Delirium

.twenty five

Don't leave me you bastard! Please don't leave me alone!

Mason was distracted. Sitting at his desk with the Canadice Lake incident pulled up in one tab and the information on Elliot pulled up on another, Mason couldn't even focus on his work as he replayed the scene that had happened this morning.

All last night Cyan had refused to leave Mason's side, even going as far as to sleep in the same bed. As much as Mason had tried to calm the male down, Cyan had never stopped crying that night. Years of having all his emotions suppressed like that and it seemed as if something had finally broken inside of him. To not help him hurt Mason more than he thought it would and he couldn't get it out of his mind.

So having Cyan practically begging on his hands and knees to stay with him that morning and not go into work had bothered Mason since he walked out of the door. Richard was watching him now which did only so much to ease the guilt that plagued him. Because Cyan had actually left himself vulnerable in Mason's presence for the first time and Mason had abandoned him.

"Fuck." He muttered, holding his head and closing his laptop.

Not only was Mason dealing with that but Elliot's workers were still alive within their cells but no amount of interrogation was seeming to work. The FBI was supposedly getting in the case to retrieve information but it seemed as if the workers were already prepared to take whatever knowledge they had to their graves. So there was the dead-end again.

Cyan was too unstable to help with the case and while Mason could conclude that Cyan was more on Elliot's side than the police's, he couldn't bring himself to arrest the male and try to find another way of getting information. He still believed that Cyan could've been useful if convinced.

And despite how fucked up it sounded in his head, Cyan's recent breakdown could've just made it easier for Mason to get him to switch sides. All he needed to do was play his cards right with the male.

Mason grabbed the cup of coffee he had near him and downed the rest of it down, opening his drawer to pull out Cyan's and Elliot's file. In Cyan's, he started to write down what he now knew about the male including his partnership with Elliot and the Canadice Lake incident.

The hours rolled by quickly as Mason continued with paperwork that needed to be finished, and the next time he had glanced at the clock, it had read five in the evening.

"Reynolds."

Mason looked up towards the captain as he headed towards his desk with a thick file folder of papers. "These are all of the information that we know of from the workers associated with Castellani. I need you to go in the system and update it. I need you to work overtime."

Fuck.

"Yes sir." He agreed, taking the folder and pulling it towards himself to open it. He needed to get home. He needed to make sure that Cyan was alright. And yet he needed his job. Mason sighed as the man left from his desk, about to open his laptop when his phone began vibrating against his pocket. He leaned back and pulled it out. The name Richard flashed over the screen, a picture of the man drunk and hanging off of Mason accompanying it. It made Mason smile a little before swiping to accept the call.

"Hello?"

"Fuck Mason, Cyan's gone."

~

"What the hell do you mean he's gone? I thought you were watching him and now he's just gone!? Are you a fucking idiot!?"

Mason allowed for Carter to yell at him, his anger evident. When Richard had first told Mason that Cyan had left, his first thought had been that Cyan had gone to seek Carter out. As it turned out though, Carter had been in his shop all day and Cyan hadn't even shown up once. However the place looked better than it had the last time, Carter having cleaned up his destruction and hung everything back on the wall. He had calmed down since the last time Mason had seen him but that calm was dwindling and it was dwindling fast.