TITLE: That’s What Friends Are For
AUTHOR: Jackie
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CATEGORY: Missing Scene, ‘The Lying Game’
RATING: G
SUMMARY:  What did Carol and Byers talk about right
before they arrived at the warehouse?
ARCHIVE:  The usual places - just let me know!
DISCLAIMER: If I really owned any of them, do you
think I’d be writing fan fiction?  *sighs* Ah, and a
BIG thanks to Linda from hitting me with a plot bunny
when I needed it.  Thanks, hon!!!!


Carol Strode sat on the passenger side of the VW van
as Byers drove it through the streets of Takoma Park. 
She sighed as she stared straight ahead.  Byers
glanced over at her.

“You sure you want us to handle this?” he asked.

“You’re the only person I can trust right now, John. 
I mean, the police were not helpful, and everyone I’ve
talked to seems to want to just forget about what
happened to Jeff.”  She sighed.  “I still can’t
believe he contacted me, especially after everything
that’s happened between us.”

“I know, but he was your brother.  Even though he
didn’t act like it, he did care about you.”

“I know,” Carol replied quietly.  She smiled slightly.
 “You know, John, I never thought I would ever see you
working as a journalist, let alone as a journalist for
a watchdog newspaper.  I mean, in college, all you
ever talked about was how you were going to be a
career bureaucrat like your father.”  

Byers chuckled and smiled sadly.  “Well, things
changed.”  He put one of his hands over hers.  “Don’t
worry, Carol.  We’ll find out what happened to your
brother.”

Carol’s smile faded.  “I really appreciate this,
John.”

Byers smiled as he turned the van down the street
leading to the warehouse.  “Don’t mention it.”  He
glanced at Carol.  “Um . . . do you want to tell them
about . . . you know.”

Carol shrugged and sighed.  “I don’t know.  You saw
how our friends and my parents reacted after Jeff told
them what I wanted to do.”

“I know,” Byers replied.  “But the guys are not like
that.  They’re very understanding.  A bit unusual at
times, but really nice people once you get to know
them.”  Byers turned a corner and parked the van
alongside the warehouse.  “Well, here we are.”  Byers
and Carol got out.  “Jimmy.  I want you to meet
somebody.”  Carol walked around and saw Byers standing
next to a tall jock with spiky blond hair.

“Jimmy Bond,” Byers said.  “Carol Strode.”  Jimmy and
Carol shook hands.  “We’re going to help her catch a
murderer.”  Jimmy looked sympathetically at Carol.

THE END

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