Uncertain

37-Ms. Trouble

3rd person's pov:

"I'm sorry, she what again?"

Joe cringed when he heard those words escape his boss's, his best friend's, mouth through the phone.

The guard had never failed him; he never failed at all. Sometimes the man took his job even too seriously – his job was his life, and his life was to protect that stupid teenage girl who loved to get into trouble. And he couldn't fail, he didn't fail, he just couldn't.

Before you say anything; he wasn't the one who failed this time either.

William did. The poor guy needs driving lessons for sure. Sometimes his brain worked a little slowly; he was sweet and a total teddy bear from head to toes but he was also stupid as a chicken. He just needed practice and driving lessons – mostly driving lessons. Joe was never scared, and he was pretty sure that he wasn't scared about anything but letting William be the driver proved him wrong. Never again in his life Joe was going to let the man drive again.

"Joe." Weston repeated this time more seriously. "She what?"

"We kind of lost her." Joe spoke on the phone as he looked at his colleague trying to figure out how to read a map. "And apparently ourselves too."

Use Google maps – the man wanted to tell his partner, but he stayed silent. Maybe William was just too old to know how to use a phone even though he was only thirty-five. He had lived under a stone, but he was good at his job – that's what Weston had told Joe. He probably didn't know about the driving part; maybe it wasn't a part of William's past job description.

"What the hell?" William groaned as he kept turning the map in his hands. "Which way is this even supposed to be?"

Joe rolled his eyes at his partner's stupidness.

Lucky thing was that he was taking care of the calling Weston part himself. It was already going to lead to a lecture – the two didn't need anymore trouble from William somehow messing it up.

"Joe." Weston hissed, making Joe focus back on the call.

"Yeah, sorry." He spoke as he shook his head. "What did you say?"

"Where is she now?"

"What do you think that the part 'we lost her' means?" Joe questioned. "Weston, we don't know where she is."

"Great, just fucking great."

"Yes!"

William turned towards Joe and smiled the proud kind of smile that you get when you success in something. In his case, he finally found the place where he and his partner were. Not so lost anymore. Joe had to close his eyes when the man, the guard, started dancing a little happy dance while also humming some probably his own made song.

How did he ever become a bodyguard?

"Where did you find this guy?" Joe murmured with a roll of his eyes. "From wish?"

"From the White House." Weston answered. "Now could you please focus; I'm trying to find my sister."

"What!" Joe snapped but when the person from the other side of the call cleared their throat, he shook his head. "Sorry, yeah, on it."

"Could you tell me what happened, and how did you lose her when your particular job description is to do everything to not lose her?" Weston spoke lowly. "Was it too complicated for you; did you not understand my point?"

"I did, I'm sorry."

"Her phone is in school." Weston sounded irritated through the call – Joe was pretty sure that he had a frown on his face. "How the hell is her phone in school?"