Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Nine-and-a-Half: Search for Her

There was no sign of a struggle or a peep of sound from last night. Perhaps the Commander was right. Perhaps she did run away again.

Or maybe Commander Morrison was paranoid she discovered what Mission 2710 was.

The pacing didn't stop until his feet were met with another pair of pacing boots. He looked up to see the towering cowboy.

"You're worried," McCree says flatly.

"So are you," Hanzo challenged.

The two men stared each other down in the hallway. It seemed empty until another pair of footsteps came up behind them.

"Relax, boys," a sweet voice laced with a Swedish accent rang in the air. The two turned to see their medic standing before them. She crosses her arms. "The three of us know that she will not abandon her position. If she discovered M2710, she would've come to us looking for answers, not running away from it."

The trio stood in silent for a moment as Angela let her words soak in. It was McCree who finally spoke up.

"Then we can't turn to our Commander for guidance," he finally says. "We're goin' to have to do this on our own."

"You do that," Hanzo turns and begins to walk away. "I have my own matters to attend to."

McCree glared at the other man and smirked as Angela looked on worriedly.

"I thought you cared 'bout her," McCree called after him. Hanzo didn't even pause.

"You do what you must," was his curt response. "I was not the one to spend the night with her."

The cowboy felt himself flush. He had thought he had made his escape successfully incognito. But then it made him wonder what the archer was doing around her door.

"It's not what yer probably thinkin'!" he yelled out after him, but Hanzo had turned the corner and pretended his words didn't reach him. McCree simply sighed and looked down at Angela, who had raised an eyebrow at him.

"Like I said, it's not what yer thinkin'," he defended.

Hanzo made a run for her room after he was out of their line of sight, moving silently and quickly.

When he went it, he immediately began to search for anything—a hint, perhaps—to help him locate her quickly.

He scanned the carpeted floor, first. As he had suspected, there were signs of a struggle. There were parallel streaks going against the grain of the carpeting where toes would've been dragged. He investigated where they were pointing; the window.

The window was unlocked, but it wasn't broken. But he saw a dust-cleared footprint against the windowsill. A finger lightly traced the pattern; this was neither the pattern of [Y/N]'s combat boots nor was it her size. It was slightly too wide for her narrow feet. The pattern was more triangular than her usual rectangular-shaped grips on the soles.

He left only to return briefly with his bow and quiver. He silently lifted the windowsill, briefly looking behind him to make sure nobody knew he was going out to figure out where she went.

When Hanzo was sure nobody knew he was there, he lifted a leg and got over the ledge. He slipped out onto the rooftop and looked down at the drop. He slipped down the side railings and caught himself as he leapt off each floor and onto another ledge of either the building or windows.

'[Y/N] would never run away,' he thought as he made his way down to the ground. 'I have to find her. I must find her.'

Just a few yards from where Hanzo's feet touched the ground, a silhouette was following close behind in the shadows.

"Where does he think he's going?" McCree murmured under his breath. He looked up at the midnight sky.

"Please be safe, [Y/N]. Your cowboy's comin'."