Line of Duty: Chapter 5: What Goes Up
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1 Week Later -10:45 PM, the Police Station, Chandler and Harry are at their desks-
They had been working nonstop, once again.
As usual, Monica was upset with Chandler about spending so much time on his work.
He had had barely any social life in the past month, except for Harry, and people that had something to do with the case.
They were so close, Chandler could feel it, they had already figured out who all of the suspects were, they had tons of background information on all of them, and they had pictures and locations of where they had lived in the past.
All they had to do now was track them down and bring them in, but that wasn't proving to be too easy.
They had sent officers all over, trying to catch them at all of the places people had reported seeing them, but no luck.
"Chandler," Harry said and Chandler poked his head up from the papers he was reading.
"Yea?"
"Let's go home. I'm tired, I want to see my wife, I want to see my kids." Harry pleaded.
Chandler looked back down at his desk and took his glasses off, taking a long pause before speaking. "Yea. Yea let's get out of here."
Both men got up, put on their jackets, and walked out of the empty police station.
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-30 minutes later, Chandler and Monica's apartment-
Chandler opened the door and saw exactly what he was expecting to see.
A dark, quiet apartment.
But as he looked around he noticed some things were out of place, and knocked over.
Two of the chairs from the table lay on their sides on the floor, the end table next to the couch was knocked over, the lamp lying in pieces on the ground.
"Monica?" Chandler called out as he flicked on a light.
"Hello?" He called out again, searching the empty bathroom and guest bedroom.
He looked over to his and Monica's room, the door was slightly open.
He pushed it forward and the sight before him was that of a battlefield.
The sheets were torn off the bed, the mattress and pillows were torn to pieces, the dressers were knocked over, clothes were everywhere.
He slowly walked around the room, careful not to step on anything.
He didn't know what to do.
His eyes slowly scanned the room, falling on a piece of paper that was stuck to the back of the door with a knife.
He picked up a shirt, wraping it around the knife and pulled it out of the door, letting the paper fall to the floor.
Shocked, scared, and confused, he bent down and picked it up.
Not wanting to read it, but knowing he had to, he turned it over and read the few words that were scirbbled on it.
First your father
Now your wife
You're not very good at taking care of people
Ha Ha Ha
He knew the only person on the planet who could have done this.
Ken Philips
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He had called Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey.
They all had come over right away, but were soon shooed away by the tempermental police officers and detectives that were called at 2:00 in the morning to investigate a case.
Chandler found it ironic that he had to call other detectives to investigate, when he was one himself.
It was different being on the recieving end.
Ususally he was the one that was asking the questions, but it wasn't that way tonight.
While Ross, Phoebe, Rachel and Joey were being asked question and freaking out, Chandler seemed to remain very calm with the whole situation.
He had done lots of research on Ken, and from experience, he knew he wasn't going to do anything to Monica just yet, he knew Ken would be calling him within the next few days, or possibly even hours.
He would have Monica back within a few days.
But nobody else knew that.
He knew Ken wouldn't call while all these police officers and detectives were around.
He wasn't even going to call him while he was at his apartment.
He would call his cell phone, when he was nowhere near the apartment, or the station.
Chandler would track him down.
He would find him, and he would get his wife back.
Nothing was going to happen.
Ken just wanted revenge for something Chandler had nothing to do with.
Ken was pissed off and was intent on telling the world.
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-10 hours later, Central Park-
Chandler was just aimlessly walking around, waiting for that one phone call.
Everybody else had been taken down to the station for further questioning and were aloud to be let back into their now disturbed lives.
All of them were very confused with Chandler and the way he was acting, it was like he didn't even care that his wife had been taken away from him, it was like nothing had happened at all.
But he did care, his wife was the one thing that he had going for him.
He didn't bother telling them about what Ken would do, because they wouldn't believe him, they were in too much shock to handle anything, so he figured he would just give them their space.
He gently sat down on the edge of a foutain and looked around.
Nothing seemed any different, so why should he acknowledge it?
He knew if he didn't fight this, Ken would just back off, and try to dissapear again.
However, Chandler had read about some cases on Ken where he did not just back off, he had gone up to the limit and passed right by it.
He went after everybody in a single family, killing all of them until he got what he wanted.
And if he didn't get it, he would go after anybody that had ever come in contact with the family.
He was a mad man, Chandler knew that, and he knew not to mess with him.
But if he did go past the limit, he would step in.
If he found out that he had hurt Monica in anyway, he would destroy Ken and everything that he represented.
He turned and slowly layed down on the cool marble of the fountain's wall.
The sky was dark and cloudy, his father knew something was wrong.
He noticed a small hole in the coulds where you could see through to blue sky.
It was as if he was looking down at him, telling him he would have his way, and Ken would suffer.
But the small hole quickly filled right back up with clouds, taking away Chandler's vision of him.
He sighed as his cell phone began to ring, not surprising him at all.
Slowly, he tilted his head down to look at where it was cliped on his belt.
'And we're off...' He said to himself.
T B C
Sorry this is kinda short, but what can I say. I got it up a lot sooner than i thought i would so there! Please Review!!!
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1 Week Later -10:45 PM, the Police Station, Chandler and Harry are at their desks-
They had been working nonstop, once again.
As usual, Monica was upset with Chandler about spending so much time on his work.
He had had barely any social life in the past month, except for Harry, and people that had something to do with the case.
They were so close, Chandler could feel it, they had already figured out who all of the suspects were, they had tons of background information on all of them, and they had pictures and locations of where they had lived in the past.
All they had to do now was track them down and bring them in, but that wasn't proving to be too easy.
They had sent officers all over, trying to catch them at all of the places people had reported seeing them, but no luck.
"Chandler," Harry said and Chandler poked his head up from the papers he was reading.
"Yea?"
"Let's go home. I'm tired, I want to see my wife, I want to see my kids." Harry pleaded.
Chandler looked back down at his desk and took his glasses off, taking a long pause before speaking. "Yea. Yea let's get out of here."
Both men got up, put on their jackets, and walked out of the empty police station.
xxxxxx
-30 minutes later, Chandler and Monica's apartment-
Chandler opened the door and saw exactly what he was expecting to see.
A dark, quiet apartment.
But as he looked around he noticed some things were out of place, and knocked over.
Two of the chairs from the table lay on their sides on the floor, the end table next to the couch was knocked over, the lamp lying in pieces on the ground.
"Monica?" Chandler called out as he flicked on a light.
"Hello?" He called out again, searching the empty bathroom and guest bedroom.
He looked over to his and Monica's room, the door was slightly open.
He pushed it forward and the sight before him was that of a battlefield.
The sheets were torn off the bed, the mattress and pillows were torn to pieces, the dressers were knocked over, clothes were everywhere.
He slowly walked around the room, careful not to step on anything.
He didn't know what to do.
His eyes slowly scanned the room, falling on a piece of paper that was stuck to the back of the door with a knife.
He picked up a shirt, wraping it around the knife and pulled it out of the door, letting the paper fall to the floor.
Shocked, scared, and confused, he bent down and picked it up.
Not wanting to read it, but knowing he had to, he turned it over and read the few words that were scirbbled on it.
First your father
Now your wife
You're not very good at taking care of people
Ha Ha Ha
He knew the only person on the planet who could have done this.
Ken Philips
xxxxxx
He had called Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey.
They all had come over right away, but were soon shooed away by the tempermental police officers and detectives that were called at 2:00 in the morning to investigate a case.
Chandler found it ironic that he had to call other detectives to investigate, when he was one himself.
It was different being on the recieving end.
Ususally he was the one that was asking the questions, but it wasn't that way tonight.
While Ross, Phoebe, Rachel and Joey were being asked question and freaking out, Chandler seemed to remain very calm with the whole situation.
He had done lots of research on Ken, and from experience, he knew he wasn't going to do anything to Monica just yet, he knew Ken would be calling him within the next few days, or possibly even hours.
He would have Monica back within a few days.
But nobody else knew that.
He knew Ken wouldn't call while all these police officers and detectives were around.
He wasn't even going to call him while he was at his apartment.
He would call his cell phone, when he was nowhere near the apartment, or the station.
Chandler would track him down.
He would find him, and he would get his wife back.
Nothing was going to happen.
Ken just wanted revenge for something Chandler had nothing to do with.
Ken was pissed off and was intent on telling the world.
xxxxxx
-10 hours later, Central Park-
Chandler was just aimlessly walking around, waiting for that one phone call.
Everybody else had been taken down to the station for further questioning and were aloud to be let back into their now disturbed lives.
All of them were very confused with Chandler and the way he was acting, it was like he didn't even care that his wife had been taken away from him, it was like nothing had happened at all.
But he did care, his wife was the one thing that he had going for him.
He didn't bother telling them about what Ken would do, because they wouldn't believe him, they were in too much shock to handle anything, so he figured he would just give them their space.
He gently sat down on the edge of a foutain and looked around.
Nothing seemed any different, so why should he acknowledge it?
He knew if he didn't fight this, Ken would just back off, and try to dissapear again.
However, Chandler had read about some cases on Ken where he did not just back off, he had gone up to the limit and passed right by it.
He went after everybody in a single family, killing all of them until he got what he wanted.
And if he didn't get it, he would go after anybody that had ever come in contact with the family.
He was a mad man, Chandler knew that, and he knew not to mess with him.
But if he did go past the limit, he would step in.
If he found out that he had hurt Monica in anyway, he would destroy Ken and everything that he represented.
He turned and slowly layed down on the cool marble of the fountain's wall.
The sky was dark and cloudy, his father knew something was wrong.
He noticed a small hole in the coulds where you could see through to blue sky.
It was as if he was looking down at him, telling him he would have his way, and Ken would suffer.
But the small hole quickly filled right back up with clouds, taking away Chandler's vision of him.
He sighed as his cell phone began to ring, not surprising him at all.
Slowly, he tilted his head down to look at where it was cliped on his belt.
'And we're off...' He said to himself.
T B C
Sorry this is kinda short, but what can I say. I got it up a lot sooner than i thought i would so there! Please Review!!!