CONGRATULATIONS roban05! Yes!
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"I suppose you're the detectives." A man said as the woman led the agents into a greenhouse room. He was sitting on a bench in the center of the room, greens and exotic plants surrounding him.
"Actually, we're FBI agents." Jack clarified.
"FBI?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and looking at the three men as the woman disappeared. "What, then, do I have the pleasure?"
"We have to ask you a rather, well, odd question?" Bobby said, looking to his fellow agents for advice on how to go about this questioning.
"Yes, uh, well, it seems your name seems to have come up in the course of an investigation of a missing boy." Myles explained. "Do you happen to frequent any restaurants in the DC area?"
"DC? As in Washington DC? Ha, no." He replied, laughing. "I'm lucky if I get out of Maryland."
"Well, we have eyewitnesses that claim to have seen you in Maine and in DC, both times with our missing boy."
"No offense to you, but why are you looking into a kidnapping case? Don't you have terrorists to find?" Darryl asked. "What, is it a congressman's kid or something?"
"Or something." Jack replied. "This kid was found dead yesterday."
"Oh my." He whispered, looking down. "And you think I had something to do with it?" The agents shrugged in response, then he started laughing. "Tell me," he said, starting to get up. "Did your eyewitnesses say I had a limp?" Darryl asked as he walked towards them.
Flabbergasted, the agents just stared at the laughing man as he walked towards them. "But you, you did, you-" Bobby stuttered.
"I had an injury a month after I retired. It left me with a bum leg. I've tried to keep it out of the press. Why else do you think I only have publicity events that almost always involve me sitting down?"
Jack looked away thinking of all the times he saw the star. He was always sitting down. "But our perp, he looks like you, says he's you?"
Darryl shook his head. "Some imposter, I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I don't know of anyone who impersonates me. Does he really look like me?"
"We haven't seen him, but he sure fools everyone he meets." Bobby replied.
He shook his head and chuckled. I gotta meet that man. Maybe I can use him in publicity stunts."
Just as Darryl was musing, Jack's phone rang. "Hudson." He said, waling a few steps away from the group. "Great." He replied after listening for a few seconds. "Thanks for letting me know." He said, hanging up and joining the group. "That was forensics. Just so we can rule you out completely, do you mind giving us a DNA sample, Mr. Lundy?"
Darryl smiled widely. "Of course!"
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"Thank you so much. I will see you Thursday. Bye!" Sue happily said as she hung up with the last person on her list.
"Successful, I presume?" Lucy asked, walking in.
"Yes!" Her friend happily replied. "Everyone will be there!"
"And what, might I ask, will we be doing there? Where is 'there' anyways?"
Sue mischievously smiled. "That, you will have to find out on your own!"
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"So what are you thinking?" Myles asked as they walked back to the car. "He's faking his injury on us?"
"No, of course not." Jack replied. "We'll verify with his doctor, though. I just have a pretty good feeling that the perp's related to him somehow. DNA will tell us where to start looking."
"Good idea." Bobby said as they got in the car. "Now, where to?"
"Home!" Jack happily exclaimed as he started the car.
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Mya sighed as they drove back home. "Everything OK?" Josh asked. This time he was in the passenger seat.
She silently nodded as she drove. "It's just that all those interviews with all those kids really got to me. They all said the same thing. They all knew Peter wasn't coming back. If only we had known, if only that restaurant guy called us,"
Josh put his hand on his wife's hand, which made her stop her ramble. "You can continue with the 'if only's till Timbuktu, but that's not going to change anything. What's most important is that we get the guy that killed him. That's all that truly matters now."
She nodded, slightly smiling. "Thank you." She whispered, then continued driving in silence.
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"When are we going to get that DNA?" Jack asked the next morning. Everyone was back in the bullpen, back from their trips.
"We put a rush on it, but we probably won't get it back until Friday, and that's really rushing it." Mya replied.
He frowned in reply. "So what do we do now?"
Everyone looked at each other for an answer, but no one had one.
"Hold up!" Mya exclaimed after her computer dinged. "Got the preliminary results. Darryl's DNA is definitely a familial match to the skin found underneath Peter's fingernails."
"Did they determine what side and how?" Bobby asked.
She shook her head as she kept reading. "Too soon to tell."
Sarah sighed. "Looks like we'll be scouring both sides of Darryl's family tree today."
Jack nodded. "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll be done. Let's get to work!
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"Hard day?" Sue asked when she saw Jack's worn face when he came into the kitchen where she was working on some paperwork later that evening.
He nodded and closed his eyes, unseeingly walking to the fridge. Once he grabbed a drink from it, he turned to his wife. We're stuck waiting for DNA. We don't have any other leads." He said as he sat down across from her. "Preliminary results say that Darryl and the perp are related, so we spent the whole day going through possible suspects in his family tree. We have about 20 people that fit the age and build. I don't know how we're going to narrow that down."
She put her hand on her husband's. "You will. You'll get this impersonator. Meanwhile, do you think you could get Myles over here tomorrow evening?"
He frowned at her. "Why?"
Sue smiled back. "You'll see."
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"Hey there, awesome job out there." A man said, walking up to a boy in a baseball uniform.
The kid looked up in awe, not saying a word.
"I'm Darryl. What's your name?" The man said, smiling.
"N-Nicky." He stuttered, in awe of the man standing in front of him.
"Well, Nicky, would you like to see some cool baseball memorabilia?"
Nicky eagerly nodded.
"C'mon." the man said, guiding him to his car.
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Myles sighed as he sat on his couch, unseeingly watching life pass him by in the forms of laughing couples walking their dogs and kids being driven to their friends' homes. He didn't know how long he sat there when his phone rang.
"Hello?" He monotonously answered. "What? Again?" He exclaimed, standing up, fully conscious now. "I'll be right there." He said, hanging up and almost running to the door. He was going to personally ensure that this Father wasn't going to lose his son forever.