A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've had many things on my mind. The good news is that the real Kristen and Brent are dating!

The Heart Won't Lie

Chapter Four-Bring on the Rain Part I

It had been two days since she fled that tower, and Brent and Dave were curious and worried. They knew that Kristin could generally fend for herself, but this new partner had a hold on her that was stronger than any other. The two had been working on the drug run for three days and they hadn't been seen on campus or in the main building.

"What do I do? Sit around and wait for that hard-headedness to wear off? By then she could be six feet under!" Brent paced up and down the wide space that was the gym lobby. "She'll be as dead as a doornail and I'll be holdin' onto what pleasant memories I've got left!"

"I know how frustrated you are. I'll put in a call and have Lesso check on her. Maybe he has something' on Richard Crawford. It's a path we have to take. Look that's all we can do." Brent whirled around and faced the doors leading out into the campus grounds. I'm sure that's their squadcar. Is that the plate you've got marked?" Dave advanced on the door and glanced out the pane. "Yea. That's the number. They're headed this way, but that doesn't look like her."

"It is. She's just in full suit. He's probably goin' to try to keep us apart. I'll act like I've got a meeting with the assistant directors and meet her somewhere." The car's lights flashed signaling that it haad been locked. "Alright, go."

Several sports coaches were gathering their teams and getting them warmed up for the string of games next week. The festival of Bands was today and the field would need to be re-lined and re-numbered. Some field personnel were handling that. Brent headed into the abandoned gym, into the girls' locker room and out into a corridor. He then circled around the school and came up from the stadium where he saw the two officers entering from the cafeteria side. Bruce was right, it wasn't Kristin with him. Some blonde rookie was shadowing Crawford today. His head jerked toward the locked car an a sickening thought brushed past him. What if she's in the trunk or the car? How would her captain react to that? He sprinted toward it and tapped on the lid of the trunk. "Kristin, are you there? Answer me." When there was no response, he fished in his pocket and pulled out a small silver screwdriver. The lock had just been changed. New silver gleamed against the worn dimmed steel. He heard a satisfying click and pulled the trunk open. There were old clothes and traces of blood all in the bottom. It seemed the blood was more on the clothes than the bottom of the car. Whoever had been back here was moved.

Frustration washed over him as he slammed the trunk shut. The back seat of the car was his only hope. The door lock clicked and he pulled it open. In the floorboards, an unconscious woman lay bound by steel cuffs. He couldn't unlock them, so he heaved her out of the car and moved toward his truck. The seats were not leather, so if there were any traces of blood, they'd stay there. His phone vibrated violently against his chest. Note to self: Don't put new phone in breast pocket… :Yeah?"

"Did you find her yet?" Dave's voice came through the earpiece in his ear. "The spooks have just left to speak with the coaches. They should be talking for awhile."

"Yea. I found her. I think it's her. There's too much bruising to tell. Call her squad and tell the captain to call me. I don't have to tell ya it's urgent." He placed a finger to the off switch on the earpiece and got in the cab. Her door was shut so that nobody could see past the tinted windows. "Kristin, it's ok. I'm here and we're getting' help. Caan you hear me?"

No response told him the answer. Meanwhile, Dave was acting as normal as possible as he gathered the band together and lead them to warm-up. They ere playing first as a break from tradition where the host band performs last. He sincerely hoped there was help for both of his problems: The band and his past stuent and friend. As they approached the parking lot, the two officers were returning from their snooping. One headed for him and Crawford headed for the car. Brent's lights came on and he pulled out of his space. The only way to ensure her safety was for him to act normal.Brent keep your sanity! Please. For her sake, keep your cool. As he pulled out, Crawford slammed the back door of he car and jumped into the driver's seat.

"Thanks for your time. We should be back with an update on how the investigation Is coming along." The blonde uniform simpered asshe headed for the car herself. "Good day."

"Yeah. Thanks." He whipped out his phone and dialed Brent's number. "You're gonna be flanked. Get outta there!"

A/N" Sorry it was so short, but I finished this fic at exactly 2:30 in the AM. I'll update soon at a reasonable hour. Thanks again 4 readin'