Looking at his watch for the tenth time, Evan grabbed his phone. Harvey was an hour late and not answering his cell or home phones. He listened to the ringing on the other end and sighed in relief when he heard Nash's voice answer.

"This better be important, it's after four in the morning."

Evan wasn't exactly thrilled at having to wake his boss at that hour, either. "Sorry Nashman, but I can't find Harv."

"What do you mean, you can't find Harvey?"

"Boss, he was supposed to come relieve me at about 3am, and he never showed up. I've tried reaching him at home, but I just get his answering machine. I've tried his cell phone, but I think his battery died or something."

Nash sat up and rubbed his eyes. That wasn't at all like Harvey. "Evan, these surveillance shifts are from 12-12. Why was he not coming to relieve you until three?"

"Well, see, Joe had Harv go cover another armored car robbery after he left here this afternoon. Joe called me later and asked me to stay a few hours over, so Harv could get some sleep after dealing with the robbery. Of course I said yes, but now I can't get hold of him."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nash sighed and slipped from the bed. "Okay, look, I'll call Joe and see if he has any idea where Harv is. If we can't find him, I'll have Joe or Michelle come relieve you. Either way, I'll call you back okay?"

"Thanks Nashman. I'm kinda worried about him, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know you are Evan. We'll figure it out. I'll call ya later."

Hanging up with Evan, Nash dialed Joe's home number. It took six rings, but he finally heard his partner's sleepy voice. "Dominguez."

"Hey Joe, it's Nash. Listen, do you have any idea where Harvey might be?"

"Harvey? I dunno man. He went to check out a robbery over on 5th yesterday afternoon. I had Ronnie pick him up, 'cause Harv said he'd taken some cold medicine and couldn't drive. I haven't heard from him since. Didn't he go relieve Evan?"

"No, and he's not answering his phones. Damn, I don't like this. Alright, I'll give Ronnie a call. Hey, can you go relieve Evan?"

"Sorry bubba, but Ingar's best friend went into labor last night, and she's at the hospital with her. I'm alone here with Lucia and I don't have anybody to watch her."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Nash ran a hand through his hair and frowned. "Okay, I'll get Michelle then. If you hear anything from Harv, call me."

"Will do, bubba. Later."

Dialing Michelle's home number, Nash waited for her to answer and paced his kitchen floor. After five rings, the answering machine picked up. He tried her cell phone next and after a few rings finally got her. "Michelle."

"It's Nash. I need you to go relieve Evan at the surveillance van. Harvey was supposed to do it, but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sorry Nash, but I'm down at the E.R. with my mother. Her foot swelled up really bad, and they're having to take off her cast and replace it. I'm gonna be stuck here for hours."

"Damn! Okay, but give me a call as soon as you can go relieve Evan. He'll just have to pull a double shift until you can cover for him."

"Sure boss. If Harvey can pull a double, I guess Evan can."

Nash stopped his pacing and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait a minute...when did Harv pull a double?"

"You remember. When I called you from the hospital and told you I couldn't come in at all that day, because my mother had broken her ankle. I had called Harv about 2:30 that morning to cover my shift so I could take her to the E.R., and he did."

"Oh, man, I just thought it was Harv's turn for the shift. Since Michaels from Vice got taken out of the surveillance rotation, it's messed me up. All these stupid meetings with the Chief and everybody the last few days...I've lost touch."

Thinking back over the last couple days, Nash looked at his watch. Rubbing a hand over his face, he suddenly realized what had happened. "That poor bastard."

"Nash?"

"Sorry, Michelle. I just realized that Harv's been working the better part of 48hrs. Listen, I've gotta give Ronnie a call. When you can get over to relieve Evan, send him to the SIU."

"I will boss. Let me know if you find Harv, okay?"

"You know I will."

Dropping the phone into his jacket pocket, Nash grabbed a pen and some paper to leave a note for his father. He was starting to feel a little wave of guilt over this. The unit was his responsibility; he was supposed to know what was going on with his people. He'd been so busy the last couple days, and with so many people out with the flu, things had just gotten hectic. He hadn't realized Harvey was getting stuck with the short end of the stick. Joe had mentioned cold medicine. Nash wondered if Harv was getting the flu; it wouldn't be surprising...half the department had it.

Leaving the note where Nick could find it, Nash left to check Harvey's house. As the 'Cuda rumbled down the quiet streets, he pulled out his cell phone and punched in Ronnie's number. A sleepy voice finally grumbled, "Hello?"

"Ronnie, it's Nash. When did you last see Harvey?"

"Leek? Uh...yesterday afternoon when I dropped him off at the SIU to type up his report on that robbery. I went to the locker room to change, and he was still at his computer when I left. Why?"

"He's not answering his phones, and didn't show up to relieve Evan at the surveillance truck. I'm just trying to find out where he might be."

"Maybe he's at home and just not answering his phone. He was pretty well exhausted yesterday."

"Yeah, I've thought of that. I'm on my way over there now."

"Hey, boss? You better find him, 'cause I think he's pretty sick. I'm no doctor, but he was makin' a rattling noise when he breathed yesterday and that can't be a good thing. My sister has asthma, and that's kinda how she sounds when it acts up."

"Damn." Well, that little piece of news just made him feel more guilty. "Okay, Ronnie. Thanks for letting me know. I'll call you if we find him."

"No need, boss. I'm on my way in, just give me an hour to get dressed and drive down there."

"Thanks Ronnie, I'll see you at the SIU."

Hanging up and returning the phone to his pocket, Nash sure hoped he'd find his missing Inspector safe and sound, asleep in his bed.

When he pulled up to Harvey's house, he found the Ranchero parked in its usual spot. He trotted up the steps and banged on the front door. He knocked several times and, when he didn't get a response, pulled out his lock picking set. It only took a few seconds to open the door. Swinging it open, Nash drew his weapon...just in case trouble had found Harvey. He checked every room, but there was no sign of the missing man.

Nash stood in Harvey's kitchen for a few moments trying to think where he could've gone. The only other place to try was back at the SIU. If Harv's car was here, then he would've had to have gotten a taxi or a lift from someone to leave the ferry. He pulled back his sleeve and peered at his watch. It was after 6am already. Hopefully, he'd find Harvey asleep at his desk. Traffic was going to be murder.
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A loud argument in the next cage woke Harvey from a sound sleep. He rolled over on the small cot and squinted at his watch. It was a little after six in the morning. He wondered why Evan hadn't called him. Sitting up, he pulled his phone from the pocket of his black cargos. "Well, no wonder. The battery's dead."

Hauling himself to his feet with a groan, Harvey walked over to get a cup of coffee. As he passed Nash's desk, he noticed that the warrant for Winwood had been delivered. Well, if Evan was going to pull a double shift and Michelle was with her mother, it might as well be Harvey that brought Winwood in. He wasn't likely to be able to get Nash or Joe in to do it. Nash had been in meetings all week, and Joe was in the middle of an off-duty case.

He tucked the warrant in his jacket pocket and picked up the phone. He dialed Nash's home number, but nobody answered. He tried the cell phone, but just got a busy signal. He tried Joe's cell, but it went unanswered and Joe's home phone got a busy signal as well.

Harvey sighed in frustration and looked around. As one of the uniform officers wandered over to file some papers, Harvey caught him by the arm. "Hey, Charlie. Do me a favor, will ya? When Nash or Joe comes in, tell them I went to pick up Winwood at Trust Security. Okay?"

"No problem, Inspector."

"Thanks man." Harvey stopped a moment. What to do about a vehicle? "Oh, Charlie, can I borrow your car? Mine's back at the house."

"Sure, it's the blue Saturn."

Harvey caught the keys Charlie threw him, and smiled his thanks.

It was still raining and morning rush hour was picking up. Harvey slapped the wheel in frustration. He just wanted to get this guy back to the SIU and go home to bed. He was going to call in sick in the morning and take the next three days off. He planned to sleep the entire three days, too.

The closest he could park to Trust Security was a block and a half away. "Great, another soaking. Might as well get it over with."

He tried running the whole way, but stopped after half a block. The heaviness in his chest was making it hard to draw a decent breath after exersion. Resigning himself to getting soaking wet, he walked the rest of the way. When he got to Trust, the reception desk was empty. He stood there, dripping on the carpet, for almost ten minutes before a pretty young secretary finally came through the door behind the desk.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you haven't been waiting long. Are you here to apply for a job?"

Chuckling, Harvey showed her his badge. "No ma'am. I'm Inspector Leek with the S.F.P.D., and I need to speak to Mr. Winwood."

The secretary picked up her phone and spoke quietly into it. Hanging up, she smiled at Harvey. "He'll be right with you, if you'll just have a seat over there."

Looking at the chairs she indicated, Harvey shook his head. "No thanks; I'd ruin the upholstery. I'll just stand here and drip if you don't mind." That earned him a breathy laugh from young lady.

He'd only had to wait a couple minutes, when a tall, distinguished looking man walked down the hall and introduced himself. Shaking the Inspector's hand, the man smiled. "I'm David Winwood, Inspector. What can I do for you?"

Returning the handshake, Harvey looked the man over. "Inspector Leek, S.F.P.D.; is there an office or somewhere we can talk, Mr. Winwood?"

"Certainly. We'll go to my office, it's down the hall and to the right." As the two men walked down the dim hallway, Winwood fixed Harvey with a puzzled frown. "May I ask what this is all about, Inspector?"

"I'm here to ask you a few questions about the recent armored car robberies the last five weeks."

The two men turned the corner, and Harvey almost bumped into someone. He looked up and was surprised to see Jack Duncan standing there. He smiled and turned back to say something to Winwood, when pain exploded on the side of his head. He heard a buzzing in his ears, his vision grew dark at the edges and sounds were muffled and distorted. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. The buzzing grew louder, his vision darker, then he was out.

David stood there in shock. He glared at his employee in anger. "Jack! What the hell did you do that for?"

Searching Harvey's jacket pockets, he pulled out the cell phone. Finding the warrant, he tore opened it and read the legal words. "I heard him say he was gonna ask you some questions. Besides, he was the cop that questioned me yesterday after the job on Bailey's. He knew...I saw it in his eyes." Holding the warrant up for Winwood to see, he smiled. "See, I was right. He's got a warrant here to search the place and your records. He knows everything, and was gonna haul your ass in."

Watching as Jack took the Inspector's gun and tucked in his waist band, David frowned. "Well, what do we do with him, now?"

"Well, we can't kill him; I'm not going down for killing a cop. Who knows how many people know he's here. We'll hafta take him someplace and keep him for a while. We might need him for a bargaining chip."

Winwood frowned, frantically trying to come up with a plan. Damn cop, why'd he have to stick his nose in, anyway. "Alright, here's what you do. Get a couple guys to help you, and take him over to pier 34. I own a small warehouse down there. I'll write down the address for you. Just handcuff him to a pole or something. Make sure you leave some water where he can reach it. We may need him for insurance, so let's make sure he stays alive."

Taking a gold pen from his coat pocket, he snatched up Harvey's small notebook and scribbled directions to his warehouse. "Here's where it is. It hasn't been used for a couple years, and most of the places on that pier are closed so it's empty and quiet. No witnesses to worry about."

"We'll take care of it, boss."

"See that you do. I think it's time we cut our losses and closed up shop. I'll have the trucks head back with what they're carrying. We'll meet at the warehouse tonight and divide the money. I think Cancun should be lovely this time of year."
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As Nash parked his 'Cuda, he saw Evan's blue truck pulling in next to him. Evan jumped out, a look of concern wrinkling his brow. "Have you heard anything Nashman?"

"Not yet, Ev. I'm hopin' we'll find him sound asleep at his desk."

The two hustled up the ramp to the deck, and rushed inside. It was almost eight, so the office was bustling. Neither one saw any sign of Harvey.

Evan checked Harv's desk for any information that would tell them where he'd gone. Nothing. Nash stopped at his own desk when he saw a pile of paperwork lying on it. He picked up the file and skimmed through it, finding Harvey's note about the warrant.

"Well, I'll be damned."

"What ya got, boss?"

"It's the armored car robberies. Harvey solved it. Looks like it was the owner of Trust Security, David Winwood, who's behind the whole thing. He planted former employees in the other companies to find out the pickup and delivery times...then set them up for a robbery. Looks like Harv called for a warrant, but I don't see one on my desk. Must not have been delivered yet."

Running a hand through his dark, wavy hair, Evan sighed in frustration. "Well, when it comes, I guess I can go check the guy out and bring him in. But, I'd rather be out looking for Harv."

Staring thoughtfully at the report in his hands, Nash frowned. "It had to have taken him several hours to dig all this up and type it out. He must've been here pretty late, and he didn't have a ride home. Now, somebody had to have seen him here last night."

"Well, Nash, anybody who'd been working the night shift here would be home now. It'll take hours to track them all down."

"Not neccessarily. With everyone so short handed, I would be willing to bet there's one or two officers here who are pulling a double shift." Catching an officer as he walked past them, Nash asked if anybody was pulling a double.

"Yeah, boss. Ummm, Casey and Charlie were both here on the overnight. Charlie's just putting a junkie in holding."

"Good. Tell him I want to see him, pronto."

"You got it."

The two men paced impatiently, waiting for Charlie.

"You wanted to see me, boss?"

"Charlie, you were here last night weren't you?"

"Yes sir, I was. Oh, that reminds me...Inspector Leek asked me to give you a message. He wanted me to tell you that he went down to Trust Security with a warrant."

Nash sighed in relief. Mystery solved. "When was this?"

"He left a little after six this morning I guess. He looked pretty bad, if you ask me. I know he was here all night...slept in the holding cell for a few hours."

"Thanks for your help, Charlie." Nash picked up the phone on his desk and tried to call Harvey's cell phone again. "I think you're right, Evan. The battery must be dead. I'll call Trust and see if he's shown up there." After looking up the number from the computer, he called and got the receptionist. After listening to her for a moment, he thanked her and smiled at Evan.

"What'd she say, Nash?"

"She said Harv was there, but left a couple minutes ago. With traffic the way it is, it'll be an hour at least before he gets back. Oh, Evan?"

"Yeah, boss."

"After I finish yelling at him for scaring us like this...remind me to give him the next few days off. I really dropped the ball on this one."

Evan went over to fix them both a cup a coffee, and shook his head. "It's not all you, Nash. If I'd gone to cover for her when Michelle called the other night, Harv wouldn't have had to pull that double shift. I was...um...busy."

Nash laughed, "Yeah, I just bet you were." He picked up the phone to call Michelle, Joe and Ronnie to let them know Harvey had been found. Seeing Ronnie walking toward his desk, he smiled. One less phone call to make.