24 hours later

''Whitney,'' Clara called out as the young girl bounded into the room. She held a plush teddy bear in her arms and the moment she found herself next to Clara's bed, she held it out to her.

''I got you something,'' the eight-year-old grinned and held the bear up for Clara to take.

''Aw thank you so much, he can stay right here,'' Clara tucked the teddy, which had 'get well soon,' stitched onto his little black t-shirt, under her left arm. It was the only one that was truly functional due to the fact her other was in a sling because of the injury to her shoulder.

''Whit I told you not to run off like that,'' Marshall entered the room, a disappointed look on his face directed towards Whitney, which she very much ignored, continuing to chat to Clara.

''It's ok Marshall, she's fine,'' Clara responded as Whitney climbed onto the bed her legs swinging back and forth as they dangled off the end.

''Dad says you're gonna be staying with us,'' the blonde blurted out a giggle escaping her lips a Marshall let out a large sigh.

''Oh did he now?'' Clara questioned raising an eyebrow at him.

''I said Clara was going to be staying as my assistant not living with us,'' Whitney's face dropped slightly, but she perked back up when Marshall offered her money to get something out of one of the vending machines that littered the corridor.

Once she was gone Marshall finally entered the room properly. He held a bouquet of flowers in the hand that he had managed to keep behind his back throughout the exchange with his daughter. Clara wouldn't be able to tell you what kind of flowers they actually were (apart from the pink roses, most people knew what roses looked like), but she could tell you how much she loved them as Marshall placed them in an empty vase that sat on the table next to her bed.

''They're beautiful, thank you,'' she whispered as she watched him arrange them. He'd come to visit her ever since she'd woken up the day before, in fact, he was there when she woke up after the doctors had finished patching her up.

''So, any word on your big bro yet or has he completely disappeared?'' Marshall asked taking a seat on the exact spot Whitney had been sitting moments before.

''Miranda came by yesterday to tell me they hadn't seen him but weren't going to stop looking for him,'' Clara explained.

''Maybe it's for the best he doesn't come back eh?'' Clara nodded as she reached her left hand out to touch his.

''He fucking hope so,'' she whispered running her thumb over his fingers, ''it would make my life a whole lot easier, but he is my brother so there is some part of me that worries for him you know?''

''Yeah, but on the plus side I can take you out on a date and not have to worry about him lurking in a dark corner somewhere,'' Marshall joked.

''Bold of you to assume I'll still be going on that date you asked me on,'' however, unfortunately, Marshall couldn't respond just yet as Whitney came back into the room crunching down on some sort of packet of sweets she'd got from the vending machine.

''There are some people in black in the hallway and a mean looking woman,'' Whitney squeaked out running over to Marshall at the same time as the 'mean looking woman,' entered the room or as the other two knew her; Miranda.

''Marshall, Clara,'' Miranda greeted them with a nod before she approached them. She walked right past the bed stopping at the window. She stayed, staring out of it before turning around to continue speaking, ''I spoke to your doctor and he said if you passed all the right tests tomorrow you can go home. I recommend that you stay with Marshall or he with you a few days until you are fully fit. Then you'll come back to London for a full debrief before coming back here.''

''What's a debrief?'' Whitney pipped up, now aware that Miranda wasn't exactly the 'mean woman,' she thought she was.

''Nothing to worry about Whit,'' Clara replied giving the girl and reassuring smile. One in which was returned rather quickly.

''Well um we better get going, I'm supposed to be dropping this one off at her mom's so, um we'll see ya later,'' he lent over to place a kiss on Clara's forehead before grabbing Whitney firmly by the hand. It appeared he didn't want her running off again like she had when they'd arrived, ''say be Whit,'' she waved at Clara as she was leaving the room, Clara, of course, waved back as best she could that is.

''I guess I'll see you in a few days then. Get some rest,'' Clara nodded, watching her boss leave the room. Once again Clara was all alone and so the only thing she could really do was sleep, so that's what she did. Not realising that when she woke up she wasn't going to be alone.

The next morning 9 am

Marshall was on his own this time, he didn't have any flowers or teddy bears this time either. He instead had a selection of hand-drawn cards and store bought ones wishing Clara a full recovery. He had a little bit of a skip in his step as he rounded the corner that would lead him to the nurse station right next to Clara's room.

''Morning,'' the nurse greeted and because he felt so happy he responded with the same greeting, adding a smile on the end.

That smile disappeared the second he opened the door. The cards in his hands slipped from his grip and clattered onto the floor. He couldn't believe what he was seeing or more like what he wasn't seeing. The room was completely clear, the hospital bed that Clara had been in for near enough two days had been made to look as if nobody had been there in the first place. The only bit of evidence that someone or something had been in the room was the broken glass scattered next to and beneath the bed that had belonged to a vase that only yesterday evening he had been putting flowers in. Those flowers like Clara had gone.

He composed himself enough so that he could stagger, still a little shocked back out into the corridor. Thankfully his distraught manner was enough to alert the nurse at the nurse station he had said morning to only a few seconds ago. She came right up to him and started asking what was wrong, he just about managed to get the words out.

''She's gone.''

''Sir I'm sure she's just sleeping,'' Marshall shook his head back away from the nurse a little. She didn't understand what he had meant.

''No...no she'd gone as in not there,'' he managed to get out after the nurse had told him to take three long deep breaths.

''That's...'' the next word that should have left her lips was impossible, but upon opening the door to the room to see the same scene Marshall had that word changed to a gasp.

''I gotta call someone she'll know what to do,'' Marshall had finally found his voice, grabbing for his phone that had been in his pocket.

''Is she a police officer,'' the nurse whispered.

''Something like that yeah,'' he replied and the nurse let him make the call. She had a guilty expression her face and Marshall knew she blamed herself, but he knew it wasn't her fault. He did, however, have a very big hunch about who it was.

''Ok so we all left at around eight thirty last night and you arrived at nine around an hour ago,'' Miranda stood with her arms crossed over her chest as she lent on the door frame of what had been Clara's room. She watched her agents work as she spoke to Marshall.

''Yes meaning she went missing in the space of thirteen and a half hours. She could be anywhere, we've been through this,'' Marshall spit out.

''Marshall I know you're upset and angry, but we need to look at what with have here,'' Miranda placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, ''now I need you to tell me if anything looks different from when you were here last. You've spent longer here than I have,'' she added the last bit in case he made a snarky comment in response.

''The gifts people got her, like flowers, cards, boxes of unopened chocolates and the little bear my daughter got her are gone,'' saying it out loud caused a question to swirl through his mind, one that he knew would be wrong not to say outside, ''could it have been Jasper?''

''I was hoping that wouldn't be one of my leads, but I think you're right,'' Miranda responded, a crestfallen look mirroring the one on the rappers opposite, ''We'll find her, but it'll be tough. Jasper loves his sister and I have a feeling he just wants to protect her.''

''Psyco's always love something don't they,'' Marshall mumbled under his breath. It wasn't a question, but a matter of fact.

''We will find her, I promise you that,'' Marshall wanted to respond with 'don't make promises you can't keep,' but thought better of it.

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Clara had a headache and she felt all fuzzy, her eyes felt like they were glued shut as it took her a few goes before she could even open one. When they were both open she thought she was dreaming, but realised who would dream about sitting in bed with a sling on one arm.

''Morning Cici.''

''Imma kill you, Jasper,'' Clara spit out as she pulled herself up into a seated position, ''what the fuck were you thinking. Take me back now, back to Marshall or so help me god.''

''You'll carry on shouting at me,'' Jasper raised an eyebrow as he fiddled with a single rose with his fingers. A Rose Clara recognised as one of the ones Marshall had brought her yesterday, she could tell because it was pink in colour, like the ones in the bouquet she had been given.

''Why?''

''Because there are still people out there that want to hurt you. So once their taken care off you can go back to Mr Eminem, but right now you ain't going anywhere,'' Jasper explained.

''How long will that be?''

''Could be days, weeks, months or years Cici I don't know.''

Jasper left, not before laying the rose next to her on the bed. She picked the rose up and couldn't help the tears that escaped. She continued to cry until all that could be heard was her loud sobs as she screamed.

So this is the end for now. Please don't hurt me I know it was a sad ending, but the good news is I may, may do a sequel, I'm not sure though. Either way thank you so much for all the reads, votes and comments they really helped me to continue writing 💕