Chris came in early to check on his John and to make sure the man didn't somehow escape. When he walked to the holding cell, he saw his friends all sitting by the bars.

"What the hell is going on here?" asked as he stood by Vin.

"Detective Larabee, might I assume you've come to take me with you." John drawled as he got up from his cot and walked closer to the bars.

"Why, I don't know, I kind like seeing you behind bars. I may just let you stew a bit longer." Chris smiled.

"While these gentlemen are all kind, I don't appreciate being caged like an animal on display to do tricks." John glared.

"I've been letting JD tell your John here some of his great jokes." Buck said with a huge grin on his face.

"It's like watching a dying animal." Vin snickered.

"A cornered one." Nathan added.

"Yes, we can all agree that I've been suffering from Mr. Dunne's poor choices in jokes, now I please be emancipated already."

"Oh, don't think that you're free just yet." Chris pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

John let out a frustrated sigh as he and Chris entered the hardware store, their hands cuffed to one another.

"You know this could also be considered paranoia. What are you afraid of losing me? I didn't know you cared so much."

"Shut up I find something in here to do the job." Chris said under his breath and only so the man he was cuffed to could hear him.

Larabee dragged his companion to the front desk and pulled out his badge, "Detective Chris Larabee, I was here a couple days ago talking to the store owner, where is he?"

"Oh, I thought you needed a way to get out of the cuffs." the girl behind the desk giggled.

"That would be nice." John muttered.

While Chris talked to the worker, the John looked around the store. He was starting to remember little things like where he was talking to the man with the scar and where he was forced to cough up a hundred to shut up the store owner.

Frowning, he pulled towards where he got his key copied towards the back. The handcuffs however prevented him from going too far and Chris asked what he was doing.

"I want to check something out."

Chris allowed him to walk, but took him around the store, avoiding anything the John could use as a weapon against him.

"Paranoid." John said in a singsong whisper as he reached his destination.

"What do you got?" asked Chris.

"Well currently I have a chafed wrist." Chris rolled his eyes, "I remember seeing something in the back in that office." John pointed.

"Hey," Chris called to the girl up front, "Can we get into here?"

The girl complied and opened the door for them, "It's a room where we dump everything. Cardboard boxes and old scrap pieces of paper."

John Doe began looking around for whatever he was searching for. Chris reluctantly was pulled around the room as the man felt the walls.

"What the hell are you doing? asked Chris after a while.

"I saw a hidden door here that was open last time I was here."

"That's nice. We aren't here to rob the place."

The man kept searching till he found the hidden button that opened the little door in the wall.
"Ok are you done?" asked Chris, tired.

John Doe opened the door and found six packs of cocaine inside.

"Interesting, now what would a hardware store owner be doing with twenty-four grams of cocaine in his store?" John gave a mischievous smile.

"Where did you say the owner was at?" asked Chris.

"He said he had to go to the bank." answered the girl.

John's eyes got big, "What?"

"What's wrong with you?" asked Chris with a frown.

"We need to get over to the bank right now."

"Why?"

"I know why he's there."

As they walked hurriedly out the store Chris got a call.

"Larabee."

"Chris," it was Buck, "A bomb threat was placed on a zoo. I'm heading over there right now with my team."

"Okay." Chris turned to John, "He's at a zoo with a bomb."

"No, trust me, he's at the bank!" John insisted.

"Trust you?" Chris repeated.

John fell back against his seat and shook his head, accepting that the man wouldn't.

Chris pulled out his phone with a sigh, "Vin, I want you to meet me at the bank with a couple men."

John Doe turned to look at him and Chris could read the gratitude in his face.