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halloweenish) wrote in

politico,
@ 2009-12-29 23:16:00

vegas, chancellor, mick, mika

When Vegas got back to his truck, he was still in a bit of shock. Instantly he regretted not trying to follow Adam, but he never would have made it around back to his truck and then to the front again before Adam was gone. He lifted a hand and rubbed at his eyes angrily before he pulled Chancellor's card out of his wallet and grabbed his cell phone to dial the number. He realized then that he'd typed all of his information into the note application on his phone, and he sighed in exasperation. He found a pen and his notebook, usually used for penning lyrics, and he transferred everything over before he dialed Agent Connolly's number and pressed his phone up to his ear.

Chancellor was at the hotel he was staying in for the moment, crashed out on the bed. He was laying on his back with the case file open on his chest, completely passed out. The phone was on the bed next to his head and when it rang he jerked upright and looked around. He grabbed the phone and put it to his ear without checking the display. "Agent Connolly." That was always how he answered the phone. No hello, nothing. Just who he was and then he waited to see who it was.

"Agent Connolly," Vegas said as he leaned his head back against the headrest and swallowed hard. "I think - I think the guy who has Murphy was just here at the bar I was playing at. He talked to me, and he was asking strange questions. And then he said Murphy's name, I don't think he meant to, but he said it. I should have followed him."

Chancellor sat all the way up and he got up off of the bed. "No, you shouldn't have followed him, that would have been a terrible idea. But you got a good look at him, are you going to be able to give a description? Did you see what kind of car he drove or did you get the license plate?" He was pulling on his shoes and heading for the door, he needed to keep Vegas on the phone but he was close to Mick's apartment and he was going to wake her up to get the rest of the crew on the phone.

"I did, he's taller than me. Probably 6 foot, I think. Broad shouldered, in shape. Scruffy, he had blondish hair. Blue eyes. He drove a van, it was gray I think. Plates were Virgina, they were 445-RGT." Vegas thought they had him. He didn't realize the plates were registered to Adam's father, who's last known address was a retirement home, but it was something at least. "I should have followed him, I could be following him right now and I could have found Murphy." He wasn't thinking logically, he was too upset with himself.

"Stop. Where are you right now? You need to get into your car and you need to drive to the police station and we'll be there as soon as we can." it was going to be a flight out there or maybe just a really long drive, depending on how they thought it would be quickest to get there. "I'm going to get Mick and then we're going to come and see what we can do."

"Uh - all right, I'll go to the police station, why do I have to go there?" Vegas asked with a frown as he rubbed at his eyes. He just wanted to go to Mika, he needed someone to calm him down and Mika was always the one who could master it. Him and Murphy, but Murphy wasn't an option, not anymore.

"Because I don't think it is a good idea for you to go home without some sort of guard detail. And I think it would be in your best interest to get Mika to meet you down at the station." If Adam was around chances were he knew everything about Vegas. From where he lived right down to who he was dating.

"All right, but he honestly didn't seem that interested in me once I annoyed him enough about my connection to Murphy," Vegas replied as he started his truck up and tugged on his seatbelt. "He asked if I ever played the piano anymore, and that just struck me as odd. So I said he must have confused me with my twin, but I never said Murphy's name."

"That sounds like it could be him. Just get to the police station and once you are there I'll get off the phone with you and you try to find Mika." he got to Mick's in record time and started banging on her door, not giving a flying fuck if she was asleep or not. This was important.

"No, it was him, I know it was him," Vegas answered. "He asked why we don't play music together anymore, and I said that he was missing, and then I said I knew that he was still alive. I said that I could feel him, and I lied and said I could hear songs that he played and that's when he got annoyed and said Murphy's name. Said I couldn't feel him," Vegas said, talking a mile a minute. When he the knocking on the door he went quiet and swallowed hard. "I'll be at the police station. What do I tell them?"

Mick was asleep. She'd just fallen asleep after pouring over case files and making notes. When she heard the banging she got up and went to the door to look out the peep hole before she opened it up.

"What's going on? Did you find Reagan?" she asked, and though she'd been asleep, she was now one hundred percent alert, as if she hadn't been asleep at all.

"Just go inside, call Mika and then I'll be in touch within the hour." he hung up the phone and he looked up at Mick. "The unsub made contact with Vegas Knite. He's got a description and a license plate number. I'm going to text it to Jude and have him run the plates. He even has a fucking make nad model of the car. Get the fucking crew up, we gotta get to Vegas Knite."

Vegas hungup and dialed Mika's number. He wanted to know what was happening on Connolly's end, but at the moment, Mika was more important. He pressed the phone to his ear and tried to keep himself calm enough to drive.

"Holy shit," Mick replied. "All right, come in, let me get my phone."

Mika was sleeping, curled up in his bed because he had a midterm in the morning. When he heard the phone ring he figured maybe Vegas had forgotten his key so he picked it up. "Yeah baby?" he whispered softly, his voice groggy as he pressed the phone to his ear without even opening his eyes.

"I need you to meet me at the police station," Vegas answered as he drove. "The guy who has Murphy showed up at my show tonight, and Agent Connolly said you should meet me at the station. Can you that, please?"

It took a few seconds for that to register with what he was saying but Mika turned over and he rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah." He murmured. "yeah, I'll be there as quick as I can." He was going to have to walk, but it wouldn't be that far once he got up and got bundled up. "I'll be right there okay?"

"You know what, I'm not far from you, just come outside and I'll pick you up," Vegas said. He didn't like the idea of Mika walking, not when the man who had taken Murphy away was out there somewhere. And not when it was so cold. "I'm five away, be out in five." He hungup the phone and swallowed hard. His nerves were getting to him.

Mika hung up the phone and he rolled out of bed and struggled into his clothes. He ended up nearly face planting into the floor but then he got back onto his feet and finished getting bundled up before going out to wait for Vegas. When he saw his truck he hustled over and climbed into the passenger seat, feeling safer already. "Hey."

Vegas couldn't help but put the truck in park for a moment so that he could reach over and cup Mika's face in his hands. He pressed a few kisses to his mouth before he pulled back and put the car in drive again.

"Thank God you're all right," he said quietly, as if he just hadn't been the one been face to face with his twin's kidnapper.

Mika scooted closer across the seat of the truck and he wrapped his arms around Vegas. It was a bench seat so he could press himself right up against his boyfriend, holding onto him as tightly as he could manage.

"What happened baby?" He was scared, mostly for Vegas, and a little for Murphy.

"He was there at the show, he asked me why I don't play the piano anymore," Vegas said as he drove. "He said someone said I use to play. I said he must have had me confused with my twin, and he asked where he was. It was just too fucking weird, I just - I just started talking and then he said Murphy's name, and then he took off."

"Oh my god." He scooted closer to Vegas and just wrapped his arms around his waist, feeling incredibly protective over him and just scared in general that the man would have tried to contact him. "I'm so glad he didn't try to take you."

"I should have followed him," he murmured unhappily as he pulled up to the police station and put the truck in park. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "I could find out where he has Murphy, and everyone else, and I didn't. I just let him go."

"No, that could have been so bad. Don't even think that. They'll find him, the information you've been able to give them will be enough for them to find him, and to find Murphy and it will all be all right."

"I'm not so sure," Vegas said softly as he opened his eyes again and looked over at Mika with a worried frown. A part of him worried that maybe Murphy didn't want to be found, and he couldn't explain why. "What if Murphy doesn't want to see me?"

"Murphy is going to want to see you, Vegas. He loves you." There was no question about that, at least not in his mind. "I think that he'll want to see you as soon as he can, you know? He's probably just waiting for the chance and you are going to give him that with the information that you give the police."

"I don't know," Vegas whispered softly as he closed his eyes again and rubbed at them. His head hurt, and he felt completely useless. "The guy - the man who was at the show, he seemed so... Almost normal, I didn't even think anything of him when I went to the bar."

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