((I'm back, hope you all had a great valentines day! I did mostly because of Mark's valentines day video! The Darkiplier parts were so cool, I may or may not have screamed a couple times, heh heh...))

Mark wakes up to a pillow being flung at his face. He groans as he sits up and groggily looks at PJ, who packed a few things in a small backpack and flung it over his shoulder.

"Get up Mark, we've gotta go."

PJ says simply, not acknowledging the fact he had thrown a pillow at the red haired man.

"Asshole..."

Mark mutters under his breath, tossing the pillow back to the other bed and standing up. He runs a hand through his disheveled red hair and looks at the clock. He had only slept for about three hours, definitely not enough, though he decides not to complain.

Soon enough the two are out the door, Mark still half asleep in the cab. PJ had talked about renting a car, but of course that hadn't happened yet. After a short while the cab pulls up to an old motel, PJ climbs out and Mark follows suit. Mark simply stays quiet as PJ walks up to the front desk flashing his badge to the woman who was at the desk.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions Ma'am."

PJ says politely, to which the woman smiled, her smile lowering slightly as her gaze went to Mark but soon plastered on again. The red haired man sighs and shrugs it off, he did look like sort of a bum at the moment, messy hair, tired eyes, wrinkled clothing. The opposite of the clean cut cop in front of him, but frankly the man didn't care.

"Did a man by the name Sean Mcloughlin come by here?"

PJ asks politely. The woman thinks on it before shaking her head.

"I don't think I remember a Sean... what does he look like?"

The woman asks, her voice had a soft, pleasant Southern accent to it. PJ reaches into his pocket and pulls out a printed out picture, the picture of him and Mark that had been the lock screen of Jack's phone. PJ didn't have any other recent pictures, which was not helpful at all.

"He's the one with green hair."

The Brit states as he hands the picture over. The woman glances over to Mark once again as she looks at the picture before studying the photo once again, a small smile rounding her face.

"Yep, he just checked out a couple hours ago. Seemed like he was in quite a rush, such a nice man..."

She says softly her soft smile growing, and her cheeks reddening slightly. Mark releases a soft growl, silently resisting the urge to claim Jack as his. He manages to keep his mouth shut, but glares at the woman as she talks again.

"He didn't sign in as a Sean Mcloughlin though, he called himself Dominick Barnes... the name didn't really suit him, but he had an ID and everything."

The woman responds with a shrug, before she tilts her head at the Brit in front of her, handing the picture back.

"Why are you trying to find him...? If I may ask..."

The woman questions in her Southern voice. PJ releases a soft sigh before giving as simple an answer as he could.

"He's just... done some wrong..."

PJ answers politely as he folds the picture back up and shoves it into his pocket.

"Do you have any idea where he might have gone? Or even what car he was driving?"

PJ asks with a slight tilt of his head. The woman thinks once again, seeming to struggle to remember.

"I think it was a white pickup, but as for where I have no idea. He did drive north I think though."

The woman recalls, her soft voice slightly unsure.

"North.... Where would he go that's north..."

PJ mutters, more to himself than anyone else, but the woman answers anyway.

"There's an airport up north a ways, maybe there?"

The woman comments with a small grin, seeming happy to help, and ignoring the glares Mark kept shooting her way. Mark sighs as PJ thanks her and they walk out, silently cursing the woman for having such good memory.

Soon the two are in the car, driving north and within about ten minutes coming to an airport, PJ parks in one of the spots and climbs out the first thing him seeing is a white pickup truck parked not far from the front.

"Gotcha..."

PJ mutters to himself as he walks in, Mark following him worriedly. Jack wasn't going to let PJ get the best of him right? There had to be some backup plan he had. There had to be, Jack was always one step ahead.

~~~~~~~~~In the Airport~~~~~~~~~~

Jack sat in one of the chairs by his gate, hood up, covering his face as best he could, earbuds in, and drowning out the world, his nerves had begun to get the best of him. He looks at his phone for the hundredth time, before finally seeing what he had been hoping for. His flight had begun boarding. Jack smiles out of relief as he jumps in line with others waiting to board, perhaps he'd get away with this. Just as the Irish man was a few people away from the front he spots a familiar red near the front of the airport.

As he looks closer he see's someone he never thought he'd be so disappointed to see. It was Mark, walking through the airport with PJ as the officer talked to people. Jack's blue eyes linger on Mark, who must've felt his gaze as his brown eyes scan before finally landing on the Irish man. His eyes widening as he recognizes him, and his face whitening.

Jack silently cusses but can't pull his gaze away from the man, a part of him longed to run into Mark's arms, though he couldn't do that. Just as Jack had begun panicking Mark silently gestures when PJ wasn't looking, waving is hand slightly as though telling Jack to quickly board, his blue eyes telling the man to not worry.

Jack nods and gives a soft smile towards the red haired man before pulling his hood up over his face again and handing his ticket to the stewardess out front, climbing onto the plane and sitting in his seat, which was thankfully and aisle seat, just in case.

~~~~~~~~~Outside the plane~~~~~~~~~

Mark releases a sigh as he sees Jack board the plane and forces his face to fade of emotion, his gaze going back to PJ as he talked to a man. Mark didn't listen to their conversation, but his eyes widen a bit more as the man points to the gate Jack had just entered.

The Brit begins walking towards that gate. Mark panics for a second before grabbing the British man's arm.

"PJ I've got to talk to you."

Mark says as PJ turns to glare at him.

"Not now Fischbach!"

PJ snarls pulling his arm away and walking once again towards the gate, Mark sucks in a breath and looks at the clock, just few more minutes till the plane pulled away, he had to distract the officer.

"PJ it's important!"

Mark retorts loudly grabbing the man's arm once again. PJ pulls his arm away and turns glaring at the red haired man with deadly hatred, his gaze making Mark hesitate slightly.

"Not now... I've waited too long to catch this bastard and I'm not going to let some love sick idiot stop me from doing my job."

PJ snarls yanking his arm away again and marching towards the terminal, Mark at his heels rambling on, trying to get him to stop though the Brit ignores him.

"Sir you can't board, the plane is about to take off."

The stewardess at the gate says politely stopping PJ. The British man pulls out his badge flashing it to the stewardess and shaking his head.

"I'm afraid I can't let that happen."

PJ says simply, storming onto the plane with the red haired man on his heels. PJ walks down the aisle before stopping halfway down the plane, earning few glances from passengers though his eyes only focus on one. Mark follows his gaze to the back of the plane, where the green haired man sits, his eyes slightly wide, and for once looking worried as he stared the officer down. Jack's Irish voice can barely be heard above the rumble of the plane, waiting to take off, as he mutters under his breath.

"Fuck..."