Chapter 11:

*The Next Morning*

Opening her eyes, Robin grinned happily as memories of the night before in Don's study and then again in the shower came rushing back to her. Her body practically sighed with pleasure as she stretched out -her hand snaking its way over to her fiancée's side of the bed, only to find it disappointingly empty once again. Sitting up quickly, one hand holding the sheet over her small breasts to protect her modesty, Robin looked around the room anxiously. Don was definitely gone.

Flopping down frustrated, she couldn't help but hate the little niggling feeling that was working its way into her previously glowing heart. All she could think was that he had seen the file and decided that he just had to go into the office. She supposed it was nice of him to let her sleep in but she would have preferred to have woken up with him and then repeat last night a few more times. Robin couldn't remember the last time she had phoned in late or sick for sex…it certainly wasn't recently or with Don. He was as much of a workaholic as she was and sometimes that could be a bad thing.

How long she lay there naked under the cool sheets, she didn't know. She just hadn't the strength to spend yet another morning getting ready alone. Fortunately Don chose that moment to walk in the front door. Not wanting him to know that she had noticed that he had been missing, Robin closed her eyes again and feigned sleep as he gently called out her name. Unable to stop from smiling her relief, Robin listened intently as Don did his best to rush up the swirling staircase but the boot and crutches encumbered his movement somewhat. Until finally! He was standing in the open doorway of their master bedroom.

"Rob?" He called again, a little out of breath as he walked over to her side of the bed, sat down and planted a loud kiss on her startled lips. "I know your sleep smile, that was a why aren't you kissing me already smile," He informed her seductively as he bent down and kissed her again, properly this time. "I'm glad you waited," He whispered in her ear, as her whole body came alive from the touch of his whispered words. The thin cotton sheet, still held tightly against her chest, did little to hide her sudden arousal. Don was dressed in casual jeans that had a large hole in one of the knees and were worn in all of the right places, a tight white shirt and his leather motorbike jacket, all beaten and worn from use. He looked like the original rebel without a cause, perfectly delectable, She couldn't help but think as she sat up, letting the sheet glide down her body, to pool in her lap.

"I hope you didn't ride with your leg like that?" She asked him concerned as she slid her hands under the rough leather of his jacket onto his shoulders, massaging them briefly before shoving the jacket down his arms, pinning them to his side.

"I can't rely on Elliott to drive me everywhere," He croaked as her fingertips gently travelled down the hard length of his chest. He wondered if she could feel the beat of his heart through the shirt because to him it felt like it was ready to punch right through his chest. "Besides he might not have appreciated the pit stop," Don gestured to the bedside table with his chin, in no hurry to unpin his arms, whatever she was doing with her fingers just felt too damn good.

"Almond croissants," She smiled happily as she opened the bag and took a large bite. "I can't believe you drove across town for these!"

"It's my thank you for getting case zero, everyone at the office is excited," Don explained distractedly as his eyes followed the way she licked the soft pastry from her thumb and forefinger.

"So they're all mine?" She teased, ripping off a small chunk and raising it to her soft lips.

"If you keep eating them like that…sure," He laughed huskily as she gave him the bite at the last second and using the tip of his tongue licked the crumbs from her gentle fingers, his lips twitching with anticipation. He didn't have to wait long for her almond flavoured kiss, soon enough her lips were melded to his. Parting his lips with her tongue, Robin reached up and raked her fingers through his slightly long hair, pulling his body closer to hers till the air between them sizzled with expectant heat.

"So you stopped by the office?" She asked curiously as the two broke apart, out of breath and highly turned on. Freeing his arms from the jacket, Robin watched as it dropped satisfyingly to the floor, pooling at his feet. It was definitely time to get that top off of him…

"Briefly," He smiled knowingly as he reached down and slowly pulled the shirt over his head, in what he hoped was a seductive manor. "I needed them to go over it before they start interviewing the people on Charlie's list."

"Do you think he's in there?" She asked vulnerably as she got up and moved behind Don on the bed.

"It's Charlie, when have you ever known him to be wrong?" Don smiled as her arms wrapped around his chest, her hands on his pecks, her breasts pressed against his back and his brother quickly eradicated from his thoughts as Don watched her hands snake their way through his chest hair to the button of his jeans. "Rob," He sighed happily as she kissed a trail down his spine making him shiver with need for her.

"Are you sure you aren't needed back at the office?" She asked even though she didn't really want to. Instead Robin very much wanted to be selfish and demand that Don stay…but the case came first and she was surprised the find that she was actually ok with that, hopefully they would have the rest of their lives for moments like this one.

"I'm the SAIC, not the point man anymore," Don told her, taking her hands in his and interlocking their fingers. "I need to take a step back from the case every now and again. They don't need me breathing down their necks at the interviews and I'll get them to brief me and review the footage when I go in later."

"I'm glad you came back," She whispered between his shoulder blades after a few moments of silence, her face was hidden but Don could hear the happiness that his words had brought her and sighed with something more than desire or arousal. For the first time in weeks he felt content…

"I'm never leaving you," Don got up and knelt down in front of her, until she was towering over him. She looked beautiful naked in his bed, her hair mussed and yet somehow still perfect just like her and in that moment all he could think was: I'm the luckiest man in the world. "I love you Robin," He told her earnestly as reaching out, Don put his hands on her cheeks and pulled her face down to his so he could kiss her properly and was rewarded with a deep and satisfied moan as her fingers curled around his wrists.

"I love you too," She smiled down at him when they broke apart several minutes later, her hands moving to his shoulders for support.

"And!" He laughed ecstatically as he took her left hand in his and purposely kissed her ring finger. "I can't wait to make you my wife!"

"Don," She smiled happily, her naked body glowing in the mid-morning sunshine. "I've been thinking…maybe we should wait…you know, until our wedding night…to make it extra special?"

Cringing inside, Don tried to keep his disappointment from showing on his face. His cock was hard and aching with the need to be buried deep inside of her…and she wanted to wait…?

"Don," She grinned as he froze, unsure how to respond. "I'm kidding!"

"Thank God," He moaned happily as slipping from the bed, Robin kissed him passionately before shoving him backwards onto the rough carpet; it was his turn to get rug burns on his ass.

"I couldn't walk away right now if I tried!" She grinned as he lifted his hips to allow her to strip him of his trousers and pants, careful to avoid his sore ankle, until he was lying there, resting back on his elbows, as naked as she was. Sitting back on her heels, Robin drank in the image of his perfect body laid out willingly before her.

"Rob?" He couldn't help but moan, he was already close to coming and her hot gaze, dilated with lust, wasn't helping the matter.

Smiling crookedly, aware of the feelings that she was stirring in her fiancé, Robin crawled slowly across the distance between them until her body was inches from his. Straddling him, Robin bent down and kissed a path along his neck and shoulders, his hands raking their way through her hair as his hips moved up to meet hers. Sitting up and arching her back, Robin waited for the inevitable thrust of him inside of her and screamed out with pleasure as the fast rhythmic motion brought her closer and closer to release.

*Meanwhile…*

"Aren't you supposed to be fronting the interviews?" Colby asked Ian not meaning to sound bitter as he leaned back in the bar's tiny booth and took a long pull from his beer. It was mid-morning, but he had needed to blend; besides he was a little resentful that his friend and teammate had thought that he would need chaperoning and was taking his frustration out on his second beer.

"Think of me more as you're backup," Ian told Colby patiently through his ear piece. He was stationed at the end of the bar with his back to the door, a position he didn't like but used because he didn't want to be recognised. "This area can get pretty rough. Besides I need to be here in case my contact refuses to talk to you."

"Why not just meet him yourself then?" Colby replied confused, Ian hadn't exactly given him a reason for all the clandestine behaviour. "He is expecting you after all."

"Col…it's complicated ok, ah this is him now," Ian lifted his own beer and watched the U.S marshal in the mirror behind the bar as he walked through the door and headed straight for Colby's booth.

"You're not Ian," Was the tall man's quick assessment as he slid onto the booth's cracked but padded vinyl. "But he's around I assume?" Leaning back, the man crossed one leg over the other as he rested his head on the arm he propped up against the top of the bench. He had short cropped brown hair, a straight nose and square jaw. He was dressed plainly in a black long sleeved t-shirt, dark green combat trousers and military issue black boots. He had the air of ex-military about him, at Colby's guess he was Special Forces, probably from Ian's old unit.

"Something like that," Colby tried a friendly smile but the marshal was looking everywhere but at Colby and missed it completely. Whether he was checking the exits or searching for Ian, Colby couldn't tell. At first he couldn't believe that the marshal hadn't spotted Ian on the way in but agent Edgerton had quietly made his way to some dark hole in the bar's dimly lit corners, perfect for junkies and their suppliers to do business. "Do you have the information?"

"All business just like Ian, I like that," The strange man smiled crookedly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Amused, Colby watched the man that reminded him so much of Ian. He had a strange grace about him, like he was relaxing after work with a friend but his slightly straight back and watchful gaze gave him away. This man was definitely military trained Colby recognised the mannerisms; something that had taken him years to drop himself.

"You want a beer?" Colby asked politely, already gesturing to the barman as the marshal gave him a scrutinising once over, probably deciding whether Colby was trustworthy or not.

"Ok," He sighed finally, Colby seemingly had passed the man's little test…if there was one and he wasn't just being weird… "It wasn't easy but I found the file Ian requested buried deep in 'the stacks," The man whom Ian only referred to as Hunter, replied pulling an A4 file folded in half from a pocket pressed against his right thigh and held it out for Colby to take. "It is pretty old so you'll have to forgive the dust."

"Thomas Danby…this is definitely the one," Colby reached across the table for the file but Hunter wouldn't let go.

"Tell Ian the next time he needs a file to call someone else," Letting go of the file Hunter took his beer from the slutty waitress, his eyes never leaving Colby's despite her flashing him a good view down her top. "I hunt the top and most dangerous fugitives in the county; I have better things to do than run his errands because he's too impatient to go through proper channels."

"Four girls have died and more will follow if we don't stop this guy," Colby replied incredulously as he opened the file to check everything was there. "Forgive us if we don't want to wait months for someone in your office to finally get back to us."

"It wouldn't take that long…but I can understand why he would want the information today and not next week…it says in there that Danby managed to give his marshals the slip. He was never found but his name was burned and put on every wanted list in the country. We had a few sightings but…then a whole lot of nothing. I guess people move on very quickly, especially in the press, even as far back as ten years ago." Pausing for a moment, Hunter took a moment to size Colby up one last time before deciding to say what was really on his mind. "How is he?"

"Danby?"

"No…Ian."

Confused, Colby took a long drag from his beer to decide what to say next. He knew that Ian was listening in on the other end but had been mysteriously silent for the whole exchange. There was something in the way Hunter was looking away sheepishly, and the creeping red blush crawling up his neck that had Colby wondering if Ian and this Hunter had been intimate at some stage? Hunter's concern definitely looked more like that of a lover than that of a brother. It wasn't exactly a shock to Colby either. Ian had come out to him a couple of years back after the whole double agent stuff came out and it seemed like Ian was his only friend left. He was starting to understand why Ian had asked him here instead of coming alone. Ian wasn't one to ask for help or support but he did need it and Colby was only too happy to oblige.

"Ian is…Ian," Colby replied unsure of how else to put it. Was he worried about him? Sure, he had been unnaturally quiet ever since he had been back. Even for Ian, a man of so few words…but Colby had been there, he understood better than anyone else on the team what Afghanistan and warfare could do to a man…he understood that feeling of selling a piece of your soul a bit at a time to keep the ones you love safe.

"Tell Ian I'm sorry about Afghanistan…it was bad Intel given by an old friend…Ian isn't omniscient even if he does try to be. He couldn't have known Hawk had turned…their deaths were not Ian's fault and that scuffle in DC, tell him…tell him it's been taken care of," Hunter looked pointedly at Colby at this; it was a look that left Colby feeling cold. Now more than ever he couldn't help but wonder who this man was or had been to Ian.

"Thank you for the information," Colby nodded, changing the subject back to safer ground. "We appreciate it…really."

"Yeah, ok…well…bye," Hunter downed his beer, wiped his hand across his mouth and stood up. "I…um…Agent…don't tell him what I said before…about him not calling me. If he does need me again then well…just tell him I'm there for him…no matter what." Without looking back, Hunter about turned and left the bar, his empty seat taken seconds later by a conflicted Ian, which considering Ian was usually a hard read, left Colby even more concerned than he was before.

"What," Colby asked Ian dramatically. "Was all that about?"

"I'd prefer it if we don't get into it right now…" Ian looked down at his watch impatiently. "We should get that file back to the office; maybe it has something in there that can help us locate Danby now."

"I doubt it, but ok," Colby nodded as he finished his beer.

"I doubt it too but at least we'll be back in time to help with the second half of the interviews. Don's coming in later to be briefed so we'd best be ready."

"Ok, but we're going to talk about whatever that was when the case is over." Colby reached his hand out and gave Ian's arm a brief squeeze.

"Ok," Ian nodded as he slid his arm away, got up and abandoning his beer headed straight for the exit. That was Ian Edgerton, Colby mused to himself, never wastes a second.

*Back at FBI Headquarters*

Sitting in the darkened observation room between the two interrogation suites, Will watched impressed as Ian talked to the last suspect on their excruciatingly long list of suspects. It was going well though. They had managed to eliminate several suspects due to alibis and the remaining few would be put under surveillance. Will still wasn't sure how much he trusted Charlie's 'Everything is Maths' way of solving crime or that they had found their killer in Charlie's list of suspects but his track record at the bureau did tell Will everything he needed to know…for now. That and Ian trusted him…

Getting up, Will knocked on the glass to let Ian know that they had confirmed the last suspect's alibi and to wrap up the interview, which Ian managed with amazing speed and grace. Will wasn't completely sure what it was, there was just something about Ian and the way he carried himself that got people to trust him and let them know that they were safe in his presence. Maybe it had something to do with his time spent in the army, all Will knew was if you could bottle whatever 'it' was, he would definitely buy it.

Fresh from the academy and then given the mission to profile such a high profile serial killer on his first official case…well it could either make his career or fuck up it up before it had even started…that is, if he got it wrong and told them to discard the killer from their search and let another girl die because he was too green…it was partly why Will was sweating even though he was sat in a perfectly air conditioned room. If he was perfectly honest, a small part of him didn't feel ready, not that he would ever let that stop him. Don had faith and that was all Will needed to keep going for the time being.

"Who's next?" Ian asked through the glass after walking their suspect to the door.

"No one," Will replied as he pressed down on the little button that allowed for two-way communication. "He has an alibi for at least three of the murders, so despite having an eighty-eight per cent chance according to Charlie's equation; Mr Miller is in the clear."

"Is that scepticism I hear Agent Chase?" Ian smiled as he propped himself up on the metal table, his feet resting on the padded chair.

"A healthy amount," Will revealed after a moment's hesitation. Despite all his psychology lessons and FBI training, he still found the mysterious Agent Edgerton hard to read, an open book he was not. If Will was pressed to describe Ian as a book, he would definitely choose a locked diary or a top secret classified document.

"That's ok," Ian smiled, much to Will's relief. "I've come to accept that I don't always understand the professor's voodoo either, but that doesn't mean I've ever known him to be wrong. I've gambled my life and this team's on his maths before…I've never lost yet." If Will wasn't mistaken, he thought he might sense a note of pride in Edgerton's tone.

"Voodoo?" Will laughed in reply; somehow it made Ian that bit more human…Will couldn't explain it any other way, just that Ian's smile had a way of putting you at ease…not in a gay way…Will just couldn't help but want to be just like him and as good an agent.

"Right, show time," Ian told Will after receiving a text from Brian, informing him that Don had arrived. Jumping off the table, Ian gestured for Will to pack up and meet him in the bullpen.

*Break*

"Charlie," Ian smiled nervously as he made his way to the back of the empty bullpen to where Charlie was gesturing at the seat next to him. They hadn't talked since Ian had told Charlie that he was going to fight for them two nights ago. Sure, they had seen each other at the briefing the day after but they hadn't had a chance to talk. Not knowing where he stood with Charlie was killing him. Had anything changed? From Charlie's expression, something definitely had…

"You should come over tonight," Charlie leaned over and whispered close to Ian's ear. "We need to talk…"

Never before in the history of the world have the words 'we need to talk' ever been followed by anything good, so folding his shaking hands in his lap, Ian looked down and away disappointed, trying his hardest to keep his distress from showing on his face. He hadn't expected Charlie to leave his wife for him; throwing himself out there had been a last ditch effort on his part and he had to admit he felt more than a little disappointed…in truth he was devastated. Unrequited love was the worst kind. "It's ok Charlie," Ian replied with more courage than he felt, his tone normal even though his heartbeats were irregular. "I get the hint and I respect your decision but I'd rather skip 'the talk' if you don't mind."

"What are you talking about?" Charlie asked confused, certain that he had missed a step somewhere.

"I wish both you and Amita every chance at happiness in the future. You deserve it…"

"…Ian," Charlie smiled as he reached out and turned Ian's face back to his. "I asked Amita for a divorce two nights ago and said goodbye to her at the terminal this morning. She should be halfway to England by now."

"You really did it?" Ian frowned at Charlie, unsure what he was hearing could really be true and too afraid to find out that it wasn't.

"I want you to come over tonight so that we can talk about us and where to go from here," Charlie replied, taking Ian's hand in his, Ian's was excitingly rough to the touch.

"Do you think that's wise at your place?" Ian asked as his long slender fingers entwined with Charlie's. He had piano players' fingers and Charlie swallowed hard as Ian's thumb stroked his wrist, sending little tingles up his arm. "What about your dad?"

"He said he's cool with us, besides he's going out tonight. You could come on over after if you'd prefer?" Charlie was doing his best to keep his own nervousness from his tone but Ian knew him too well. This was really important to him and Ian didn't want to hurt him…

"It's one thing to say your cool with something and then another completely to have it shoved in your face hours after your daughter in law's just left…" Ian wasn't trying to be difficult, just realistic. He wanted to make sure Charlie had thought it through properly.

"We've wasted enough time Ian," Charlie reached out and stroked Ian's slightly stubbled cheek. "Dad understands that. Besides…we've wasted too much time already." He repeated meaningfully, a little smile playing at the corners of his lips. He liked the scratch of Ian's rough stubble beneath his fingers. "Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met?"

"I told you that the sniper fired from a slightly different location from where you suggested...why?"

"What you actually said was: 'but yours was a good guess too."

"Right and you told me it was more of an estimate," Ian smiled fondly. Ian had known then that Charlie was something special. Ian had only acted the way he had to try and impress him. For some reason it had mattered what the strange professor had thought of him and it hadn't been a feeling that Ian was used to or liked having.

"Ian I felt it then and I still feel it now. We had a weird kind of chemistry. One minute I really hated you and then the next I really admired you! You challenged me and the work that I was doing for the FBI and at the same time…all I wanted to do was impress you and then kiss you…and not necessarily in that order… Ian you challenged me to think about the human element and factor it into my future equations. Sometimes I spend too much time in my head, in my work and in my equations. I think it's time we finally did something about this…don't you?"

"Ok then," Ian smiled ruefully. "In that case I'll see you at eight…at yours," Ian leaned in and brushed his lips with Charlie's, kissing him quickly and teasingly before anyone could walk in and ruin the moment. The others would be there soon, and Ian really needed to focus his thoughts before bringing Don up to speed on the case.

"You'll be fine," Charlie whispered to Ian, reading his mind as Liz, Nikki, Colby, Brian, Elliott and Will entered the room.

Nodding, without really listening, Ian watched as Don and Nick came in seconds later, laughing about something or other. Don was in an uncharacteristically good mood and Ian suspected it had something to do with a morning off with a certain lawyer. "Yeah?" Ian mumbled one hand on the file from Hunter and his other still holding Charlie's under the table.

"Yeah," Charlie grinned. "I've never seen the great agent Edgerton fail at anything!"

"There's a first time for everything," Ian grumbled as he let go of Charlie's hand before joining Don and Nick at the front of the room, it was time to brief the team.

*Break*

"Ian," Don smiled as Ian approached him and Nick at the front of the room. "How did the interviews go?"

"Promising," Ian nodded as he held out a copy of the tapes for Don to watch later. "We've managed to eliminate nine people from Charlie's list. Brian is working with Captain Brown to get the last six back under surveillance."

"Tell us about the six," Nick requested as he looked over Don's shoulder at the report Will had passed him when they had first entered the room.

"Paul Jenison, Arthur Wu, James Sanders, Emilio Sanchez, Doug Reynolds and Ray Fisher," Will replied from behind as he loaded the image of each suspect on the board. None of them have alibis and each one failed the standard background check."

"How so?" Don asked confused. It was strange to have six people in the one case fail a standard background check. He knew that Matt Li was better and more through than most but…six? He needed to have a word to the mayor about the people the government were hiring these days.

"Well we believe that Sanchez and Wu are illegals working under fake names. As for Fisher and Jenison both have long rap sheets and are currently working for the garden service as community service. Both are only children so don't fit with case zero, but let's assume that case zero is just a huge coincidence…no alibi and priors means they stay on the list and under surveillance until we can eliminate them properly. Sanders basically don't exist on paper at all so we are assuming it's a false identity. As for Reynolds, he apparently died ten years ago so we are looking at possible identity theft." Ian folded his arms and perched on the computer desk to the left of the interactive board.

"Anything stand out in their interviews?" Colby wondered curiously. After his and Ian's trip to meet the elusive Hunter, he had asked Ian to drop him off at the court house to check in on the Judge Tompkins trial, therefore missing the second half of interviews.

"Sanchez and Wu just came across worried, possibly because they thought we were going to report them for being in the country illegally. They actually seemed more relaxed when they were told that they were there about the dead girls." Brian, who had been helping Will in the observation room to assess the suspects, filled Colby in from his seat near the middle of the room.

"Ok so for the time being they are at the bottom of the suspect pool," Don told the room in general. "What about the other four?"

"Like I said," Ian got up and pointed at the pictures for Ray Fisher and Paul Jenison, "These two only fit if case zero isn't in fact case zero."

"Sanders was interestingly freaked out by the ghost flower," Will added as he joined Ian at the board. Reading aloud from his notes he told them: "The flower was rumoured to have similar properties to the black spot used by sailors and pirates, that centuries ago the flower was used to mark someone out for death."

"That's right," Ian nodded thoughtfully. "He wouldn't finish the interview until we had removed them from the room. When I asked why he planted them in the gardens he said that it was the 'landscapers' choice but the landscaper claimed that he would never have planted a desert flower in his gardens. Whoever the killer is must have…perhaps Sanders was throwing us off of him by giving up the landscaper? Who has an alibi for all the murders by the way."

"And Reynolds?" Charlie asked eagerly from the back. This was progress of a kind. It sounded like it was really down to two guys.

"He seemed more interested in Ian than the case," Will frowned thoughtfully.

"How so?" Don asked curiously as he sat forward until his elbows were resting on his knees.

"He was curious about the flowers, asked if I knew what they were. I told him and he was curious about my knowledge of vegetation," Ian shrugged noncommittally. "To be honest he seemed a little simple. He had trouble focusing on the questions asked and barely glanced at the pictures put before him. If it wasn't for his lack of alibi, I would tell you to cut him from the search."

"I want to be sure he's not just a fantastic actor fist," Will replied slightly defensively. It was true he was new to all this but that meant he had to be extra cautious not to make mistakes. "I know that your gut tells you to cut him loose," Will looked down, biting his bottom lip in thought. "But it doesn't hurt to check him out for a couple days first…does it?"

"Will's right," Don frowned thoughtfully. "It seems a little suspect that he avoided questioning. But I trust Ian's gut almost as much as my own. Keep him under surveillance with the others for the time being. We'll review everyone again in a week's time. We can cut him loose then."

"Ok," Nick replied getting up and clapping his hands together. "Brian I want you and Elliott running point with the surveillance. Coordinate with your captain and stay on them. You can report your findings to Don each morning. The LA child Snatcher should be trawling for a new victim. It's possible he already has one in mind. So get that surveillance in place. As soon as he approaches his victim we'll take him down. We're close folks so keep it up!" Nick told them all before sweeping out of the meeting room without as much as a simple goodbye.

"Don," Ian called Don back when it looked like he was about to follow the AD. "I have the marshal's report on Danby, looks like he was given the name Thomas Larke and a place in Seattle. Two months later he gives his marshals the slip and was never seen again. There was one sighting at an airport so it was suspected he fled the country but that seems unlikely doesn't it?"

"It does," Don agreed as he took a copy of the file to read later. "How did you get this? Marshals were giving me the run around ever since Robin gave me the unsealed case file. Something about finding a file in 'the stacks' that's ten years old, being like trying to find a person that doesn't want to be found in New York City…"

"I have friends everywhere," Ian smiled wolfishly as he watched Charlie leave; he had a few hours to kill before eight. "And my guy has a knack for finding things, especially people that don't want to be found in New York City. Plus! I have some thoughts about retracing Danby/Larke's steps…but they can wait until the morning."

"Yes, definitely," Don smiled a small secretive smile as he looked at the time on his watch. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye," Ian replied as he made his own way home for a quick shower and change of clothes. He knew it sounded very girly, but he wanted to look his best for Charlie and he still smelt of smoke from the bar this morning. Distracted to his surroundings for once, Ian didn't see the white van following three cars behind him on his way home or again on his way to Charlie's.