Panic coursed through Kathleen's veins. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and she couldn't stop herself from frequently making sure that the bedroom door didn't swing open and reveal a disgusted and angry Mike Logan.

"Oh God, Marvin…" she whispered, "OhGodOhGodOhGod…" she mumbled into his fur when she reached for his stoic comfort. "We need to go, we need to leave…"

Marvin whimpered in confusion as Kathleen began to pace erratically, having flown of the couch in near hysteria. She patted her lips, in dire need to pick up a bad habit she gave up long ago. "He knows, that means he knows…he's going to find me…he'll kill me, then Mike…Oh God…" she was struggling to breath around her words. "I need to leave. We need to leave!" She clamped a hand over her mouth and glanced at the bedroom door, still shut. Taking a few steadying breaths, she tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear against it. Catching the soft snoring emitting by Mike, she opened the door and quickly stepped in. Grabbing a large duffel bag, she stuffed as much clothing and personal items she could into it.

Escaping with a sigh, she grabbed Marvin's leash and whistled him over. He became excited, believing they were going to a walk. Kathleen sadly clipped the leash on and tugged him gently to the front door. She paused, pondering whether or not she should write a note. Shaking her head, she decided against. He would know. He was a detective after all.

Kathleen Shaw and Marvin slipped out into the dark hallway, a dim bulb their only light. Making their way down the stairs, they were followed by three shadows. Two of which belonged to Kathleen and Marvin.

Logan awoke the next morning with a jolt, his mouth dry. He opened and closed his mouth, working himself into a yawn. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed that Kathleen's side of the bed was made. Upon closer inspection he realized it was never slept in. Mike tried to find a reason as to why she wouldn't sleep in the bed, she didn't really have one, but he sure did. Then he remembered.

"The damn folders!" he pulled the covers back roughly, nearly tripping over his own feet in an attempt to quickly leave the room. Flinging the door open, he caught sight of the open folder on the floor and the fact that Marvin did not greet him. There were no noises; he was alone. "Dammit," he swore softly and rubbed a hand over the bridge of his nose before repeating the motion over his eye. "Dammit…"

He needed to find her, before Julian did. Grabbing the phone of the wall, he punched in the number for Captain Ross.

"Captain Ross speaking."

"Yeah Ross, it's Logan."

"Logan," the way the name rolled of his boss's tongue suggested he ate something bitter, "What can I do for you?"

"I need to take a day, maybe two."

"Is this an emergency?"

He paused, and furrowed his dark eyebrows; Julian could kill Kathleen, he already threatened him. "Yes, it's an emergency. K-Holly's missing. She took off with Marvin-" he cut himself off short when he can could have sworn Ross had laughed.

"You know women, Logan, maybe she needed a break from you."

Angered, Logan nearly punched a hole into the wall. "Listen, Ross! Her real name's Kathleen Shaw. She ran away from her abusive ex-husband, Julian Shaw…" he proceeded to explain as much as he could, as fast as he could, to his Captain.

"Why don't I send another Detective to help you, and maybe a black and white to patrol?" he truly sounded concerned, and that made Logan cringe internally.

"Thanks, Ross." He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Before Ross could hang up, Logan quickly asked which detective he would be sending over, to which he casually replied, "Our resident Sherlock Holmes…Goren."

After the phone conversation, Logan decided to shower quickly and change into casual clothing. Not long after he had thrown on jeans and a white t-shirt, he had found himself nearly biting his nails while waiting on the couch. A soft knock on the front door interrupted his horrid daydreams.

"Uh, Logan?" the door opened slightly, casting a large shadow of the already huge man. "Logan?"

Mike opened the door the rest of the way, nearly causing Goren to fall on top of him. Goren's lips twitched into a lopsided smile as he brushed by Logan, stumbling forward from the momentum. Straitening up, he motioned towards the door in a sweeping motion. Logan nearly rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the worn, leather binder clutched in Goren's left hand as he walked by and into the hall.

"Where do you want to start?" Goren asked, as his head craned over Logan's shoulder, watching him lock the door. The latter man bumped into Goren as he turned back.

"Do you not know the meaning of the words, 'personal space'?" Mike growled, his green eyes smoldering as they met the inquisitive brown ones before him.

Stepping back quickly, Goren held up his hands with his palms facing toward Mike, in surrender. He seemed to be studying Logan's shoes like a scolded child, and Logan would have felt bad had it not been for the small smile on Goren's face.

Heaving a sigh, Logan answered both of the questions. "No." He pinched the bridge of his slightly hooked nose, and tried to think. "I have no idea where to start…" he opened his mouth as if to say more, but pulled up short. He wasn't that familiar with Bobby, and he didn't wish to tell him how he felt.

However, no words needed to be said. It was in Goren's nature to figure out things of all shapes and sizes. So it should not have come to any surprise to Mike when he looked up to see Goren's head tilted to the side, lips partially open and eyes half-lidded. Wagging a finger in Logan's direction, Goren made a point of looking at the ground as he stepped back, all the while wondering, "You're, you're worried for her, aren't you?" When Logan's steely eyes darted to the side, Goren gave him a half smile. "You are-"

"So what!?" Mike snapped, his eyes fastening on the other man's boyish face. "What is this? Twenty questions? You interrogating me, Goren?" When he made that insinuation, his eyes flashed angrily and he jabbed a finger in Goren's face. "You are! Aren't you? That's why Ross sent you, you guys think I did something to Holly!"

Goren's face went from passive, to confused. He began shaking his head, holding his hands up in the air as Logan backed him up into a wall. Goren hated fights; he tried to avoid them at all costs. If he truly wanted to, he was sure he could take Logan out, despite the man's equally large stature. He opted for trying to relax and seem at ease, and pursed his lips as he tried to find a string of words in his brain that could form a sentence that wouldn't trigger a punch to his face.

"Logan, relax, okay? I'm trying to help you find Kathleen, and the longer you stand here and shout, the greater the uh, the chance that Julian," his voice was rising now, reaching into the hazy red anger in Mike's mind, "That Julian will find her and hurt her! I know his past as well as you do, Mike, and we both know that he could hurt her! Do you want that to happen, Mike? Huh?" The hurried, yet punctuated words accompanied by the use of his first name managed to bring Logan back to his senses. He pulled back, and released the hold he didn't realized he had on the other man's lapels.

Mike threw his head to the side, and stepped back far enough to allow Goren to smooth down the wrinkles in his suit. He tossed a hand in the air as the other found itself in his pocket. Rubbing his neck, he opened his mouth to apologize.

"Don't uh, don't worry about it," Goren interjected before Logan could speak, his top lip curling into another famous Goren smile. His lip pulled back further to reveal white, straight teeth. "Really, Logan, it's nothing. You're upset, I get it…why don't we-why don't we head out, huh? We might want to take your car though," he added as they made their way down the stairs, "There is a reason why Eames likes to drive."

Mike would have smirked in response had Goren's words not bounced in his mind. Goren read the files; otherwise he wouldn't have known those things. Shaking his head angrily, he decided he would confront the other detective later on the matter. At the moment, he needed to find Kathleen before Julian did.

TBC...

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