AN: This chapter gives just a small bit of what it might be about.. sorry. I promise the next chapter will have it, but it didn't fit right in this one ^^' For reasons ;3

"Well, where do you suggest we look?" Connor said with false brightness, and took a step, forcing his shoulders to straighten and a smile to his

face. He didn't want false sympathy, so hiding the hurt was the best… no, the only option. Becker turned to look at him, a single brow raised and a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I think we should ask Jess." Becker said, inclining his head towards their field coordinator. Connor caught on quickly enough.

"I can't believe we didn't think of the security cameras sooner." He commented, nodding. They walked over, watching politely for Jess to finish whatever it was that made her fingers fly across the keys.

After a moment, she looked up at them, smiling.

"CCTV?"

"Yes, please."

"It'll cost you a chocolate bar." Jess said, grinning. Connor leaned around to look at the second screen of the ADD.

"Nothing-" Becker began his usual reply with a grin.

"-With orange in it, we know Becks!" Connor almost snapped, to the surprise of the other two. He glanced at Jess, wincing. "Sorry, Jess. It's just,

I… we really need to find Danny ASAP, yeah? Bit antsy." He apologized, waiting until she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Boys." She said it in a long-suffering sort of way, which made both of the men chuckle despite themselves. Thankfully, she turned to the ADD and pulled up the camera footage.

Jess had found Danny lurking in the break room, though after Quinn walked around the room once and poured himself a cup of coffee, he glanced up at the security camera, and winked. Becker actually growled, startling Connor, who was trying to type one-handed while Jess halfheartedly tried to regain control of the ADD from him.

"C'mon, let's head to the break room."

"But Becker-" Connor ground his teeth as Becker ignored him, and started walking, forcing him to follow or be dragged by his wrist. "Becks! By the time we get there, he'll be long gone!"

"I know, but maybe we can head him off…"

"If we weren't handcuffed this would be easier." Connor muttered.

"Well, it would mean that we could go down different hallways and corner Quinn." Becker pointed out, brows furrowed as he turned to face Connor. For his part, the techy genius hadn't considered that Becker might not mind the handcuffing part because it was with connor, but because it was more difficult to do things when your hand was linked to someone else's. "Is something wrong, Conn?"

Connor's eyes widened, and then he shook his head sharply, turning away.

"Later, later. Danny's probably halfway across the building by now!" Connor switched topics, starting to walk. Becker immediately fell into step, easily keeping pace.

Danny wormed his way through the air vents above Connor and Becker, peering down at the two through the grating. He let out a quiet sigh. He'd hoped his plan would work. Maybe he would've done better to lock them in one of the empty menagerie pens…. He shook his head. Becker would murder him, possibly for real, if he did that.

Danny resolved to stay hidden for as long as possible: they would have to discuss the fight eventually.

"He's not in here, Becker." Connor grumbled, sighing as Becker shook his head and practically stalked towards the cabinets on the other end of the room. "There's no way Danny could keep quiet for this long, anyway." He added, making a face when Becker didn't reply. "Becks, he probably snuck out long before we got here. The ARC's pretty round abou', he could be anywhere by now."

The Captain finally turned to face him, eyebrows raised.

"And what do you suggest we do?"

"What?! I'm suddenly the one who makes the decisions?"

"Conn, you know Danny better than I do."

"So it's not because you finally think I'm useful?" Connor couldn't stop himself from blurting. Becker opened his mouth to respond, and Connor turned away, glaring at the cuff rather than meeting Becker's eyes. "Nevermind, we… we're not getting into this again, yeah?"

"Connor…"

"I mean, you said to drop it, so it's dropped, been dropped all day, yep."

"Connor!" Becker shouted, his shoulder and forcing Connor to look at him again.