(Sorry this is really short. I started writing it... Then I kind of got off topic and this whole mess of a chapter happened. I needed a different way to tell you where Molli is. So sorry. ~Taylor)




Nicole's POV

Ilya had left for New York. I had decided not to go to the Devils vs Rangers game, due to cramps in my stomach.

Once I was feeling a little bit better, I decided to call Molli, she was good with medicine. She'd be able to tell what I needed.

Picking up my phone, I realized she might still be mad at me. The whole Russia thing was going to be hard. But I had promised Ilya that I would go. I promised him I would be happy, and he promised that Russia was only going to be good for me.

If she was mad at me, I would go over to her house. I needed some company anyway. I dialed her number. It went to voicemail.

Still mad. Ugh. I got in the car and drove over to her house. I knocked on the door. There were no lights on in the house.

"Molli! You can't hide from me forever!" I landed some more hard raps on the door. "Molli! Come on! Don't act like a child!"

She wasn't going to open the door for me. Frustrated that she wasn't answering, I stormed to the back. I threw open the door, which happened to be open.

"MOLLI!" I screamed. No answer. In fact, the house was eerily quiet. She wasn't here.

Something was wrong. I could just feel it in my blood. Something was very, very wrong. Molli hadn't been here for days. There was a shirt on the floor.

I picked it up gingerly. It was next to the couch. It was a shirt she wore to sleep no doubt. It was all wrinkled. She must have packed a bag.

"New York." I concluded. "She went to New York. With Zach."



ZACH'S POV

Since our loss against the Pens, the whole team has been really off. Sure, we ended up beating the Penguins, but everyone was acting... Weird.

Avoiding Travis and I to say the least. As if we were going to hit them too. I'm not going to hit anyone.

And it's not just the team. Travis hasn't been here. He missed two games. Everyone is trying to hunt him down. We've called his brothers, parents, friends outside of hockey. We've searched his house. We can not find Travis Zajac.

He's probably afraid to show his face. Because him coming at me embarrassed both him, and the fans. All the Rags fans are probably teasing that we have Zajac.

I took the train into New York. In New York I don't only get hell for being Zach Parise, but I chose to wear Twins stuff. The Yankee/Rangers fans aren't the nicest people I've ever met. To say the least.

I was sitting on the train, messing with my phone. FaceBook mostly. Salvador made a team FaceBook, and some of us have become a bit obsessed.

"Parise."

I looked up. There was a guy wearing all black, with the exception of an odd green Minnesota Wild hat.

"Can I help you?"

He sat down next to me and pulled the hat away from his face.

"Travis? Where the hell have you been?"

Yep it was Travis. What was with his disguise? Where has he been? Why is he suddenly here? Everything was confusing.

"You can help me."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you need?"

He looked at me seriously. "You're going to laugh."

"You're acting like a 12 year old. I'm not going to laugh. What do you need me to do?"

He exhaled. "I need you to get off this train at the next stop. You need to go to Ilya's house and deal with Nicole. Then you need to go to the hospital near there and talk to Elizabeth Kelley."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. "What the hell Travis? I don't know WHAT you're talking about. Or why. But I do find it funny. Its Game 1, Round 2. And guess what? I'm actually going to be there!"

He shook his head. "Thanks for the help buddy. Tell them its a family emergency and I'm sorry I haven't been there."

"NEXT STOP SECAUCUS."

He continued. "I'm getting off. Thanks for helping."

I let Travis get off. Family emergency. Suuuure. I don't know what he's talking about, but I'm not going to help him. He wanted me to deal with NICOLE. Nick isn't part of his family, and as far as I know-

Shit. Elizabeth Kelley.

It wasn't Travis's family emergency.

Crap.

And it's too late to get off this stupid train.



Ilya's POV

"He's not here again!" Patrik Elias stormed into the lockerroom and slammed his bag on the floor. "Where the fuck is Travis?

Pat was really rialled up about this whole Travis thing.

I looked over at Zach. I knew he had information about where Travis was, but he's not going to rat him out.

He looked incomfortable. He was looking down at his phone and his shoulders sagged. He put the phone up to his ear and left the room.

"Zach knows where he is." I said, once he left. I immediately regretted it. "

"WHERE?"

"I'm not sure. But watch Zach. You'll see he knows."

They attacked Zach. Attacked him.

I left the room, unable to think i ratted Zach out like that.

That's when I got Nicole's panicked call.

"Hello?"

"ILYA! This is Nicole! Can you put Molli on the phone? I don't care if you have to look for her. Ask Zach whatever. I NEED you to put her on!"

I was so confused. "Nicole, Molli isn't in New York."

Nicole screamed, "Where the hell is she? I can't find her ANYWHERE!"

Then I had an idea. "Try Travis. Call Travis and ask him where Molli is"

She took my word for it. She bid me good luck and said she would be watching.