The pavement was newly wet with the rain that had begun to fall. Lance's sneakers hit the sidewalk with loud thuds with every step, breath ragged and harsh. He'd been running after the car for nearly twenty minutes, and despite being a rather fast runner, he found that it was hard to keep up. He hadn't expected it to be easy to catch them, but he also didn't expect it to be quite so hard.

Placing his hands on his knees and panting heavily, Lance stopped his pursuit. He didn't stand a chance following on foot, he recognized, and he'd left his motorcycle in the parking lot near his dorm. And so, he had to think. What else could he do to remember the car and try to find his boyfriend or victim-to-be...?

Thinking quickly, the tanned man pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the car and the direction it was going. As long as he knew that, he had some hint of where he had to go and what the vehicle he'd be looking for was. 24 hours was all he had, really, and he wanted to solve this case as soon as possible.

Lance tried to think of more options that would help him figure this out. If he went to the police, they'd no doubt think he did it, because honestly, though he was rather chill in a sense, he was shady. Lance didn't really trust police, anyway, so maybe that was for the best. He could question his own friends about it, though a part of him already knew that they probably didn't even know who Keith was and wouldn't be of any assistance on that front. So he could only really think of one other thing to do.

Contact Pidge.

Pidge was the local tech geek who could probably get Lance into Keith's room no problem. There, Lance could investigate what it was Keith was into, and if he knew anyone was after him. That being said, there could be some good information in the dorm that could certainly assist with his task. The only issue would be getting Pidge to actually help him get into the room, and he wasn't sure that the nerd really would do that for him...

Then again, they were kinda friends. When they were a little younger, perhaps by two years, they were kind of forced to work together now and again since certain jobs they both had matched up. So Lance figured this might be a good opportunity for them to work together again! ...that was the excuse he was going to use, anyway. What else could he say?

"Hey, Pidge, mind letting me into the dorm room of someone I've been stalking?"

Gunderson would probably think he was insane, which wasn't too far off, so that was out of the question.

Lance shook his head and stood up straight, stretching. This entire situation was just so bizarre to him. He was positive that either someone was stalking Keith, too, or Keith fucked up and now this was coming about. It all seemed too elaborate and clean to have been pulled off by some random person. And Keith hadn't anticipated it...the kidnappers were too skilled to have been some amateurs who saw a pretty boy and said "hey, fuck it, let's kidnap someone!"

Making the long trek back to the college campus, the hispanic male went to the dorm of the one and only Pidge Gunderson. He took a deep breath, a little nervous about what he'd say and do, but knew it was probably best just to play it cool, calm, and collected. So basically, not be a wannabe suave asshole to Pidge like he was to everyone else. He had to kiss major ass, and he was ready to do that as long as it meant he could get Keith back safe and sound with each little strand of his mullet hair still on his head and his cute little tongue still attached.

So Lance could fuck everything up, of course.

Or fuck him up.

Or fuck Keith in general.

Lance snickered at his own thoughts, knocking on the door gingerly and humming. Yeah, this'd be fine. He'd play it all kind and he'd get into Keith's room. He'd have the kidnapping figured out in no time! Less than an hour! And then the boy of his dreams would be-

"...Lance?"

The brown haired male was snapped out of his daydream. Lance scratched the back of his head. laughing nervously. He was admittedly a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in such a way, but maybe it'd make him less creepy. No, quite the opposite, probably..

"Pidge! Pal! Buddy! Hey!" Lance winked. "Wanna help me with something?"

The light brown haired teen cringed. "Why would I ever in my right mind want to help you? Are you planning on killing someone and need help tracking them? If so, I'm out."

"No, no, it's not like that. I just need you to get me into my boyfriend's dorm. I left my school ID in there and he's off on vacation with his family. So, I'm in a bit of a pickle."

"Boyfriend? You?" Pidge cackled. "Oh! You almost had me for a second. See ya, Lance."

Pidge began to shut the door, but Lance stopped it with his hand.

"Seriously. Look, I'm already in trouble with the headmistress. Please, just help me, this once."

Pidge sighed and looked away, annoyed. "For real? Ugh, whatever, fine, but after this, promise me you'll leave me alone for the rest of the short time you're alive."

"Promise!" Lance cheered, hugging Pidge. "Alright, I'll lead you there. You don't have to stick around, I'm going to set up a very romantic and sensual thing for him for when he returns from visiting his family."

"Gross. Whatever, didn't need to know that, honestly."

And so, Lance led Pidge to Keith's room, and Pidge unlocked it and quickly left. Gunderson wanted no part of what Lance had said he was going to do, and so left immediately. Lance had to congratulate himself on a job well done. Now he'd be able to investigate the room in its entirety without having to break through a window or anything. But he couldn't take long. Keith didn't have very long.