Love Lost and Found

Chapter 24/?

Dedicated to:
Tror Orcboot, who listens to my grumbling about every little bout of writer's block I suffer through... and surely suffers with me! ;-)

Kyle sighed as he stepped into the office ha shared with Goodie. It was already past 7 am but of course his partner was nowhere to bee seen. //Would have been a miracle if he had been on time anyway.// he thought as he settled on the uncomfortable wooden chair in front of his desk. He had been planning to do some research on the Mortensen-Bloom case as he liked to call it but that was impossible right now. The file was on Goodie’s desk. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he glared at what Daniel had dubbed his “working space”. It looked as though Goodie’s desk had just been struck by a bomb. The pile of cases on it was enormous and from many of them photos and sheets of paper had fallen out, which now crowded the surface of the table in a mingled mayhem. With yet another sigh he turned his attention back to his own neat and tidy desk, carefully rearranging the photo of his deceased sister and drumming his fingers impatiently on the edge of the table as he waited for Goodie to arrive. //I hope he’ll come soon... I really have to get some work done...// he thought as he tried to stiffle a yawn that escaped his lips. He had lain awake most of the night and did not really feel able to handle working the early shift. Contrary to common belief it was the worst shift. Especially with Goodie. Angrily he glared at the coffee machine, which was currently out of working order. //I should have it repaired...// he could have sworn that for just a second the machine glistened maliciously in the dim gloom that was spread by the faded light bulb but his eyelids started to droop before he could be certain. //Must stay awake...// was the last thing he thought before his head rolled back.

He looked up with tear-stained eyes as John entered the room, not even moving or showing any other reaction when the bodyguard eased his bulky frame onto the bed beside him.
He quickly stole a glance at John from under lowered lashes as the blond made no attempt to speak to him. The bodyguard’s silence was starting to unsettle him.
“Why did you come?” he asked finally, hating the way his voice quivered.
For some time John just continued staring at the pale blue wallpaper, as though Orlando had not spoken at all. “Because I could not believe that you really wanted to be left alone.” he said finally, still not looking at the young Brit next to him. “You know I care for you, Orlando,” the bodyguard continued “it saddens me to see you this way.”
“Why?” Orlando’s whisper was hardly more than a choked sob. “Why can you even want to care?”
“Because it is impossible not to.” John said after an eerie silence. “You are beautiful, Orlando. Even more in soul than in body. You know,” John heaved a deep sigh “Viggo is a damned lucky guy to have someone like you.” John chuckled softly as he met Orlando’s stunned gaze. “Really, little elf, you look as if I had just told you that my parents were from Mars!”
“If that’s where they grow lunatics, I’ll believe you at once.” Orlando quipped in a stutter, even more shocked and stunned by the way the bodyguard was joking with him than he dared to admit. John had teased him before, yes, but never like this. If it had been any other guy behaving that way... but no..., Orlando shook his head, not John. John could not be, could he? “No, I’m not.” John said suddenly as if he had read Orlando’s thoughts.
“How?” the actor stammered. “You do have a very expressive face, Orl”,” John grinned “it’s why your love for Viggo is so obvious.” “Oh...” was all Orlando managed, quietly averting his eyes again. He had not thought that John would see that much.
“So what happened to make you behave,” John’s eyes twinkled mischievously again “like a hormonal teenager who’s suffering from a very bad case of PMS?”
“A what!?!” gasped Orlando indignantly, glaring daggers at John. “I do not behave like a PMS-ridden teenager!”
“Oh yes, you do!” John grinned. “You latest reaction just showed it all again!” “It didn’t!” Orlando grumbled, looking at John like an abandoned puppy that was debating whether or not to bite the hand that was offering him food.
“Everything’s perfectly alright.” the young Brit insisted. “I just didn’t sleep very well.” “of course.” John grinned once again. “And the fact that Viggo left without taking you along for the first time this morning has absolutely nothing to do with it, hasn’t it?”
“Of course it hasn’t!” Orlando snapped “It’s just that I hate being without him He didn’t even tell where exactly he was going!” “He did tell you that he was going to look at some property, didn’t he?” John asked, worriedly noticing the distress in Orlando’s chocolate-coloured eyes. “Yes.” Orlando hissed, his voice becoming unsteady again. “But...” a small sob rose into the air “but he didn’t tell me what kind of property! He’s probably looking for a house to move into... without me! What if he wants to leave me? What if...” Orlando trailed off into a series of broken sobs as John put a comforting arm around his shoulders. “Viggo loves you, elf.” The 29 year-old bodyguard said. “He’d never leave you. He knows how much you need him. And he needs you just as much. Now let’s go get some breakfast, okay?”

A whiff of cinnamon lingered in the air as the face of the one floated in front of him. He knew he was dreaming but he did not mind, since he was close enough to being awake to control his thoughts. He had somehow managed to enter the wonderful twilight zone between reality and dream again. The face of the evil one filled almost the entire sky of his dreamscape and he let his thoughts soar around it like tiny grey wisps of smoke. He knew that he would eventually come up with a plan to destroy the evil one if he only thought hard enough. //No!// he thought as he felt himself drift closer to the point of waking. //I have to stay asleep! It’s so easy to solve things here! I must stay! This is the key to destroying the evil one! I can almost grasp the solution to the problem!// The pull towards consciousness grew stronger but then, not even a second before he woke, he knew what to do. Knew what he had to do to get to Orlando Bloom. And it was absolutely foolproof.

“We’re back!” Viggo yelled as he and Torsten stepped into the house. “Vig!” Orlando yelped and flew down the steps into Viggo’s waiting arms. “You’ve finally come back!”
“Of course I did!” smiled Viggo as he buried Orlando in a hug. “You didn’t think I’d leave you, did you?”
“Did anything unusual happen?” Torsten asked John, trying his best no ignore Viggo’s and Orlando’s happy reunion. “Nope.” John shook his head. “No burglars, no alarm, no phone-calls, nothing.” “Good.” Torsten dared a suspicious glance at Orlando and Viggo who were still totally absorbed by each other and shook his head. “Just like love-struck teenagers.” he sighed when his mobile suddenly rang. “Yes? Torsten Dunst here.” He snapped as he flipped it open. “Yes, I am Mr Mortensen’s bodyguard... yes... yes, we’ll come as soon as we can, Thanks... bye.”
Six eyes gazed expectantly at the red-haired man as he snapped his mobile shut again.
“Who was that?” asked Orlando, still securely wrapped in Viggo’s arms.
“The police.” The brown-eyed bodyguard sighed. “Sergeant Goodie and Officer MacLachlan want us to come immediately. Something has happened.”

Tbc...