I watched the screen with a frown. The silence behind me was like weights in the air.

"Replay it." My voice was raw and gruff from being unused for so long.

"We've gone over the tape for the past 2 hours, it's a lost cause." Trent's voice grew softer toward the end of his sentence as he tried to see my reaction. My jaw locked as my hand came down on a nearby table.

"Replay it." I seethed. No one took offense to my outburst knowing how this case seemed to over power my common sense. The burn in my eyes was ignored as I continued to stare at the screen, fighting back a yawn.

His name was Kurt Hummel, he was in glee club, an open homosexual, and the only son to the father of Burt Hummel and his deceased wife. That's what it says in his file, that's what is put on every flyer they hang up, right underneath all these facts in small writing was the one sentence that haunted every parent.

Kurt Hummel was abducted at the age of 15 if you have seen or know anything about his disappearance, please call the number below.

"Boss.." The screen had gone black exactly 45 minutes ago but I sat there trying to keep the dryness from my mouth. I raised my tired eyes to show I was listening "I think its time to call it a night." I stared once more at the screen before letting out a grunt accompanied with a nod.

"Fine." My body ached as I stood uncurling all the tense muscles I kept clenched as I watched the surveillance tape, the only evidence we had on this case.

"Blaine?" Ellen's voice was hesitant before continuing "It has been 4 years, don't you think its time to give up? Try to save some other kids? Most kids taken are dead within the first year, we can't keep giving this family hope. What would anyone want with a 19 year old boy?" My eyes closed as red flashed through my body. I know what she was saying, 4 years was a long time to try and keep some one else alive.

"Most kids are dead, but we are not God. We do not decided which kids we're going to try and save and which kids we're going to let go because its ‘been to long‘. I will not have some ones death on my conscious because I felt its time to give up. I save children and I bring home dead ones but I won't stop searching until I have answers" I left after that, never bothering to turn and face her in the first place. No one understood my obsession with the Hummel, now Hummel-Hudson case, and I knew if I ever let it get out I could lose it all together.

My apartment was cold when I entered, I cast a look around trying to see past the emptiness. I rarely ever slept here, always finding something else to distract me from the empty rooms. My legs carried me to my bedroom in a sleepy haze as my hands took to the task of taking off clothes as I moved under the covers. Before I let my eyes close I focused on a picture on the table besides my bed. It was the only picture I ever put up, the only picture that made it out of the box in my closet.

The frame was some kind of fake dark wood with a heart stuck on each corner and the words ‘I love you' written on the top in black cursive stickers. I swallowed the lump in my throat as the sob shook through my tired body. The frame held a picture of a young boy at the age of 15 sitting on the edge of a water fountain hands locked with another male who was obviously older but slightly shorter. They sat there laughing, eyes never leaving each other, everyone else an intruder on their moment. The sun was almost gone behind the buildings surrounding them leaving the younger boys hair looking more blond then brown in the orange glow and their shadows colliding into each other. Under the photo, on the dark frame, had a rainbowed heart splitting the four letters KH and BA.

My eyes lingered on the faces for a second more before reaching behind the picture and taking two small white pills in my hand. I plopped them into my mouth, trying not to cry until I became to woozy to control my body. A flash of all the memories I suppressed, emerged behind my eyelids before I fell into utter darkness.