halloweentown!!! (halloweenish) wrote in politico,
@ 2010-02-03 23:47:00

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seth, vegas
It was a busy day at the record store, and Vegas was ready to go home. He had good news for Murphy. His boss said that Murphy could have a job at the record store whenever he was ready, no rush. It was ideal since Murphy could get back into the swing of things with Vegas at his side, and not have to go it alone. After finishing up his shift and clocking out, he called Murphy's track phone and left a message when his brother didn't pick up. He had a weird feeling, but he was doing his best to shake it off and not freak out about it. The last thing Murphy needed was for him to freak out and make a big deal when nothing was wrong.

Vegas headed for his car with his hands hidden away inside the pockets of his jacket, and his chin was tucked down low so that his mouth and nose were covered by his red and black checkered scarf. When he heard his cell go off, he assumed it was Murphy calling back, and he put it to his ear as he unlocked the door to his car.

"'Lo? Murph?" he asked as he slipped inside the car and pulled the door shut.

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impotentwaffle
2010-02-04 06:32 am UTC (link)

"He's not with you?" came the voice on the other end of the line. It had been Seth's first thought when he'd gotten home that night. As usual, he was later than he said he was going to be. He'd been trying not to drink, but it was impossible not to resist a nip or two at work and then that always led to bad judgment and a trip to the bar before he got home. When he saw that Murphy was gone, he assumed he'd with Vegas somewhere, but when he saw the small bag missing, he thought perhaps he'd gone to sleep at Vegas's place.

So he'd waited a little while before working up the courage and frustration to call Murphy. No answer. Next was Vegas and the fact that he'd answered thinking he was Murphy made Seth's blood run cold. "Tell me he's with you."

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	halloweenish 2010-02-04 06:38 am UTC (link)
	When Vegas heard Seth's voice, and that response, he paused. His hand was halfway to the ignition with his keys, but the second he heard Seth's voice it just stopped. Everything stopped. "No, he's not with me," he said after a moment, once his brain had caught up with him. "I just got off of work. He's not with you? He's not home? Did you try my parents?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2010-02-04 07:25 am UTC (link)

"No he's not home! Why would I call you if he was home?" He snapped because he was starting to panic. "I called them already and they said to call you." He presses his palm against his forehead as he bent over in an attempt to keep the blood from rushing out of his head. "His bag is missing. Some money."

He was past the point of terrified now. Either Adam had come to take him, or Murphy had finally gotten fed up with Seth and had left him. Neither option was one that Seth could live with. "I don't know what the fuck to do."

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	halloweenish 2010-02-04 07:28 am UTC (link)
	"Okay, Seth, I wasn't sure if you were home or not, don't fucking bite my head off," Vegas snapped, all ready aggitated from feeling off about things all day. "Maybe... He's at my place. Let me check, I'm on my way there now," he said as he started up his car, "I'll call you right back." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2010-02-04 08:05 am UTC (link)

Without saying okay, Seth snapped his phone closed. He tried Murphy's phone again, but got his voicemail. Sending off a text wouldn't do much good, but it made him feel a little better anyway, as if he was actually contacting him.

It was logical to believe that perhaps Murphy had simply gotten tired of his drinking. He was drunk right now, wasn't he? Even after Murphy had begged him not to drink anymore. The words 'I need you right now,' rang in his head and he felt like he was going to be sick.

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halloweenish
2010-02-04 08:09 am UTC (link)

Vegas was anything but slow as he drove back to his apartment. He'd given Murphy a key just in case he needed it for anything, mostly because he'd suspected that things would be a bit rough with Seth at first. He wanted Murphy to have a place to go.

Once he parked, he headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. He unlocked the door and slipped inside, looking around frantically.

"Murphy?" he called out as he went from the kitchen, to the living room, to the bathroom, "Murph?" he asked as he popped his head into his room.

He'd known Murphy wasn't there, he could feel he wasn't there, but he was hoping against hope that he was wrong. When the place did turn out to be empty, his stomach sank and he sat down on the bed to put his face into his hands. Murphy wouldn't just take off on his own without telling him. He wouldn't leave Seth without telling him. Vegas knew that. He just did. He pulled his cell back out and called Seth's number.

"He's not here," he said quietly once Seth answered.

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	impotentwaffle 2010-02-04 05:26 pm UTC (link)
	"How could he have been taken? He's being watched." He looked out of the window and he didn't see any cars that looked suspicious. Maybe they'd stopped. Truth was, Murphy had lost them at the train station. "He would call you if he was going to leave me. He'd go right to you." Seth said a little bit bitterly, but more just full of fear in his voice. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	halloweenish 2010-02-05 12:20 am UTC (link)
	Vegas felt sick. He felt absolutely sick inside. He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed hard as he covered his face with his free hand. Not again. This couldn't be happening again, it wasn't fair. "I don't know," he muttered, his voice shaky. "God. I'm gonna be sick." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	impotentwaffle 2010-02-05 06:41 pm UTC (link)
	Seth was holding back sobs. "You have to call someone. That fbi guy, Connelly. Something. We have to find him!" Seth had always been one to shut down in a crisis. It was as if his brain simply couldn't handle it and it refused to do anything productive except beg others to take over and order a drink. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	halloweenish 2010-02-05 07:27 pm UTC (link)
	"I will, just come over here," Vegas said softly as he swallowed hard. "Please. Don't get trashed, just come over here, because we're gonna get him back, and he doesn't need you to fall apart. He needs you to be here." With that, he hungup the phone and dialed Agent Connelly's number. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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