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II: Searching For Sutherland

The three stood on the shadowy sidewalk and studied a tall brick building. Most of the windows were dark, but the lobby lights still shined brightly. Just visible beyond the glass doors was a woman sitting behind a wooden desk, typing away and unaware that she was being watched.

"So what's your plan?" Mick asked.

"I'm going to ask her where Sutherland is," Jack replied, checking the clip of his gun before holstering it once more.

"I don't think that'll work," Mick said. "You look just like him, from what I gather. I think that's part of the mystery here."

Jack frowned. He hadn't known that. He hated feeling out of the loop and that's just what he felt here. The detective and the kid, David, both seemed to have vague information that they couldn't explain how they'd gotten. At least not in a way that Jack accepted. That they saw it in dreams was not good enough. Perhaps that was somewhat contradictory of him since, although Jack had not had dreams, at least none that he remembered, he still just felt that finding this guy, this Sutherland character, was important.

"My point is," the detective continued, "She'll probably just think you're joking and that you are Sutherland."

Jack said nothing, looking at the office building thoughtfully. The three had gotten a lucky break when David, who tended to walk somewhat aloof from the others, overheard a conversation between two young adults ogling the building they now stood before and identifying it as a location where information on Sutherland was kept. Why the information was there and what kind of information it was was unknown and they hadn't been able to intercept the chatting couple before they had gotten into a cab and departed. They could only hope that the information included his home address.

The lobby of the building was empty save for the secretary. With a sigh Jack turned to the kid.

"David," he said seriously. "You're going to have to go in there."

"Figures," was all he said. Of the three men, David looked the least like Sutherland, if only because he was a good twenty years younger. The leather clad teenager stamped out his cigarette as Jack continued.

"She probably won't tell you exactly where he is since you don't have an appointment and it's late, but-"

"I've got it," David told him calmly, that devilish smirk playing on his face. Jack frowned and clasped him firmly on the shoulders.

"This is serious, David. If you can't do this, we'll be back to square one. Detective Hayden is right. They won't take him or me seriously without us resorting to force."

David brushed Jack off with surprising strength, seeming annoyed with the man's attitude. "I know. I can handle it, Jack." He began to move off. "Give me five minutes."

And with that he crossed the street and entered the building. Jack watched him, calculating the teenager's chances and whether or not he should go in after him if he failed. Beside him Mick crossed his arms and sighed.

"That kid's a piece of work," he replied.

Jack found himself responding with a small smile and a laugh. "Where'd you find him anyway?"

"He found me actually. Showed up in my office in the middle of the night without a sound. Scared the crap out of me. At first I thought he was some street thug one of the cops brought in, but he had no cuffs. Then I noticed the resemblance and, well, I didn't know what to think. Still don't."

Jack nodded as he looked momentarily to his double. He knew what Mick meant. The detective continued.

"Then he asked me if I was Kiefer Sutherland. Seemed pretty convinced that I was. Thing is, I'd been hearing about this guy too. Seeing him in dreams, that is. I'd figured that he was just some character in my head that I'd dreamed up, some different version of myself, since he looked like me, but after David showed up..." Mick waved a hand as if to say 'well, you know'.

Jack nodded, but said nothing. It all seemed too science-fictional for him. Then the door of the building swung open and David strode out, glancing back mischievously over his shoulder. He crossed the dark street hardly looking for oncoming traffic and approached them.

"That was quick," Mick said.

"Did you get it?" Jack questioned.

David looked at them and passed them by. The two adults frowned and watched as he paced to Jack's SUV. He opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, propping his feet onto the dashboard before he finally turned to them with a grin.

"I know where he is."

"Where?" the pair asked.

"Not far from here," David revealed. "He's at home."

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Character Profile #1:

Michael "Mickey" Hayden

Detective Mickey Hayden has an ability he never asked for. After hitting his head in a chase, Mick found that he sometimes get visions when he touches other people's belongings. At first he didn't understand, but he came to terms with the truth in time to solve the mystery of a serial killer by seeing through his eyes as he commits his murders.

Post "Eye of the Killer" aka "After Alice", Mickey has found a reason to sober up, quit smoking, and get his life back together. Everything seemed finally to be looking up for Mick. Then along came David.

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Author's Note: This chapter was a little short so I'll probably be posting the next one soon. Reviews let me know you care and make me add 'em more quickly.