Martinez scratched the back of his neck while he waited for Peter to pick up the phone, Hendrickson was leaning against the car right next to him, his arms crossed as he looked up at the sky. They had pulled over to the curb after failing to find the hero three times already. The hero had disappeared after helping the city fight a massive fire at a welding shop. The entire situation was chaotic, only becoming worse after the hydrogen tanks within the shop started to explode. Making the flames easily pass the two-story mark. It took hours to put out the fire, and even longer for the fire chief to confirm the extinguished fire, in turn, allowing everyone to go home for the night.

"Still not answering?" Martinez put up a finger as he hoped and waited for the dial tone to change to a click, but only sighed in defeat when he heard the same stupid voice, telling him that in fact no, Peter didn't answer his phone, again.

"No," Martinez tapped at his phone bitterly before shoving it into his pocket. He wasn't that worried; the police chiefs had already reported that Peter was the last person to leave the fire right after Chief Williams had practically wrestled the young man to get checked over by one of the paramedics. And other than the hero inhaling a little bit of smoke, he was fine, there was no one in the welding shop to save, he was just tired more than anything, "He usually doesn't do this, he answers the first time either one of us calls." Hendrickson shrugged his shoulders before standing up.

"Well, instead of us standing around like idiots, lets go and hunt for that idiot." Martinez nodded and got in the car with Hendrickson, not hesitating to pick up the radio.

"All units, has anyone seen Spider-man?"

"Not today I've haven't."

"Not yet."

"I saw him at the park with Fire Station Five, running drills with them. Told me that he was getting sick of standing by at fires and wanted to learn some techniques. "the two of them perked up at the sound of Markus's voice coming over the radio.

"What park?"

"Central." The two of them exchanged glances and with a nod, Hendrickson turned on the car and pulled off from the curb.

"Alright, thanks Markus."

"You got it, over and out." Martinez put the radio away before leaning back in his seat.

"let's go and get that moron."

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The two officers wondered around the park, trying to find where the fifth fire department might be at. Markus said that they were running drills so they had to had to be in one of the open areas within the park.

"You would really think a bunch of fire fighters and a primary colored man would be a little bit more noticeable in a place like this." Hendrickson hummed in agreement, his head on a swivel as he tried to fight either a bunch of fire fighters or their fire truck. Which again, was something else that was hard to not notice.

"Hey, that's the fifths truck," Hendrickson turned and looked where his partner was looking and sure enough, they could see the fire truck as soon as they walked out of the trees.

"I don't see anyone there?" the two of them walked up to the truck and with a quick look inside, they could tell that it was empty, but was full of equipment. Hendrickson put his hand over the hood, taking note of the cold engine, showing that the truck hasn't been turned on for a while already.

"Their equipment is put away, and the engine is cold, they have to be somewhere around here." Martinez grunted in agreement, already looking for-wait. Martinez squinted as he focused his sight to his right. He knocked his hand against Hendrickson's shoulder to catch the older man's attention.

"Is it me, or do you see a bunch of people lying down under a tree?" Hendrickson traced Martinez's gave to a giant Arizona ash tree a few hundred meters away. Faintly, he could see the bodies of at least six people laying down under the tree. With a jerk of his head, Hendrickson took the lead as they silently walked over to the tree.

Faint snores drifted on the wind, becoming more and more audible as they get closer.

"Are you kidding me?" they realized where the fire fighters were, along with Peter. With the fire station dogs standing guard, the first shift for the fifth station were all talking a nap together under the thick canopy of the tree. They were all using each other as a pillow or were leaning against each other's back, curled up gently in their sleep. And Peter was in the very center of the nap pile, his head resting on the stomach of someone else while another guy using his left thigh as a pillow. All of them were dead asleep, snoring gently as they got the rest they needed. Martinez eyed a sticky note on the edge of one of their shoes and plucked it off the toe of the boot.

Come back to the station when you all wake up

~ Chief Williams

Martinez sighed and passed the note to Hendrickson, who read the note while absentmindedly petting one of the station dogs. He shook his head in disbelief when he finished reading it and gently placed it back onto the guys foot. Without any words, Martinez took out his note pad and scribbled something on it before tearing out the page, folding it up, and placing it under the station dogs' collar for them to find later.

"Come on, lets go." Their words were whispered as they left, and stayed like that until they were far enough to talk normally.

"You're not going to wake him up?" Martinez shook his head.

"Nah, I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't dead or anything."

"Sure, Hendrickson chuckled at the glare he got from his partner, "Anyway, what did you write on the note?"

"Don't leave your phone on silence you absolute fucking idiot." Hendrickson let out a laugh.

"I would say he deserves that."

"Yes, yes he does."