The next day was Friday and I did my now usual routine of driving her to school. Her parents have got to be the coolest parents in the world because they never pressured her or I, to drive her siblings to and from school now that she had her license. The twins who weren't far behind her in age were gearing up to get theirs, but her dad was like, nope, she got hers at seventeen that's when you get yours. Something that didn't surprise me, because as much as to the outside world Colton Lyon might seem like the most chauvinistic guy to ever draw breath, he's actually the most understanding parent I've ever met. He doesn't treat his kids any different because of gender when it comes to the important things in life. All she could talk about was the wedding, something I'd told her the night before when we finally got around to Facetime would not be some long drawn out deal. Of course I'd had to hear about how long it takes to get this and that done but I was only willing to g

"Can I go see her?" I didn't even let him get behind his desk good before I asked."Yeah, and try to keep her little ass quiet.""I'll do my best but she was raised to be a strong willed individual; not sure how well I'm gonna do." I grinned as I headed for the door."Touché kid, touché!" I lost the smile halfway to her bedroom and found it again as soon as I reached the door. "Hey, you feeling better?""She looked up at me from the bed where she was sitting. "Wanna go for a drive with me later?" She nodded her head just as her mother called for her to come downstairs. "Don't forget what I told you, three months tops and that's pushing it kinda close." I kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand before walking away and she had no idea that I was still pissed at her. All through dinner that evening I played the laid back cool guy. I fielded questions from the others, was the butt of their jokes all while grinning and playing my part. As soon as dinner was ov

I put it to the back of my mind though after stepping into the office and getting down to business. Mancini had been working nonstop on trying to clean up the image even more to see what else we could get that would lead us to finding the truck and driver and hopefully the person in the back. The others were trying to do background checks on everyone in the area around where we'd decided the image had been taken from. It was a long shot and tedious as hell but it needed to be done. My job was sifting through whatever they found to make sure they hadn't missed anything. It was painstaking work especially since every second felt like we were working against the clock. The two jobs I'd worked on, on the East Coast had been more cut and dry. Then we knew where the girls were being held and just needed to go in and get them. Now we have no clue and not much to go on. "I'll have Jake check inmate relocations unless you wanna do that Mancini." I heard Law's voice which

We were halfway there in the parking lot when we both came across a strange scene. Some guy seemed to be dragging a girl with him. She wasn't screaming or anything so I didn't think much of it, but the way the guy reacted when he saw us gave me pause. That, and the way my girl tensed up beside me. "Hey, you need some help?" I kept my voice as nonthreatening as I could as I stood where we were, a few feet away. "Oh, ha-ha, no thanks, my daughter had a little too much to drink at the prom so I'm here to pick her up." Just then the girl's head flopped around on her shoulders giving credence to his words. Still for some reason I asked for her name. "Her name is Susan, sorry pal I gotta get her outta here." He then half carried half dragged her away. I turned and started to walk to the car, still with that odd feeling in the pit of my gut, but Caitlin kept looking back over her shoulder at the two. She squeezed my arm hard. "Todd, her name's not Susan I saw her face,

I was so nervous when daddy walked through the door. Thankfully it seemed like Todd had been expecting him and handled the situation beautifully, but I was still lost in my own little world. I never knew that anything could feel better than all those things he'd already taught me. No wonder mommy and daddy are always sneaking away when they think that no one has noticed. Gross! "You doing okay Caitiebear? Leslie's going to be okay. They're taking good care of her at the hospital." Daddy stood in front of me, and it was obvious from his expression that he was worried that his little girl was still traumatized by the whole ordeal. If he only knew that his little girl had just grown up and that she hadn't thought of poor Leslie in the last hour or so. I fought not to blush and played along. "Thank you daddy, but why was she drunk? I didn't think there would be alcohol served there." "There wasn't she wasn't drunk. He put something in her drink to knock her out. Tha