A/N: Wow guys it's been a while... and I am so super sorry, it's not even like I've been that busy, it's just it's hard for me to find the inspiration now...

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Chapter 45: Usually one person doesn't solve the solution but 100 people with 1% of the solution. That will get it done!

Simon's POV:

It didn't take them long to reach the office, it was pretty obvious which was his as the whole thing was made out of glass so anyone could've seen inside, especially since the blinds were fully open, revealing the DI himself sitting at his desk, looking on to some paper work, head in hands.

Simon had to feel bad for the guy; Lestrade had one massive case on his hands and dealing with teenagers probably wasn't how he wanted his day to go. A very angry upset Izzy definitely wouldn't have been at the top of his list.

Izzy finally came to a halt. Letting go of Simon's arm, which he had to be a little bit thankful for as her tight grip on him had probably left bruises, he then slowly rubbed his arm hoping she wouldn't see him stroking his, now, injured forearm.

She knocked on the door with probably more force than she intended which sent tiny tremors along the glass door and most likely sent tremors through the rest of the building. Lestrade looked up slowly as if he didn't really want to know who was violently knocking at his door. When he finally looked at the two teenagers he looked as if he almost sighed with relief.

They watched as the older man stood up and walked towards the door. As soon as it was even a bit open Izzy darted in the office. Simon sighed and looked at the man with a small, almost apologetic, smile, before stepping into the room.

"Sorry about this inspector," Simon apologised and was about to speak again but Lestrade cut him off.

"It's alright; I heard what went on with the receptionist, are you alright?" He asked Izzy, who just nodded and continued to look down at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the room.

Lestrade then turned on Simon, the worry never really leaving his face. "So I'm guessing there's a reason you gave the receptionist what she deserves," He said jokingly and that was just enough for Izzy to put a small, almost proud, smile on her face; even if it was barely noticeable because she was still staring at the ground.

"Um, yeah. We think we have something on the case of the kidnapping of Crisiant Jones," Simon finally got out, and the words sounded weird and wrong even to his own ears. He still couldn't and didn't want to believe she was actually gone.

"I guessed as much" Lestrade said simply as he sat back down at his desk and gestured for the two teenagers to sit down as well. Which they did, if a bit begrudgingly, but Isabelle still wouldn't look either of them in the eye, just found something insanely interesting everywhere else.

Simon didn't really know what to say, so silence stretched out until it was just about awkward before the DI thankfully broke it.

"So what do you have on the case? And I know it must be hard," He paused looking between the two of them before starting again. "On the both of you, so just take your time. Deep breathes,"

So Simon did just as he said and took a couple of deep breathes before forcing out the words, "Well we got a call, not that long ago. Well I did, it was on my phone. I wasn't planning on answering it but I saw the name on the screen and I knew I just had to,"

He choked a bit at the end and Lestrade reminded him to take breathe deeply before starting again, which Simon did.

"The caller ID was Cris, well Crisiant. I just sat there for a while, not knowing what to do or say. I was Izzy that snapped me out of the daze," He looked over at Izzy when saying this and he couldn't help but notice the small smile that graced her lips and, surprisingly, the tiny tinge of red that dusted her cheeks, which was definitely not from the usual blusher she wore.

"She said he would record the call, while I talked through the speaker phone. It was smart really, ingenious. While I was freaking out, Izzy was able to stay calm and collected, when the situation begged for it." He paused a light blush forming on his cheeks as he got back on track.

"But anyway, so she did record the call, either the guy didn't care or he didn't know but he strikes me as the confident smart-ass type,"

"He?" Lestrade questioned.

"Yeah sounded like a guy. Had a deep voice, sounded Welsh as well," Simon answered, his voice taking on a rambling tone, as if he was about to delve into a monologue. Luckily for Lestrade and Izzy, Simon held himself back.

"Welsh? If I am not wrong, isn't the girl welsh?" Lestrade asked to which Simon simply nodded, not giving any further information.

"Sounds like a bit of a coincidence, doesn't it?" The DI carried on and all the teenagers could do was look at each other, not really wanting to tell the man what he wanted to know.

Izzy speaking for the first time since they walked into the office, says in a small voice, "Just listen," She pulls her phone out of her pocket and chucks it onto the cluttered desk.

The police officer looked suspiciously between the two before taking the phone, finding it was already set on the play back.

Looking between the two teens one last time, he fixed his eyes back on the phone and pressed play.

"Wow, someone's excited," The annoyingly happy voice blasted though the speakers making Izzy wince slightly. Simon, noticing this, reached out to her hand which was currently stuck in a tightly held fist. His fingers gently worked on undoing her fingers and slipping his into her own.

He looked at her with a reassuring glance, only to find her boring holes into the floor that if she didn't stop very soon would probably burn craters into linoleum covered ground. Simon rolled his eyes, endearingly, and looked back to the older man who had finished listening to the recording.

Simon watched as the man rubbed his large hand over his face in indignation. He gave a deep sigh before slamming one of the buttons on his desk and asking for someone named Donovan.

When a woman entered the room with curly dark brown hair and darkened skin, Simon was a little more than slightly surprised. He didn't really know why he was surprised but he thought it had something to do with the fact that he would never have thought a woman like that would be working in a place like this.

Not that he really knew what kind of women she was or even what kind of working place the building was.

That's not sexist to think that, right? He questioned himself and only broke out of his slightly paranoid thoughts at the introduction of the women who started Simon's mental sparring match.

"Simon, Isabelle, this is Sargent Sally Donovan. She helping with the investigation," He explained quickly before gesturing for her to come over to the desk. Simon and Izzy inched away slightly; Donovan, up close, was actually quite intimidating.

Simon had no clue why but he was slightly scared of the lady.

Both Izzy and Simon nodded to the woman politely but said nothing on the matter.

"Whose phone was the call taken on?"

Simon raised his hand, saying, "Mine," He took his phone out of his pocket and passed the phone over to the man, the screen showing recent calls. The top one read 'Cris'.

"Donovan take this, and get IT to track the call. It wasn't an unknown number so we should be able to get the IP address from where the call was taken," Lestrade ordered the Sargent who nodded before taking the phone that was in Lestrade's outstretched hand.

"Oh that's alright, isn't it? I mean it is crucial evidence and I normally wouldn't ask but we only need your phone for the maximum of a day." Lestrade rambled slightly.

Simon nodded, his glasses bouncing up and down on his nose as he did so.

"Its fine," was all Simon had to say on the subject.

Lestrade gave a curt nod before standing up from his chair. "Okay, so if you hear anything or have any questions about the investigation, don't hesitate to call," Lestrade said holding his business card, which was pressed between his index and middle finger, out to Izzy.

Izzy took the card and looked up at the inspector questioningly. The DI, understanding the confusion, clarifies, "I would give one to Simon as well, but we took his phone,"

Lestrade smiles widely and somehow gets Izzy to give a small, almost shy, smile. She nods and gives a small wave to the inspector before freeing her hand from Simon's and walking out the door.

Simon watched as the door closed behind Izzy and he gave out a large sigh, and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Young love, huh?" Lestrade said, a smile spreading across his lips. Simon turned to him and all he could do was look at the man in shock and surprise.

Before Simon could speak the detective explains, "I see what you have with that girl?" he gives a short laugh before continuing "I may be old to you but I do still know what love is when I see it,"

Simon shook his head but couldn't help the short laugh that escaped his lips.

"We're just friends," Simon tried to explain but the smile on the man's face just grew.

"Yeah, and the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs," Simon laughed once more and he couldn't help but think the unusual phrase was somewhat familiar to him, Simon just couldn't remember where he heard it.

All Simon could do at that was raise one of his eyebrows in question but Lestrade just shook his head again. "But seriously anything you need, you know where to find me,"

"Yeah, thanks," Simon said simply before shaking the detectives hand and walking out the door, following Izzy's step.

He finally saw her standing outside the building, her back to him. He couldn't help but suck in a breath and the sight of her sunbathed form, standing with the light shining off of her. Simon couldn't help but be reminded of an angel.

Oh God, how cheesy is that? He asked himself shaking himself out of his short stupor.

Gathering the courage, he walked up to her and slipped his arms around her waist. He couldn't help but notice how she jumped slightly, turning to see his face before letting out a breath of relief. She relaxed into his arms, relishing the feeling of comfort he seemed to expel.

"Are you alright?" Simon asked her to which she swallowed thickly but nodded nevertheless. Simon smiled at her, even though she couldn't see it, "Come on," he said. "Let's get you home,"

She nodded once more and allowed Simon to pull her away from her position to where, they were hoping, Simon's mother still was.