"SHE'S GONE!" I screamed, startling Mr Stewart awake. I frantically ran all around the house in tears, hoping to find her in some nook of the house. When I finally accepted the fact that she was completely not here, I fell to my knees as all the terrible assumptions of what could have happened to her came rushing through my mind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Mr Stewart muttered, scrambling to get off the mattress. I called Izzie at least 12 times but the phone cut to voicemail immediately. "She's... she's gone..." I choked as the tears fell uncontrollably from my face.

"Please... please Mr Stewart we need to leave... we gotta find her..." I cried, crawling desperately to him, who was sitting down on the couch, his hands over his face, deep in thought.

The ache I felt in my heart was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I was so scared and so helpless and for some reason, couldn't find it in my muscles to move.

"Alright... alright... it's okay... if J has her he wouldn't have done anything yet... he'll want me to see him kill her..." He whispered and I sobbed louder, not wanting to think for even a second about the possibility of Izzie dying.

"FUCK!" I yelled, throwing the pillow across the room, desperate to get all my feelings out so that I would eventually become numb.

"Casey... we can get her back. But the only way we can is if you trust me. You have to do everything I tell you to do. Just like at work."

I looked at him and took fast breaths, still controlling my tears before I slowly nodded.

As much as I hate to admit it, Mr Stewart had become a very trustworthy figure in my life. Even though I may not have the best relationship with him, the love he has for Izzie is amazing and I understand how it is like to love a girl like her. Just like me, he would do anything for her. And right now, he was my only source of hope to get Izzie back.

I wiped my tears and he allowed me to catch my breath as he pulled me towards him so that my face was pressed against his chest. "She'll be okay," He reassured me.

There was something about hugging him that was just so comforting. Maybe it was the fact that my dad and I had drifted lately and I just wanted an understanding father figure in my life right now.

"I know what to do," He said, standing up. I stood up with him and followed him to his room. He used his keys and unlocked one of the cupboards. I looked inside and saw the spread of weapons he had kept inside. Knives, guns, bullets, all the works.

My eyes widened as I looked up at him. He grabbed some of those weapons and stuffed them in his bag. "Trust me we'll need these," He said. "I don't know how to use a gun," I told him and he smirked. "That's why I'll be the one holding it and not you."

After grabbing a few more things, we rushed out of the house and into his car. Thankfully, after having built his empire and making his business one of the best in the world, he could afford a fast sports car which was what we needed now.

"We're gonna go see the guy that did the autopsy for Carter, William and Tyler," He told me and I felt my heart drop. "He was my friend back in high school. I'm sure he would allow us to take a look. We may be able to find something."

"But didn't YOU kill them? Shouldn't you know what the autopsy reports say?" I asked him and he sighed.

"I don't mean to give you any nightmares but when I killed them, I snuck up from behind and stabbed them straight through the heart. Let them bleed out as I cut them up even more and then put them in the bags to throw in the river. I had to do it quick. It didn't occur to me to check if they had any belongings. And we can find those belongings at the autopsy place."

The image he had drew in my mind sent shivers down my spine. But they deserve it. No one gets to lay a finger on Izzie.

"Alright we're here," He said as he pulled over the car. I looked around the place and immediately noticed the distinction between the neighbourhood we were in previously and now. It wasn't perfect but it definitely wasn't as run down.

When we entered the building it was dark and cold. I walked closer to Mr Stewart, creeped out about the vibe of the place. "Shinerock!" Mr Stewart yelled, pushing the door open.

In the small room there was a man who was wearing a surgical mask and gloves. There was a white sheet covering something on one of the tables.

"You should have told me you were coming. I'm kinda busy here," He said, taking off his mask. He had a beard and glasses and looked nothing like what you would expect of someone who does a job like this. "Listen, we kinda need to take a peak at the autopsy report for those Santa Clarita murder cases you're doing," He said and Shinerock sighed.

"This is straight up illegal and you know it. Who's she?" He asked turning to look at me who was standing there awkwardly. "She's my daughter's girlfriend. And my personal assistant," Mr Stewart replied and he nodded slowly, seeming a little suspicious of me.

"What exactly do you need the autopsy reports for?" He asked, leading us out of the door. I took a last peak at the covered body on the table before we exited the room.

"Well, I'm writing a murder thriller story. I kinda wanted some inspiration," Mr Stewart said and I stared at him while Shinerock looked at him, confused. "You? Writing a book?" He asked, chuckling under his breath. "You know what a creative and artsy soul I was back in high school didn't you?" Mr Stewart laughed, putting his arm around him.

"This man right here was a huge player. Got all the girls and all the guys..." Shinerock told me and I couldn't help but laugh. "Wow Casey is it really that surprising?" Mr Stewart asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Well eventually Amanda was the lucky one who got him," Shinerock said and I furrowed my eyebrows at Mr Stewart. "Izzie's mum," He mumbled quietly.

"How's married life treating the both of you?" Shinerock asked and the air got awkward. "Good... good..." He muttered.

Shinerock brought us to another room that was full of drawers and files. He walked to a drawer and pulled it out, running his fingers through the files before he pulled three out. On each of them wrote, "CARTER", "WILLIAM", "TYLER"

"These are the files I gave to the police. But they still can't seem to find the killer," Shinerock said, sighing.

Mr Stewart and I sat down at the table and laid out all the files. "But I think this is enough to sustain your story," Shinerock said, still amused at the thought of Mr Stewart writing the book.

"I'll leave you two to it. I gotta get back to work." He left the room and now we could drop the act. "Writing a book? Seriously?" I asked and he ignored me. "Oh God these photographs," I mumbled, looking at the pictures of the wounds inflicted on their bodies. "Should have done more to them," He muttered.

"I don't really know what we're supposed to be looking for," I admitted, getting flustered by the many photographs and words. "Oh my God. Look at this," He said, sliding a file towards me. "It's all the stuff that they had on them when their bodies were found."

I looked at the file carefully and realised that they all were wearing the same ring that had the letter J embroidered on it. "So they're a gang of some sort?" I asked and Mr Stewart continued reading the file. "Look. Behind the ring it says it was manufactured at GMF," He said and I looked at him, struggling to understand anything that was happening. "GMF is the Golden Mile Factory. But it was shut down a really long time ago. When I was still a student. So... this ring couldn't have been made there unless..."

We looked at each other.

"J's at GMF right now. And he has Izzie with him," I whispered and his eyes widened. We hurriedly got up and Mr Stewart took out his phone to click some photos of the files. We rushed out of the room and said our final goodbyes to Shinerock who told Mr Stewart that they should get coffee soon and talk about his "new book". We got into the car and Mr Stewart put the address of where GMF used to be in the GPS. I groaned when I saw that it was 5 hours away.

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled as Mr Stewart started the car. "Casey... it's okay..." He mumbled.

"No it's not ok!" I shouted at him, instantly regretting it. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. We now drove in silence.

I sucked my teeth, not knowing how to deal with the silence, cursing myself for shouting at him. Thoughts of Izzie also clouded my mind.

About an hour into the ride, the sun started to set and and I stared outside the window, admiring the rays and immediately thinking about Izzie again. She must be so scared. And I can't be there to make it better. It was killing me from the inside.

"Izzie loves astronomy," Mr Stewart suddenly spoke and I looked up at him. "It's been her dream to go to the moon since she was a little girl. When she could finally start talking and walking I would put on space documentaries and she would stare at the screen for hours," He said and a huge smile broke out on my face. "She still watches those documentaries. With my brother," I told him and he laughed. "Some things don't change," He replied.

It was quiet again until the moon started to come out.

"She really is the best thing that's ever happened to me... and it hurt me like hell to leave..." He whispered, his voice shaking a little. I didn't speak and allowed him to continue. "When Izzie was five, Amanda lost her job. Went into depression and drinking and I had to be the sole caretaker for Izzie. But then she started to hit me and assault me and all I wanted to do was to get Izzie and leave the house. But Amanda had connections... the divorce was hard and she eventually won custody over Izzie. And I was forced out. The last time I saw her face was in court. I never saw her again. When I found out that Amanda had abandoned her I was actually relieved. I had to work on myself and return as the father she deserved. But all this had to happen."

Tears were streaming down my face. The feeling of seeing him so raw and emotional was heart breaking.

"But at least I know that she has you. You make her really happy," He said, turning to me.

 "Does Izzie know all that?" I asked him and he shook his head no. "She just thinks I ran away and left her for my own benefit. So I don't blame her for hating me."

"She doesn't hate you," I replied and he laughed humourlessly.

"I can't lose her a second time Casey..." He said after a while. I looked up at the moon and thought about the night before.

When it was me, her and the moon.

And the promise I made about our future.

Izzie Stewart is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"You won't. We won't let go of her so easily. She's stuck with us for the rest of her life," I reassured him and he smiled.

"You know... you're a real bad ass Gardner. Heard some rumours that you've beaten up guys for my daughter?" He asked and I smirked.

"We are pretty bad ass," I said as we smiled at each other.

"Come on, let's plan what we're gonna do when we get there," He said.

A/N super short chapter but had to get something out quickly!! anyways mr stewart supremacy<3