Chandler walked around the incident room, picking up the balled up paper and useless scraps that appeared at the end of every day. Everyone else had already gone home, the sky darkening considerably as he set the bin back down by Miles' desk.
He sighed and rubbed his temple, a habit he had earned over his years with OCD. He looked back at the problem that was stressing him out. There was pretty much nothing they could use to catch this guy. Zip, nada, zilch.
After staring at the boards for another five minutes Chandler sighed and gave up for the night, trudging into his office to grab his coat.
As he was just about to leave, flicking the light switch off, the office phone rang. The sound of it's shrill rings bounced around the near empty office and incident room, making DI Chandler look back from the main door.
He frowned. Who would be ringing at this hour? He checked his watch. 11:20 p.m. He sighed and jogged back, pressing the light switch as he passed it.
Raising the phone to his ear, he heard the gruff voice of one of the uniforms downstairs. "There's been a sighting if your guy." He stated.
"Where?" Chandler asked instantly, eyes lighting up. This was exactly what they needed.
The uniform gave the address, hanging up afterwards. Chandler grinned, trotting back out of the office, turning off the lights, and out of the incident room. He pulled his phone out, calling them all and giving them the address.
Everyone picked up and agreed to come except Kent. Every time Chandler tried there was no answer, just Kent's answer phone blaring each time. Chandler frowned deeply, his good mood evaporating quickly. Kent always picked up, no matter what. He sighed, hopping in his car and speeding over, hoping that one of the others could manage to get hold of him.
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The square was small, just a backstreet intersection where the team met. Everyone was looking around, noticing their one missing team member.
"Where's Kent? He finally got a date?" Mansell asked, smirking.
Riley grinned deviously and shook her head. "No. Even if he managed to get one, he'd be here for the boss."
"Yeah." He nodded, looking thoughtful. "So where do you think he is?"
"Don't know... Late?" Riley suggested, raising an eyebrow.
Mansell considered it and agreed slowly. "Probably..."
The two DCs began coming up with several different ideas on why Kent wasn't there, each one more insane than it's predecessor. They cackled quietly, waiting for orders from their boss.
Buchan came running up to Chandler, clutching a tan coloured folder in his hands. "Sir! I found it!"
Chandler spun around, confused. "Found what?"
"The file!" Buchan grinned like a child in a candy shop. "1993, a vigilante haunted the streets of New York city for three years before he was caught and put up for trial! All of it was very hush hush!"
Chandler raised an eyebrow, wincing slightly at the volume at which Buchan was yelling. "So they caught him? It is possible? And can you please quieten down a bit?"
Buchan nodded, lowering his voice to a more tolerable level though he was still excited. "Yes. Though he didn't seem to be as sophisticated and able as our one is but the same principle is there. It is possible to catch him."
Chandler thought for a moment, holding up a hand for quiet as the researcher began to ramble on with the smaller details of the case.
"How'd they do it?" He asked, staring over Buchan's shoulder.
