I thought we could work on coming up with a game plan.
You got any leads?
Shh, I’m trying to concentrate.
Doing research. Very important.
Text | BridgetGabriella: I am freaking out. Wouldn't you? I feel like I'm living in an episode of Criminal Minds. I like the way you think. That sounds like a good plan to me.
Bridget: Gear up then, huntress girl. We're going.
Text | BridgetGabriella: It just seems like a lot, asking you to get involved in this, but I'd do the same for you. Let me know when you want to go.
Bridget: Nonsense. I quite like your cop pretending to be a prostitute boyfriend xP And you're clearly freaking out and worried, so we're gonna go superhero female team on his ass and then he'll be forever thankful that women exist.
Hmm, That might’ve been the main event of the night that I had planned in my mind.
Tripping over your own two feet? And you tried to convince me you’re able to dance?
Text | BridgetGabriella: Are you sure?
Bridget: What kind of question is that? Am I not your friend? Are we not like kindred spirits in this lame town?
Maybe a small part of me did.
From what I remember, you like that part of me. So, I don’t mind.
Next you’re gonna trip over your own two feet.
I am a bad liar, I’ll admit that. I did come to see you, actually.
And for the cheese and crackers. I heard they were phenomenal.
You came for human food? Oh, my god. You’re a dork.
Text | BridgetGabriella: I shouldn't be smiling right now, but that made me laugh. You're a good friend, B. I'm sure you're probably at that Masquerade thing with Josh, as you should be. I'd like to go back out looking for him first thing in the morning.
Bridget: I'll help you look for him so you don't have to do it alone.
Text | BridgetGabriella: I know, you're right. It's just easier to think that he left on his own, rather than something bad happening to him. I can't shake this feeling, that something is very wrong. He sent me a text the other night before he finished his shift. He couldn't wait to get home. I can't handle thinking that could have been the last time I'll get to talk to him.
Bridget: Like hell this is the last time you get to talk to him. We're finding that boy, if it's the last thing I do. I'm pretty much unkillable so whoever hurt Nate is gonna experience horrible ax murder.
Text | BridgetGabriella: What if he just bailed? Like he got tired of me, or he couldn't handle the psycho ex-boyfriend thing anymore?
Bridget: You listen to me, blondilicious. Nathan would never do that to you. That boy loves you, and he's a good man. He'd do anything for you, so something must've happened that has him held up. We should look for him. If he's stuck somewhere, he needs our help.
Text | BridgetGabriella: I did go out looking for him. I didn't have any luck. I've text, I've called. Nothing. I don't know what to do.
Bridget: This is so fucking ridiculous. I can't like force a vision into my head. They just hit. So why am I not getting one about Nate? Maybe we should shake me or do the brainwashing thing.
No, of course not. -He laughs, almost shyly.-
I’m just really glad I get to see you in it.
You’re a bad liar, Josh. If you didn’t come here for that, then why’d you come?
Text | BridgetGabriella: Well, your guess is as good as mine on that one. I haven't seen or heard from him in almost a week now.
Bridget: I'm sorry, what?
Bridget: We need to go look for him!
Prizes? I like the thought of prizes.
You look gorgeous, as always. But, I’m glad I showed up for this because your dress looks amazing on you.
So you only showed up to see what I look like tonight?