Oh yeah, I forgot to list the disclaimer the first time I did it, so here goes…I, in no way, shape or form own any part of the

Oh yeah, I forgot to list the disclaimer the first time I did it, so here goes…I, in no way, shape or form own any part of the Invisible Man. So, please don't sue me. Wait, I take that back…go ahead and sue me 'cause I'm a college student, and Lord knows we ain't got no money.

Spoilers: TpoC and I guess Bro's Keeper, too.

Rating: I'm gonna say G (at least for right now), but then again I'm pretty desensitized, so read at your own risks, ladies and gents.

This is a continuation of my first fanfic, so you should probably read that one first or else what follows may not make too much sense.

Thank you so much for responding so well (and so quickly) to my first venture into the world of fan fiction. And since I have received some very pleasant reviews, I've decided to continue. I promise to do my best. So without further ado….

Bobby paced frantically back and forth in front of the Official's desk while the Official, Monroe and Claire stared at him from their seats.

"We gotta find him, boss."

"Don't you think I know that, Hobbes?" the Official retorted.

To which Monroe quickly added, "If I had come along this wouldn't have happened. You should have waited me."

"Are you saying this is my fault?" Hobbes asked a bit surprised.

To which Monroe replied, " Well, if the shoe fits…"

"Look here, Agent Monroe, if you had been there…" Hobbes began, but Claire broke in with, "Come on, you two, the last thing we need right now is to waste time bickering. Now Bobby, what exactly happened at the warehouse?"

Hobbes gave Monroe a slightly irritated look then began with, "Well, Darien quicksilvered both he and I when.."

"'He and I?'" Monroe interrupted.

"What? I can't speak grammatically correct?" Bobby inquired.

"Monroe, please. Bobby, go ahead and continue," the official interrupted.

"Well, like I was saying, Darien and I entered the warehouse under the cover of quicksilver and we witnessed the criminal exchange of money, so that's when I made my move."

Bobby next continued with, "I moved towards the suspects in question and informed them that they were under arrest, and that's when I heard a thud come from behind me. I turned around just in time to see Darien get punched in the face by some huge thug. Then, one of the bad guys used that opportunity to try and knock my weapon from my hands, but nobody one-ups Bobby Hobbes, my friend. Anyway, I struggled with a couple of 'em while the other two ran off. Finally, I managed to subdue the two perps. After that, I turned around to check on Darien, but he wasn't there and neither was the big fella that took him down. I searched the perimeter of the warehouse, but I couldn't find any trace of either one of them, and that's when I called for back-up."

The Official just sat there for a few seconds thinking, then finally spoke, "Okay, people, we have to assume that Darien is being held against his will, and from what the Keeper here has told me, he is in desperate need of a shot of counteragent. So, time is definitely a concern. Let's find him, people, and let's find him now."

Claire gave the Official a worried look while Monroe and Hobbes headed for the door, but Hobbes turned around and spoke guiltily to the Official and Claire, "Look guys, the whole counteragent thing is my fault. Darien said he needn't his shot, but I didn't want to stop because I was too worried about losing our tail on the suspects. I'm sorry."

"Bobby, don't think about that right now. Just find Darien, and you can apologize to him yourself." the Official replied.

"Yes, sir." Then Bobby looked at Claire, "Don't worry, I'll find him," he said meekly and walked out the door leaving Claire and the Official alone in his office.

"I hope so," Claire said to herself quietly.

*Be patient, please, guys. I'm writing this at one in the morning 'cause I just got out of work, so that's why it's so short. But I promise to write more tomorrow. I hope you'll stay tuned until then. Thanks.