident..."

"What?" Danielle turns to him. "They said..."

"I know what they said." Carson looks her in the eye. "But it wasn't true."

"Well what...what happened then?"

"There were bad people...really bad people that Dad was involved with."

"He was a good man," Danielle defends. "He was just a businessman who..."

"Who didn't realize what he was doing," Carson interrupts. "It's just...the way it was."

Danielle swallows hard and glances at Misty, then back to Carson. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth. "So if it wasn't a car accident..."

Carson draws in a shaky breath and shifts his gaze to the water. "They were murdered."

Danielle puts a hand to her mouth in shock. "Murdered?"

"Yeah." Carson looks down, trying to keep his mind from replaying that day.

"How...how did it happen?"

"You don't want to know all of that."

"Yes I do!" Danielle suddenly raises her voice as her emotions come to a high. "Since I was twelve, I thought all of you were dead! I thought it was a car accident! You can't just appear out of nowhere and tell me my parents and sister were murdered without telling me all of it!"

Carson shifts his gaze to look at her again. She was no longer a child. She deserved to know. "They were gunned down. Shot in the backs."

Though having asked, Danielle sucks in her breath. Searching Carson's eyes, she knows the truth. "You saw it, didn't you?"

"I did."

New tears being to overflow Danielle's eyes as she pictures the horrific event. "Dad...and Mum...and Sarah?"

Carson nods. "They died instantly."

More questions surface in Danielle's mind. "Why didn't they kill you?"

"Because they knew my type...I was a coward that wouldn't stand up to them...and..." Carson hesitates. He had been a scumbag, hired to torture. "...and they wanted me to work for them instead."

Danielle can feel just a bit of anger. "You worked for the people that killed our family?"

Carson stands tall, receiving the blame bravely. "I did. I was scared...I didn't want them to retaliate against you...I didn't want to die. So yes...I did. And I was wrong."

"What did you do for them?" Danielle's tone indicates she suspects he had not done good things, and was angry with him.

Carson shakes his head. "I did bad things...real bad things." His eyes rove quickly to Misty for support, then back to his sister. "But...but not all that long ago I finally got out...realized I couldn't work for them anymore."

Danielle turns away from her brother, unable to control the tears. "I just can't believe it," she sobs quietly. "But I know it's true. I was just so...so alone. And you never even tried to contact me...not once... I missed Mum and Dad, but you...you were my hero...and in my mind, I always imagined that you had died a hero. But now...now I find out that not only did you not die, but you lived because you were a coward."

Carson's heart sinks as he feels the rejection he had hoped against. He looks to Misty, not knowing what to do now. After several moments, he finally reaches out to tilt Danielle's face back to his own, with a gentle finger under her chin. The pain coursed through her eyes and stabbed his heart like a dagger. He moves his hand to wipe away some of her tears with a rough thumb. "I'm sorry, Danni," he whispers. "I'm trying to do what's right."

Danielle looks at her brother through her tears, fighting the turmoil within her. But she can't stand up under it alone. Breaking down, she falls into Carson's arm, the sobs coming forth as she cries onto his chest.

Carson wraps his arms around her, holding her close, holding her tight, a single tear finally escaping to roll down his cheek as he closes his eyes against the emotions.

"I can't believe you're alive," Danielle sobs as she clings to him. "I just don't understand."

"Shh." Carson desperately tries to comfort her, feeling so inadequate. Helpless, he finally turns to Misty, questioning what to do...questioning how to go on...he was at a total loss.


Rick finishes his examination of Jason's knee, and rewraps it, seeming to be deep in thought.

Jason looks to him with question, trying not to flinch under the painful movements. "What's wrong, Rick?"

Rick shakes his head a little. "I'm afraid that there's some infection setting in. We'll have to keep an eye on it."

"Great. Just what I needed." Jason sinks his head further into his pillow, discouragement setting in. It had been a long, boring day, he was missing out on fun with friends tonight, and he was in too much pain to care anymore.

Rick quirks an eyebrow. "Hey...copping an attitude never helped anything."

Jason sighs. "I know...when can I get out of here."

"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours. Settle down, Hotshot."


Bret sits against against the large rock, hidden in a nook along the lakeside beach. The wind blew through his hair, and his eyes were closed, letting just his eyes and skin receive what was going on around him. He hadn't moved since he'd arrived hours earlier, and didn't understand why he didn't want to leave. He simply didn't want to go home. He was upset and didn't understand why. He was miserable and didn't understand what had spawned it. Something was missing...something had been taken from him. But what...and why.

Bret knew the answer. But he didn't want it. He knew what was bothering him, but didn't want to acknowledge it. If he did, he would have to admit that he'd made a second mistake.

Just an hour

*Slowly Misty follows Carson into the building. Weaving through people Misty's own thoughts run wild. She would nervouse for Carson. She wasent sure how this was going to go down but could only hope it would be good.

Coming up to the breakroom Misty stands next Carson glancing around at the saroundings. Finally searching the room Misty new witch one was his sister. She looked just like him. Listing to Carson Misty's own heart goes out for the of them. She couldent imagen how hard it was on Danielli must be feeling and Carson, she knows how had this is for him.

As Carson looks to her she can see the pleading look in his eyes. Misty quickly trys to formulate a plane in her mind. Than takes a few steps infront of Carson pating his am on the way. In a quiet Gentil voice Misty speaks.*

"Danni...sorry I've listened to your brother call you that for the last 4 hours."

*Misty starts over again.*

"Danielle...You dont know me for anything, but I'm your brother girl friend. My name is Misty and We've come a really long way to see you. All the way from Nevada. You cetinly dont need to talk to us, or listen to us. But at least give us an hour of your time. After that hour is up if you never want to see us again thats ok. We'll go away and leave you alone. Just seeing your ok if what mattered to your brother. We've litterly risked everything to find his baby sister. We hate to go back to Nevada without talking to you. He's a great guys who I love dearly and I know you will to. He just wants a second chanse to get to know his sister he though he lost. Just an hour thats all."

*Misty offers a friendly smile to Danielle.*

*Charlotte has all of her stuff packed up and takes one more look around the hotel room. She was actully going to miss it.

Angelica comes back into the room and stands in the doorway. She new her sister wouldent say anything and she was strong but look like in her eyes that probley only she could see said she was sad.*

"Are you ready to go Hermana?"

*Charlotte looks around the room one more time before turning and giving a smile to her sister.*

"Yes I am."

*Charlotte and Angelica make there way out of the hotel and get into the car making there way home.

Charlotte is quiet most of the way stairing out the window watching the scenary pass by. Right now silence was her best friend.*

Danni

Carson looks down to Misty's hand in his, and just looks at it for a moment, listening to her talk. Slowly, his fingers tighten around hers, though they tremble slightly, his nerves almost shot. His voice is strained with new emotions. "I don't think I can do it alone," he admits quietly.

His eyes stay focused downward. "I need you, Misty."

Finally looking up, his gaze is full of the thousands of thoughts that are running through his mind. So much pain from the past, so much worry for the future, so much anxiety for the present.

Just letting his eyes do the talking, he lets go of Misty's hand and turns the car off once more. Taking a deep breath, he gets out of the car and comes around to the sidewalk to wait for Misty.

Entering the building, they're met with a blast of cool air and a bustle of activity. Seeing a receptionist's desk, Carson aims for it and questions the woman. "I um...I came to see Danielle Ban.... I mean... Danielle Davis."

The woman quirks an eyebrow, annoyed at being interrupted. She points down the hall. "Keep going, turn right at the end, then hang a left a the studio sign."

Carson follows her directions with his eyes and nods his thanks. Making sure Misty is still with him, he leads the way, looking around nervously. Seeing the sign in the hall, he's ready to make the left turn, but instead, his eyes wander to what appears to be the break room on the other side.

He stops dead in his tracks. His heart leaps into his throat.


Danielle tucks a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear and laughs at a coworker's joke. Dressed casually in a tank top and khaki capris, she leans back in her chair, taking a sip of her iced tea. "Hey, did I tell you about what Jerry told me the other night?" She rolls her eyes. "Poor guy was trying to be romantic.."

"Jerry?" The other woman, a brunette in her forties, raises her eyebrows. "Romantic?"

Danielle giggles. "Yeah, that's my point. So here we are, out at that hotdog stand at the beach and..." Suddenly her eyes drift upward and catch sight of the two strangers in the door. She leaves her sentence hanging and looks at them with question. For some strange reason, a chill runs down her spine. "Can I...help you?"

Carson doesn't even know what to say. His eyes stayed glued to Danielle, his mind racing. Finally, a slight smile curls one corner of his mouth and he cocks his head. "You're all grown up."

Danielle raises her eyebrows and she stands from the table, studying Carson. A strange fear came upon her. It had been a long time since she'd spoken to someone with that strong of an accent. Her own had faded long ago. "I'm sorry...do I...do I know you?"

Carson swallows hard and tries to gain strength from feeling Misty at his side. "I'm...I mean....it's...it's been a long time."

Danielle's senses are heightened and she glances down to Amy, then back up at Carson. "I'm sorry, but...who are you?"

Carson lets a faint laugh escape. "I guess a twelve-year-old's memory might fade after a while...Danni."

Danielle sucks in her breath, her hands starting to shake slightly. "Only one person has ever been allowed to call me that," she hisses. "And he's dead. "Now I don't know who you are, or what you want, but please leave."

Her words cut Carson to the quick, and he grits his teeth, trying to stay in control of his own emotions. He searches his sister's eyes. "He's not dead..." He takes a step forward. "You do know me."

Tears of fear and confusion spring into Danielle's eyes and she takes a step backward. Memories that she had suppressed years ago come flying back to her. "No...no...I don't know what you're talking about. Please, just leave."

Amy stands up, ready to defend her friend, but Carson waves her off. "I'm not here to hurt anyone," he defends quietly. He turns back to Danielle. "Look at me, Danni...please..."

Danielle dares to stare him in the eye, dares to study his face, dares to hear that voice. Close enough, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch his face. Her voice is but a whimper. "Carson?"

Carson's own tears pool behind his eyes. "It's me."

A tear runs down Danielle's cheek as she breaths in deep, retrieving her hand. "How is this possible? I don't understand. Is this some horrid joke?"

"It's no joke." Carson pleads with her to accept the truth.

"How...how can I be sure?"

Carson looks at her with so many thoughts...so many memories flashing through his mind. "Don't let the bullies scare you, Danni. Just call for me...no matter where you are, I'll come running."

A sob sticks in Danielle's throat as she's thrown back into grade school, standing in that scary hall, her big brother offering his protection.

Amy sidles in next to her, to put an arm around her shoulder. "Honey, are you alright?"

Danielle shakes her head, now the tears flowing from her eyes. "I don't know... I just..."

Carson reaches out to his sister, but she backs up another step. "Please, Danni...don't be scared of me."

"How can I not be?" Danielle finally finds her voice. "You've been dead to me all these years. I don't understand...this isn't possible...Mum and Dad..."

Carson shakes his head, willing his own tears not to fall. "I was the only one."

"But why...why didn't you tell me."

"It's a long story...one I can't share in here in five minutes."

Danielle is shaking now, and clings to Amy's hand. "Please leave me alone, she begs."

Carson's heart sinks. "But..."

"Please! Or I'm going to call security."

Carson looks to Misty for help, then back at his sister, not understanding, not able to express what he wants to.


Bret passes his own house, stepping on the gas to speed out of town, his windshield wipers fighting the rain. Why he was so upset right now, he didn't know. Screeching to a halt at the side of the road, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a quarter. Giving it a toss, he catches it to reveal tails.

Throwing his car back in gear, he continues his route to the lake. The bar would wait.

To Late

*Misty listens to the raido closely. She was excited to know Danielle was ok. She hadent voice her mind on this whole thing, but Misty was really proud of Carson. For once her new something he wanted, he new he needed to do something good and he was doing it no matter the bumps. After the raido is off and the silence rains for a moment Misty turns to Carson. She can see the worry and term oil on his face. Slowly Misty slips her hand into Carson and gives a smile gives a soft whisper.*

"Go Carson. Go see your sister. We have enough time to find some place to stay after. You've come this far. Don't walk away from her now."

*Misty gives a gentil squeeze of his hand.*

"I can wait here, or come with you. Whichever is fine with me."

*Charlottle draws from from Bret holding the coin and smiling. Her heart hurt to know she might never see Bret again. Fate was cruel to give her something and that it away but such is life.

Bringing her hand to Bret's face she runs a hand over his cheek. Withdrawing she put the coin in her pocket. Gently she takes her necklace off and lays it in Bret's hand.*

"You take care to Bret and remember no wallowing without calling me first!"

*Slowly Charlotte turns away and gets out of the car shuting the door behind her. Turning her smiles and gives half a wave. She dident want to walk away, she dident want to say goodbye but how could she stay. Continueing to walk backwards Charlotte dosent take her eyes off Bret till she is inside and can no longer see him. Turning she makes her way up the steps. Half way there she stop taking the coin from her pocket whispering.*

"Heads I go back out to him, Tails I continue up the steps."

*Flipping the coin Charlotte catches it and slaps it on her hand. Moving the other she looks a smile spreading acorss her face. Heads Up. Turning Charlotte bolts down the steps and out the front door only to be greeted byt an empty parking space where Bret's car once was. She was to late he's already gone. Turning she head back inside.

The rain started to fall as the sky opened up,
As if to cry for those who cant when they feel like it the most.*

DJ

Carson is jolted from his thoughts as Misty gets back in the car, and he takes the map from her. Looking up he accepts the drink and gives her half a smile of gratitude. "Thanks..."

Sitting quietly for a moment, he seems as thought he wants to say something, but resists. Instead, he starts the engine again, and pulls out to follow the map. "Alright...we're on Eighth Street now..." His accent is once again resumed within the confines of the car. "Looks like we gotta hang a right at Fern...."

They drive for a while, Carson looking at every intersection, finally spotting it. Frowning, he realizes they're headed toward the center of the city, not a residential area. "If Zane pulled one over on me, he's dead meat," he threatens under his breath.

After several more turns, having to turn around once, then finding their way again, Carson furrows his brow at the number on the sign of the large building, and parallel parks along the curb as noisy traffic goes by. "Where are we anyway..." He looks at the map, looks at the note he jotted down from Zane, then looks at the number again. "We're at the right place according to this..."

Squinting, he leans down to read the tall sign at the other end of the building. KLVT 95.4

Carson quirks an eyebrow and sits up straight. Thinking a moment, he reaches for the radio and finds the station. A female d.j. is just talking.

"...and it's a great day out there for all you folks wrapping up your weekend. We got ninety-five degrees and sunny out there though, so lather on that sun screen and get lots of water while you're out and about. Annnnd coming up next we got a full hour of your favorite smooth listening songs, so don't go anywhere. This is Danielle Davis at KLVT - your station for great music."

Carson shuts the radio off as a commercial comes on. Sitting back in his seat, he gets lost in a stare as the realization hits him. That had been his sisters voice. "She's a disc jockey..." He swallows hard, now not knowing what to do. She was obviously safe...obviously unharmed to still be on the air...so Zane had told the truth.

But to know that all that separated Carson from her was a wall, was a realization he wasn't prepared for. He wanted to go in there now and see her...logic reminded him that she'd be on break now if there was going to be a full hour of music. He could actually see her again....after all these years, no knowing where she was...

Blinking, Carson clears his throat and starts the engine again. "We need to find a place to stay. The drop off point is the next town over, but we've got plenty of time now."


Bret's hand brushes Charlotte's face as he returns the kiss, knowing good and well that he would probably not be seeing her again. Part of him didn't want to feel this emotional pull right now because it increased the pain of knowing that he wouldn't see her anymore.... but part of him didn't care, and took that chance, just enjoying this sweet moment.

Finally drawing away, he gives her a smile. "Take care of yourself, Charlotte. Maybe fate will bring us back around again sometime. In the meantime..." He hands her a quarter. "You might need this."

Goodbyes

*As the hours drag on Misty is quiet leting the silence be her best friend. She dozes here and there but not geting much sleep. Drive is a nice change when she does but other than they is nice to watch the scenes pass by and listen to music that was kept low. Misty's head still pounded but after downing a few more advil the pain subsided for now.

Pulling into the gas satation Misty takes the paper from Carson.*

"Yeah I can do that."

*Geting out of the car Misty goes into the little gasstation store and looks for the map stand. Pulling one out she finds there destanation running her finger along the roads. Leaving out a sigh she takes the mape, grabs something to drink for Carson and herself, more Advil and something to eat. Paying for it all she heads back to the car and gets in.*

"I found the place on the map there..."

*Misty points to the area she circled.*

"...but I am horrable with direction so I though I'd just buy the map. I also got you something to drink. I thought you might be thirsty."

*Misty holds up the bottle for Carson.*

*Charlotte turns to Bret. Again this morning she had a great time with him. Now, now was the moment they both dreaded. Charlotte always hated goodbyes. Leting out a sign she opens the car door.*

"I guess it is. I've always hated goodbyes. I have a great week Bret and you made the possable thank you. It's one I'll probley never forget."

*Charlotte laughs leaning closer to Bret.*

"Sure is going to be boring in Cali without you."

*Leaning farther Charlotte's lips meet Bret's for what she knows to be the last time. She lets it linger for a long while as is remembering his kiss to always carry with her. This feeling she had washed over her again. She hated that she had to leave.*

*Pulling out of Mikes driveway Katie chatters with Jen finding there way to Camryns. Katie lays on the horn when they are outside and waits. She'd picked up both girls and now she just needed to food. Dispite Misty and Carson missing everything alse had run smooth today. It was turning out to be a good day after all.*

This is it

Carson doesn't respond, but simply pulls back out onto the highway, letting the radio take over the silence.

His mind fills with a million and one thoughts, all tangled within themselves, impossible to sort out. This was a mess...it was just one big mess. He'd actually gotten to the point that he'd go to the authorities now, but it was too late - he didn't have time, let alone the fact that it would be hard to convince anyone he wasn't lying just to get himself out of trouble.

The hours drag by, miles and miles left behind. The bag Carson brought from Jaz's is finally opened to retrieve the sandwiches and fruit she had packed, and it's discovered that she had also slipped in a roll of cash that came in handy for filling up the car with gas.

Carson has Misty drive at one point so he can grab an hour or two of sleep, but he's soon behind the wheel again, pulling over only for necessary stops or to stretch legs. The state border comes and goes, and by the afternoon, they start seeing signs for California beachfront resorts.

Talking seemed strange...there had been little dialogue since early that morning, but Carson proceeds, despite the odd tension. As they enter the city, he takes the paper he'd scribbled on and glances at the address. Seeing a gas station, he pulls up to the pump and cuts the motor, then hands Misty the paper. "Would you mind seeing if you can find that on a map?"

Getting out, he approaches the pump where another man is filling his truck, who nods with a smile, noting the Nevada license plates. "You're a ways from home."

Carson forces half a smile as he opens the gas tank. "Yeah, just a bit."

"Vacation?"

"Something like that. Looking forward to the beaches." Carson starts to fill up the car, and to the normal observer, nothing was out of place. But for someone who knew him, it might throw them to realize that he'd just lost his Australian accent.


Reese rubs his forehead, trying to get rid of his headache as he talks on the phone. "No, nothing. I can't get a hold of her or Carson." He sighs. "No leads? Nothing? We don't even know which direction they went... Yeah....no, I've got someone checking the airports already...." He shakes his head. "Whether it appears Misty helped him break out or not, I don't know whether she went on her own will or not. If not, we have an even bigger problem here.... Okay... Thanks, Doug."

Hanging up, he leans back in his chair, the worry evident on his face.


Bret pulls up to the hotel after having had breakfast with Charlotte, followed by a walk on the beach, then lunch. He glances out the window to the tall building where he knew Angelica would already be finished packing. "So...I guess this is it, huh?"

Bloodpressure

*Misty opens her eyes slowly and turns her head to Carson and grins alittle.*

"Ya I'm ok its just a headack. Bloodpressure sky rocketing can do that. You know I'll always stay by you Carson no matter what. Its been like that since I met you. Even if I am mad."

*Misty lets out a sigh and reaches out turn on the raido but keeping it low. She leans her head back again and just watches the scenary pass by.*

...

Carson takes a step forward as Misty falls, but stops as she picks herself back up. A curse slips out under his breath as he follows, once more sliding into the driver’s seat and shutting the door.

Without a word, he starts the engine, but just lets it idle for several moments. Suddenly his voice comes a bit quieter, though his gaze remains on the side mirror, ready to pull out. “You okay?”

Pain

*Misty lets out a sigh and stands in front of Carson.*

"Get in my stupid car Carson and lets go."

*Misty turns to walk back to the car when suddanly she stops falling to her knees for a moment holding her head as pain courses through her body. Her head it felt like it was splitng open again. Like someone was pounding on her skull. Slowlying picking herself back up she finishes her walk to the car taking out the advil from her purse again she grans a few more swalling them.*

"If your coming lets go already. You said you dont have time to waist."

*Misty slips into the passanger seat of the car leaning her head back and closing her eyes not sure if Carson was coming or not.*

Last thing

Carson stops and spins around to face Misty, his eyes reflecting the anger and hurt that he felt. “The last thing I am is a baby, Misty Miller,” he hisses. “I’ve killed people for a living for the last ten years of my life before coming here, and once…once, just once I’d like to save one. But it’s awfully hard when I got you hanging on my tail and whining about me all the time. You can’t have it both ways. Either you’re with me, or we part. It’s that simple.”

He searches Misty’s eyes, his own glaring at her to compensate for the hurt. “I know good and well the mistakes I’ve made and I don’t need you continuously pointing them out. Now I’m on my way to save my sister…but I’m only getting back in that car if I know you’re going to sit down and quit hefting around that chip on your shoulder that’s aimed at me.”

Carson pauses, his jaw muscles working with the tension. “And as far as you and I go…”

He cuts his own sentence off, leaving it unfinished. “It’s up to you what happens next, Misty. I’ve just given you the ultimatum, so now it’s your call. But make it quick because I’m running out of time.”

Get back in the Car

*Misty watchs Carson for a moment and than watches him walk away. As he heads up the shoulder and sticks out his thumb Misty runs to catch up with him just leaving her car behind.*

"Your not leaving without me Carson. I have nothing to go back to now. You get in a car I'll get in to. You get in a semi so will I. So stop being a baby and go back to my car and lets get going."

*Misty continus to follow Carson.*

Don't have to

Carson catches the keys as they’re thrown at him, his facial expression remaining hard as he receives Misty’s yelling.

When she’s through, he just stands for a moment, finally looking down and shaking his head.

Taking a deep breath, he looks back up, his tone calmed, though his eyes still blazing. “You know what….I don’t have to put up with this.”

Walking back to the car, he tosses the keys into the driver’s seat and leans in to grab his cell phone. Hooking it to his belt, he heads away again. “I’m wasting my time here. I don’t care what you do, but go throw your tantrum somewhere else. I have better things to do than stand here and listen.”

Heading down the shoulder he turns around to walk backward, sticking out his thumb as a semi passes.

Deal

*Misty stands back up she wasent intimanated by Carson and steps right back up at him. Throwing the keys at him. Her eyes flamed with fire bright than they had before.*

"Dont you EVER push me again do you understand me."

*She just stands stairing him in the eyes.*

"I'm NOT geting in the car and I'm NOT going home with out you. So do you understand me mister motcho. I'm not someone you can just push around got that. SO just SHUT UP and deal with me being mad."

Theft

Carson slams his fist onto the dashboard as Misty walks away. Letting out a frustrated groan, he rests his forehead on the steering wheel, his hands shaking from the nervous wreck he was beginning to be. “Dang it, Misty!” he yells.

Pulling the keys from the ignition, he gets out of the car and slams the door, making long strides to catch up to Misty.

Grabbing her by the arm, he yanks her back to the car, spinning her around, and giving her a light push so she backs into the hood. Taking her hand, he slaps the keys into her palm and shuts her fingers over them.

“The last thing I need on my record is car theft,” he hisses. “Now you get in that car and turn around and go back home.” He points up the highway. “Get your hind end out of this mess before you get us both killed, do you understand me?”

You dont need me...

*Misty flinches for a moment saprised a bit by Carson's out burst. Her own anger flases again.*

"There is never a good reason to lie. Thats a Carson copout."

*As Carson's words hit her ears they hurt more than she ever thought they would.*

"You dont need me, you dont need me huh. Fine..."

*Misty takes her seat belt off and opens the car door and geting out.*

"For someone who is grateful you have a funny way of showing it Carson Banks."

*Slaming the car door Misty starts walking down the side of the road as the cars fly past the same way they were driving.*

Up to you

Carson grits his teeth, his fingers gripping the steering wheel more tightly. Silent for a moment, he suddenly changes lanes again, putting on the breaks and skidding to a halt on the shoulder of the road. Reaching down, he shuts the radio off and turns to glare at Misty.

“Look, I know you’re upset with me, alright? So I did something stupid. So I pulled a few stunts I shouldn’t have. So I’m sorry, alright?! But I’m not going to go groveling at your feet, begging for forgiveness when there was a dang good reason I did it.”

Fire flashes in his eyes. “If you’re just staying with me so you can keep harping on me, then forget it.”

Carson swallows hard, still looking at Misty, one hand resting on the steering wheel. “Now I’m grateful for you getting me out of jail, and for getting me this far. But so help me, I don’t need you. I can just as well get out of this car and find my own way to California. So make up your mind. Either shut up and buck up and put up with me, or I walk. It’s up to you.”

Wasent

*Misty goes to speak only to have the phone shut on her. Looking at Carson she puts the phone back in her pocket.*

"He wasent tracking us and I'll say sorry all I want. At least I know how."

*Misty parshaly mumbles. Folding her arms she turns the raido on and just looks out the window.*

Unless

“Misty! What in blazes do you think you’re doing?!?! I cannot believe that you did this! What were you thinking?! Where are you??”

As Carson pulls the car back out onto the highway, he can hear Reese’s yelling from his seat. Quirking an irritated eyebrow, he reaches over before Misty can stop him, and shuts her phone to cut off the call. “For all we know, he’s trying to trace us,” he mutters flatly. “If I were you, I’d shut the thing off…that is, unless you want to blow the whistle on our whereabouts.”

Glancing into the rearview mirror, he changes lanes. “And by the way, don’t apologize for anything.” His voice is still cool as he concentrates on his task ahead. “What’s done is done and it’s over.”

Sup

*Misty listens to Carson conversation as she chews on her doughnut. Misty picks up on Carson's acent coming though over the phone. She couldent help but listen alittle harder. She always liked Carson's acent. Once he is off the phone she hops off the hood and goes to the passanger side with the food and the rest of the drink.*

"Like you think I'll let you drive my car without me."

*Geting into the car Misty smile. For a moment she is silent. Before looking out the front window and speaking again.*

"I'm sorry I blew up back there, I...dont....."

*As Misty speaks her phone rings making her jump 3 feet in the air. Pulling her phone out of the jacket pocket she flips it open leting out a sigh.*

"Speak."

*Katie heads out of TJY and home. Worrying the whole way about many things. Getinf home she flips the tv on and for a while just watchs tv till finally she falls asleep.*

Are you coming?

Carson paces by the car, looking up only when Misty comes. He shakes his head at her offer. “Nah, I’m not hungry.” He seems disinterested in anything around him, his nervousness growing.

Finally when his phone rings, it makes him jump, and he has to calm himself before answering.

“Carson here….yeah. Zane… Yeah, I got it….” Carson pauses, listening, his voice growing cold and steady. “Not so fast. I may get the cash to the drop off point, but how do I know the goods are safe?”

He stops again, grinding his teeth. “I want to know where she is. No good businessman would pay up before making sure the other end of the deal is secure, mate.”

Carson listens, beginning to pace. “No, you listen to me. I want proof she’s alive and unharmed, and you’re going to give me the time to check on that before I pay up. Got it?”

Suddenly he turns and steps quickly to the car, reaching in for a piece of paper and pen, fumbling with it as he uses the car’s hood as a table. Scribbling something out, he nods to the phone. “Yeah, I got both. Give me three days.”

He stops, glaring at the ground. “I need more than that and you know it. Look I got the money, I can’t perform miracles.” Pausing again, he listens. “Fine. Forty-eight hours. I’ll be at the drop off point.”

Flipping his phone shut, Carson is quiet for several moments, then finally turns his attention back to Misty, holding up the scribbled piece of paper. “I got an address on Danielle. We check out to make sure she’s still alive, then we meet Zane at the drop off point. But without the money, I can’t let him get away. We’ll need to take him down.”

Carson turns and opens the driver’s side door. “Are you coming to California with me?”


Reese shakes his head at Katie. “No, no…go on and get about your day. Check back here later, or I’ll call you.”

Once Katie is gone, Reese goes for his phone and picks it up, dialing Misty. “Come one, Misty…answer your dang phone.”

Inside

*Katie's eyes widen a bit as she stratens. It hadent even been 24 hours yet since Misty had helped with Jason why would do go and get Carson out?*

"Are you sure Misty helped? I mean...wow. Are you sure I cant do anything to help? I was going to go home and go to bed, but I dont think I can sleep now."

*Katie wants to help and she knows what she says it true. She wont be able to sleep not with all this going on.*

*Misty makes her way inside the small rest stop. Asking where the bathroom is first. Geting pointed in the right direction Misty finally finds it. Going inside she stairs into the mirror for a long moment. She looked like crap and help it too. Pulling a brush from her purse she runs it thought her hair making it look alittle bit better. Than splashing some water on her face She feels semi refershed.

A few more mintues pass and Misty emerges from the bathroom. Heading down a few isles she grabs some advil. A bottle of moutain dew and a pack of doughnuts for Carson and herself. Heading back to the car she plops down on the hood and cracks open the bottle downing some of the pills.*

"I have doughnuts if you want them."

Directions

Jason manages a smile at Katie. “Thanks, Hero.”

As if on cue, as soon as Katie leaves, Rick appears in the doorway. “Hey, Hotshot. Thought I’d come in early this morning to see how you are.”


Reese slams the phone back down in the cradle and looks up as Katie. “Oh, Katie, Katie, Kaite…” He groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Carson bailed….Misty’s with him.” He shakes his head. “I’m going down to the station now to talk with Brown and get a search out. You go one with your day like normal…I’ll just call you if I need you.”


Carson turns quickly to Misty’s comment about smoking. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Tell that to my nerves.” He watches her get out of the car and gives a little nod. “Like I hadn’t thought about them looking for us…” He almost rolls his eyes. “Yeah, go on – I’ll wait for ya. We’ll be sitting here ‘til I hear from Zane.”

He twirls his phone in his hand. “We can’t just travel in any direction…for all we know, he’s the opposite way and we’re heading away from him. He could be clear across the country.”

Shouldent

*Katies eyes slowly open as her neck throbs with pain. Hearing Jason's voice she sits up and gives a half grin.*

"Sorry I fell asleep on ya."

*Standing Katie streaches taking note to the time.*

"I guess I had better get going huh. Rick should be here in about an hour. If you need anything before that call me. I mean it J."

*Giving a smile and his hand a squeeze turning she leave the infermary.

As Katie cross the main for to head out she hears Reese voice rise. Feeling something was wrong Katie makes her way over to his office. Seeing the door was open she gives alittle knock questions on what was going on in her eyes.*

*Misty's eyes slowly flutter open her head feeling like is was spliting open. Squinting Misty trys to remember what happend and than groans as she remembers. Looking around she can tell they are at a rest stop but where she dosent know. Seeing Carson leaning aganst the car outside Misty rolls down her window. Staring to slips out of it than sits down on the doow half in the car half out her arms on the roof. Looking to Carson she states.*

"Smoking kills you, ya know!"

*Looking back to the roof of the car she picks at some tryed berrys that had baked there in the sun probley the day before.*

"We probly shoulden't stay in one place for two long. My guess would be right about now they are going to be looking for us."

*Pulling the rest of herself off out the car she walks past Carson twords the tiny store.*

"My head is killing me. I am going to get some advil, and MD. Might as well use the bathroom while we are here too. Do you want anything?"

WHAT?!

“Yes, I can drink because I didn’t drink half a bottle, ya idiot.” Carson shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m hot alright – hot enough to belt your behind for making a scene then getting shnockered.”

He tosses a brown paper bag in the back seat, and steps closer. “Now come on, move over!”

Seeing Misty’s sluggishness, he reaches down and pulls her put of the car into his arms, containing the groan from the pain it causes his ribs. Carrying her to the other side of the car, he manages to get the door open, then deposits her in the passenger seat. Bending over her, he pulls the seatbelt across and fastens it.

Pausing before he straightens though, he gives her cheek a gentle tweak with his thumb. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” Sighing, he finally withdraws and shuts the door.

Going around to the driver’s side, Carson slips inside and starts the engine, peeling out of the driveway with a squeal of rubber.


“He did WHAT?!?!” Reese stands in his office, the door open and his shout reverberates through the main floor. “You cannot be serious! What kind of idiots do you have working down there?!”

He slams his briefcase onto his desk, his phone in hand. “You mean to tell me that not only is Carson missing, but it was MY NIECE who broke him out?! No, I will not calm down! This is completely uncalled for! No, I’m coming down there NOW and you WILL get your men on the road to start looking for them!”


Jason’s eyes flutter open and he blinks in the dim light. He hurt from head to toe. Turning his head, he saw it was after five in the morning. Licking his dry lips, he spots Katie asleep in the chair and has to shake his head a little bit. “You better get up,” he whispers. “You got church in a while.”


Carson leans against the outside of the car and throws his cigarette on the ground to crush it under his boot. Looking around the roadside reststop, he’s glad not too many people are around.

Fingering his cell phone, he waits for it to ring. Zane should have called by now…

Fair

*Misty just looks at Carson as he gets in the car.*

"Sure...you cans drink but I cant? How fair ish that?"

*Misty's words are slered proving she was a bit tipsy. Crossing her arms she just looks at Carson and shakes her head.*

"Where are we run tosh now?"

*Misty squints alittle look at Carson. Her head was spinning.*

"Your pretty hotsh you know that."

Cold hearts

Jaz whirls around as Misty raises her voice, her eyebrows raised.

Carson flinches as Misty’s fist slams into the table, and he looks up as he hears her harsh words. His eyes start to narrow, his jaw tightening. Standing up, he glares at her, watching her take the bottle and leave. “Misty, get back here!” he barks, but the front door slamming is the only response. “Dang it!” Carson flops back down in his chair, burying his face in his hands. “This is just stupid.”

Jaz folds her arms across her chest and just watches Carson for several quiet moments. “Your tastes have changed, Carson…this one has a fragile heart.”

Carson looks up quickly, staring Jaz in the eye. “And you don’t?”

Jaz offers half a smile. “Oh…maybe at one time. But somewhere along the way I learned if I was fragile, I wouldn’t survive around guys like you.”

“Guys like me?”

“Cold-hearted sunuvaguns with their own plans and their own roads to glory.” Jaz shakes her head and turns to pour a cup of coffee. “Girls like me are cursed with an attraction to that, then we get burned, learn our lessons the hard way, and then we get hearts just as cold.”

“And Misty?”

Jaz takes a sip of her coffee. “She hasn’t developed a cold heart yet.”

“Yet?”

“Keep pushing her and she will.”

Carson sighs, and is quiet for several moments. “I’m sorry, Jaz.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know.” Carson shakes his head and picks up his shirt to slip it on over his head. “Everything.”

Jaz just forces a small smile, understanding. “You’ve changed too, Carson. I just hope you’re not in too much trouble this time.”

“Yeah…me too.”

“Let me get you guys some food to take. You better get out of here before this thing gets worse…”


…Misty’s car door opens and Carson reaches in to jerk the whiskey bottle from her hands. He slams it on the driveway, letting it shatter into a million pieces, what’s left of the contents, running down into the grass. “Move over,” he orders. “I’m driving.”

Drinking

*Misty eyes Carson and the drink watching him as he drinks it. Listing to Jaz and Carson both Misty cant take it anymore. She dident like crying infront of people, let alone crying at all but her emotions were so high, and she had been through so much. Her face turns flush and her eyes fillls with tears from her emotions and her mouth truns into a frow slaming her fist into the table with such force as she stands.*



"DONT, call me hun and as for taking it easy on him..."



*Misty scoffs as the tears burn in her eyes.*



"Why dont YOU ask him how many times I have let things slide, how many times I have turned a cheek and taken it easy on him while I was being trampled in the process. But I guess no matter what I do that dosent matter does it."

*Misty takes some money from her wallet and throws it at Jaz taking the alchohl from the counter.*

"I'm waiting in the car so when you need me again come and get me. Because obvesly I am not needed in here. Stay the night, eat do whatever I dont care anymore. Just tell me when and what we are doing next whenever that is."

*Turning Misty makes her way out of the house opening the bottle of whiskey and taking a swig coughing after wards. Making her way out of the house she opens the door and gets into the car taking another swig. Than just twirs the bottle in her hand her mind still racing.*

If you want to keep

Carson winces at Misty’s lack of care on his face, and tries to breath through the pain as she wraps his ribs. He can hear the tension in her voice and knew good and well that she was upset with him for bringing them here.

As she sits back down, Carson sits and leans his elbows on the table to rest his face in his hands. “I don’t know…I can’t think.”

Jaz watches their interaction closely, quirking an eyebrow. Seeing Carson on the verge of giving up, she shakes her head. Going to the cupboard she grabs a bottle of whiskey and a glass, pouring a double shot. Setting it down in front of Carson, she then puts the bottle away. “You can always spend the night.”

Carson lifts his head as he hears the glass clink on the table. “Apparently staying isn’t an option,” he states flatly, throwing Misty a perturbed sidelong glance.” Downing the whiskey, he cringes as it burns his throat, and it takes him a moment to speak again. “Unless my partner here wants to bail on me now, which she is free to do at any given time if she so pleases.”

Jaz raises an eyebrow and glances at Misty. “Honey, if you want to keep this guy, I wouldn’t give him too bad of a time. I can tell you don’t like being here, and I can’t blame you, but it is what it is.” She turns to go to the coffee pot, and pats Carson’s shoulder on her way. “Take it easy before you give yourself a hernia.”

Carson rolls his eyes. “We need to put distance between ourselves and the station, then at five, I’m expecting a call from my contact.”

“At least stay and eat something,” Jaz prompts. “Please…I can’t let you leave hungry.”

Borken and brused

*Misty dosent bother smiling back. She dident like being here and she dident intend on preteding she did.*

"No, I'm fine thank you. I could use that iodine though."

*Taking the bottle and cloth Misty starts to clean the cuts on Carson's face beign alittle less than gentil. Her eyes locking with his every once in a while. Her own eyes holding so manything its was hard to desypher between them all.*

"Well nothing is broken in your face. So thats good."

*Moving down Carson's chest she comes to Carson's ribs. Poking tham and proding them feeling them here and there.*

"Well, there broken you new that and they are savearly brused, but they will heal."

*Misty takes a bandage from her pocket and starts to wrap Carson's ribs drawing near to him to to get around the back. Leting out a soft Sigh this time Misty trys to be gental knowing his ribs were more delakit.

Finally dont Misty goes to the sink and washes her hands. Than sits back down at the table . Taping her fingers absintmindly.*

"Now what do we do?"

Coffee

As Misty’s comment hits Carson’s ears, he turns to her with a look of distaste and is about to say something, but resists, instead, simply pointing her to the bathroom. Heading to the kitchen, Jaz follows to put on a pot of coffee. Her back turned while Carson changes, she questions him. “So what kind of scrape is it this time?”

“Broke jail.”

Jez’s eyes widen slightly and she turns around. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“With that girl?”

Carson sighs. “Yes. She’s the one that got me out.”

Jez quirks an eyebrow. “Been a long time, Carson.”

He pulls off his shirt and winces, looking down to see the bruises around his ribs.

Jaz cringes. “Nice. What did you do, get hit by a truck?”

“Just about.”

Jez sighs and shakes her head. Grabbing a washcloth, she gets it wet, then goes to Carson, reaching up to wipe several of the cuts on his face. “There was a time when you’d enjoy this.”

“The only thing that I’ll enjoy right now is getting out of here without you or us getting caught.” He reaches up to take her wrist and lower her hand. “I don’t want you to get involved in this.”

Jez catches his eye. “I won’t.” After a moment, she turns to go to a cabinet to retrieve some iodine, ointment and bandages. “May I?”

Carson shakes his head. “Not unless you want to insult the doctor.”

“Doctor, eh?” Jaz looks up as Misty enters the kitchen. She gives her a light smile. “You better get this man cleaned up before someone thinks he was the victim of a hit and run. Coffee?”

At least

*As Misty drives following Carson direction till finally they stop. Stoping at the house Misty eyes it for a moment. Geting out she follows Carson up to the steps waiting. As the woman answers the door Misty just looks at her and than looks to Carson giving her head a shake. Entering Misty can feel her stomach do slips and flops. Standing numbly. She couldent believ this. Just one thing after another. Her anger seemed to flair again though she tryed to keep it in. After Jz had gone up the steps. Misty is silent for a few moment but as Jaz comes down the steps again she snickers and whispers so only Carson can hear her.*

"At least Ashlyn was pretty."

*Taking the cloths from Jaz Misty heads down the hall to where she was told to go. Entering the bathroom Misty closes the door and locks it. Siting down on the tolet Misty puts her head in her hands. She dident want to be here, what was she doing. Standing again she cleans her face off and changes into the shirt that was given to her. Finally emerging from the bathroom and making her way to the kitchen.*

House

Jason stays alert for quiet a while, but finally can’t stand it any more and as Katie get him some pain killers. It’s not long after that his body takes over, pulling him into sleep for several hours.


Carson rolls his eyes a little at Misty’s sass, though humor glints in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah…I’ll get cleaned up here…” He stares out the windshield, his mind reeling with possibilities.

“Hmm?” He follows her gaze to the backseat. “Yeah, sorry. We might use it, but I think my tactic has changed. I would have had the money tonight, but now that’s all gone, so I’ve got to convince Zane I actually have it…”

Carson sighs deeply and lets them get miles between them and town. Heading into another city, he looks around, seeing the signs and seems to hesitate, but finally directs Misty. “Turn right up here…there’s a place we can stop to change clothes and get cleaned up.”

He leads them to the back edge of the city in a residential area, finally telling Misty to pull up in front of an older two-story house.

Carson is quiet for a moment, then gives Misty a sidelong glance, his eyes seeming to say, ‘I won' tell you, if you don't ask.’ “Come on.”

Getting out of the car, Carson leads Misty to the front door and rings the bell.

A small dog barks inside, lights go on, and the sound of someone approaching can be heard. The locks turn and the door opens a crack to reveal a blonde woman in her mid-thirties, wrapped in a robe. Her eyes narrow with suspicion, then widen. “Carson?”

Carson nods. “Jaz, we need your help.”

Opening the door wider, Jaz makes way for Carson and Misty, shutting the door behind them. She gives Misty a once-over, then glances to Carson, seeing the shape he’s in. “What happened?”

“Got in a scrape. We need to clean up…need some clothes.”

Jaz studies his eyes for several moments, much being unsaid. Finally she turns back to Misty to size her up. “I think I have something.” She disappears upstairs for just a few moments, and Carson waits awkwardly, not meeting Misty’s eyes.

Jaz returns down the stairs with a short-sleeved shirt and jacket to hand to Misty, then holds out a t-shirt and jeans to Carson. “I’m gonna miss having these around.”

Carson’s jaw tightens, showing the tension, and he accepts the clothes as his own. Not responding to her, he turns to Misty instead. “There’s a bathroom down the hall. I’ll clean up in the kitchen, then you can come sew me up.”

Not the first time...

*Katie giggles alittle and shakes her head handing the ice cream and spoon to Jason.*

"You don't have to say sorry all the time you know. I don't exspect you to always remember. Its not like blocking things out is going to always be the first time on your mind."

*Katie gives alittle smile at goes to the tv to pop in the movie. Geting it start Katie finally sits down in the chair next to Jason's bed and digs into her own her attachen on the tv. Once and a while she would glance at Jason throwing a smart alick comment at him or something but for the most part they she just sat enjoying his company and watching tv.*

*Once outside Misty throws a look at Carson irratation on her face as she hiss back at Carson.*

"Yes I realize what I am doing. If you have a problem with it I can turn you right back around and put you back in the cell."

*Misty cant help but give Carson a sassy grin as she gets into the car.*

"Its not like this is the first time I broke you out of a cell."

*Misty tolls her eyes.*

"But if you run away this time, I wont be happy and you have enough problems without me being madder at you."

*Misty peals out of the parking lot and squeels her tired heading down the road away from town.*

"I'm not stupid you know. I know better than to go back to your place. I'm the driver you tell me where to go and when we stop I'll clean you up, and re-wrap those ribs. I dont need you geting sick on me."

*Misty keeps her eyes on the road as it turns dark leaving down and heading down the dark road.*

Changed your mind about tracking the call. You mean I got that stuff for nothing?"


*Misty nods to the backseat. Trying to keep the grin from spreading across her lips.*

Do you realize...

“Oh, sorry.” Jason thinks for just a moment, withdrawing the pain from the extractable emotions so Katie won’t feel it. “Pain killers make me sleepy and I don’t want to sleep, I want to watch a movie.” He nods stubbornly. “I don’t need anything but to get my mind off that stupid case, so pop the movie in.”


As Misty walks away with Carson’s phone, he looks after her, bewildered. What on earth was she doing?

A few minutes later when the officers com in, Carson is on his feet, ready for anything, but clueless. At the officer’s questioning what’s going on, he scoffs at them. “Don’t you wish you knew?”

Getting slammed against the wall to be searched, Carson lets out a grown as the pain kicks in again. But finding nothing, the officers leave. Their parting statement makes Carson’s blood boil and he grits his teeth, unable to think up a suitable comeback.

Pacing his cell, Carson’s mind bounces from one thing to the next. What had happened? Where had Misty gone? Was she really helping? Or had she decided she’d had enough, and was now against him?

The rattling window catches his attention. His eyes widen as he sees Misty drop through the opening, and he just stares at her, hardly believing that she’d taken him seriously. “Misty…what….”

But he’s not about to stay. Holding his ribs, he makes his way as quickly as he can to the window after being let out of his cell, and grabs a chair to help himself up and out. Once outside, he reaches in to help Misty out as well, his insides screaming with pain as he pulls.

The night air is cool and crisp, a refreshment from the inside dampness. “Holy cow, Misty,” he hisses. “Do you realize what you’re doing?!”

Making his way with her to her car, he gets in the passenger side and waits until they’re away from the station to speak. “Dang, you are an impulsive sheila aren’t you? Breaking a bloke out of jail like that?”

He gives her a sidelong glance before shaking his head a little. “Thank you.” He wipes some fresh blood from his cheek and points down the road. “Don’t go to my apartment. Just get us out of town. I think I changed my mind about tracking the call.”

Not doing anything

*Misty takes the phone and turns off the ringer, Misty slips the phone into her pocket. Starting to walk away from Carson's cell.*

"I'm not doing anything."

*Misty keeps walking dispite any noices she hears and exit where the cells are. Taking a deep breath Misty busts through the door as she see 3 differnt cops siting at a desk.

The office jump up forgeting Misty was there she startled them.

Misty goes over quickly to the one officer and leans close to to. Panting she speaks.*

"Carson, he.....something is going on....he was talking crazy...and I need to go home...but you need to see whats wrong."

*As Misty speaks the office look at eachother and heads out into the room with the cells.

Looking through the doors and seeing the officer disapear Misty acts fast moving around the room. Grabing a few items she new would be used for tracking calls. Than quickly she gets into her car with the stuff and pulls out of the parking lots.

As the officers make there way to Carson's cell they eye him for a second.*

"Whats going on here?"

*The one officer goes for his keys but cant find them leting out a groan as he remembers he left them on the desk. Noding to one of the other to open the door. Once its open the officer goes in and starts ruffing Carson up. Checking his pockets. Finding him clean the office leave the cell and locks it up again.*

"I dont know what your up to Banks but why dont you not scaire off the people that actully want to still come and see you."

*The officers laugh between themself and head back down the hall disapearing. After a few moment one of the windows starts to raddle as the sound of a lock turns. Before anything can even be said some legs pop through the window and there is no mistaking who this was. Finally Misty drops to the ground and dusts herself off having shed her jacket. Walking over to Carson's cell she shakes her head. Pulling a set of keys from he pocket she gets a grin on her face and unlocks the cell opening the door.*

"This dosent mean I forgive you yet. Come on lets go before the relize something is up. My car is outside."

*Turning Misty grumbles.*

"I'm so going to jail for this, and losing my job. Go on go through the whole first."

*Misty hands Carson his phone back.*

" I dident want them to take it when they came down here."

*Katie laughs as she hands Jason his ice cream and cracks open her own.*

"Want some Advil for that pain? Because how you can stand it I dont know but its driving me up a wall."

*Katie cant help but smile poping in the movie.*

"As for Rick and Misty its 2 am I doubt they will be in anytime soon. Do you need anything before I start the movie?"

Trusting

Jason grins as Katie comes back, some of the meds starting to wear off. He was in more pain now, but said nothing, not wanting to get loopy so much again.

“Mmm, you know how to take care of me, don’t you?” He winks at her. “Yes, it’s more than ok with me. Just keep Misty and Rick away a little longer so I can get away with eating the ice cream.”


As Misty withdraws her hand, Carson pulls his back inside the cell, feeling a tinge of coolness, and knowing he deserves it.

Looking up at her at her request, he frowns, quirking an eyebrow. Searching her eyes, he finally passes the phone back through the bars. “What are you doing?”

Give me

*Misty lets out a long sigh. Looking down at Carson's hand Misty speaks.*

"Ya you did mess up big time and you can only say sorry so many times before people stop believeing it. Your probley gonna have to start showing with actions."

*Closing her eyes for a moment Misty draws silent and lets go of Carson's hand.*

"You relized whats your asking me to do? Havent I been through enough?"

*Looking up and down the hall Misty shakes her head. She stars to pase looking at the small windows.*

"This place is a fortruse it would be near impossable to break out of here."

*Stoping Misty puts her hand through the bars. Searousness in her voice.*

"Give me your phone Carson. Trust me.Give me it back."

*Katie heads out of the infermary and heads to the store taking a bit longer than normal, than swings around the 24 hour video store and picks up two movies before heading back to TJY and walks back into the infermary.*

"Ice cream, spoons and two movies. Glimmer man and Fire down below. That ok with you your royal hyness?"

You know

Jason grins at her. “You know my favorite is mintchip. And don’t get no chick flick. I’m in the mood for some butt kickin’ movie where the goodguy wins.”

Once Katie is gone, Jason settles back again, sighing deeply. He hated the feeling of not being in control of his own thoughts, and lying here like this was driving him bananas.


Carson sits and racks his brain for a solution. His nerves getting the best of him, he starts to bounce his leg a little, his hands becoming a bit shaky for the want of a smoke.

“Okay, so…here are the pieces…. I got a sister, whose location I don’t know. It may not even be the US. Next, I got a guy who found her – and I know it has to be true because no one knew about her at all – and I don’t know where he is either. He is going to do something bad to my sister if I don’t pay up the fifty thousand dollars. I just lost my chance at getting the money. So now we have to find him in order to take him down, and then find Danni so we can prevent more mishaps.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, lost for answers. Slipping his hand through the bars, he takes Misty’s. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes quietly. “I know I messed up.”

Quiet for several minutes, he finally speaks again. “If no one is going to let me work on this case, or even believe me for that matter, how about breaking me out of here?”

Ice cream/ Movie

*Katie finally sits up and whipes her face though her cheeks were still read.*

"Ya I know from experince with pain killers they will do that to you. Your just lucky your not eating hospetal food."

*Standing Katie see Jason wince alittle and trys to help him sit up. Pulling his pillow alittle bit up behind him.

Giving a laugh Katie goes to her purse and pulls out her keys.*

"Give me about 10 minutes and I will get some ice cream. Because now that you said something I want some too. What kind do you want? I'll grab a movie too seeing as there is nothing on."

Hate

After a few moments of silence, one might think Jason was asleep again, but ever so slowly, his hand reaches down to ruffle Katie’s hair. “I hate drugs,” he mutters. “Dang spiders.”

He pats her head before withdrawing, and tries to pull himself up so he can sit a little more, but the pain keeps him down. “Okay…I don’t know ‘bout them things Misty gave me, but I am wiiiiiiiiiide awake now.” He widens his eyes, then frowns. “And I have a craving for ice cream. It's after two in the morning, and I have a craving for ice cream. Now you tell me that's not drug-induced.”