"Charlie? I want a warrant for the Kwon house. Get it-" Sawyer stopped talking as he realised that the front desk was empty, with Charlie nowhere in sight.

Scowling, because he hated being reminded that there were other inspectors on the police force with equal authority to him, he stormed up to his office and entered.

And stopped. And stared. And gawped.

What had happened in here? Where the hell was his stuff? And why was there a potted plant on his windowsill?

All of his paperwork appeared to have been either stored in the filing cabinet or placed in his inbox in a neatly organised pile. His troop of old coffee cups and forgotten sandwiches had been cleared away. The whole place looked clean: he hadn't seen it like this since he'd first been promoted into this office.

He took a cautious step into the room, wondering if someone would pounce out from the shadows and attempt to clean him up too.

There was no attack, so he moved over to his neat desk and spotted one of Charlie's post-it notes stuck to the surface: Hope you like the new office, took me ages. Tell me if you don't – we can combine forces and mess it all up again. It'll be great. I'll even bring the moldy sandwiches (you're so gross, by the way)

There was another smiling face drown, before a 'PTO' in the bottom corner. Sawyer flipped the small square over and read the remaining words. PS. Did you have a good time with Des? Hope the husband didn't hurt your head. Remember, you can't have any more painkillers til 12, unless you wanna overdose and die. And that'd be sad, so don't do it.

Sawyer smiled indulgently and didn't try to hide it. Instead, grinning like a schoolboy, he reached for the phone and dialled Locke's number; he really needed to get himself that warrant.

PC Charlie Pace walked behind Sawyer, towards the door of the Kwon household. It had taken another day to get that warrant, especially as Jin had refused to just let them search the house. Sawyer hadn't improved matters by loudly losing his temper.

Time seemed to be slipping away without any progress, but at least the Superintendent wasn't getting at them about it, yet. Locke didn't seem to even care.

"So the husband's a suspect?" Charlie asked, speeding up a little to walk beside Sawyer instead of behind him.

DI Ford looked towards him. He had his 'work face' on, so he wouldn't be able to joke around and have a laugh like they'd usually been doing lately. Right now, Charlie just received a tight nod. "He's something. No alibi, and he didn't want us searching his house. He's hiding something."

"Hence the warrant."

"Yeah." Sawyer came to the door and pounded on it. Jin had had to be released, as they didn't have the evidence to hold him – yet. Sawyer was going to find it.

Charlie smiled nervously as the door opened. Jin stood there, with his eyes blood-shot and his face tea-stained. Desmond had been called back to Manchester, so they were really screwed. Charlie glanced behind him – there were two other DCs lurking by the second car, trying to look useful.

Sawyer held up the sheet of paper that he had with him, their warrant. "We're searching you house. If you try to stop us, we'll have to arrest you."

Charlie knew for a fact that Sawyer really wanted Jin to try and stop them, just to have that excuse. But Jin nodded and stepped backwards .Sawyer gestured to the other two officers to rush forwards and enter after them. "You two search downstairs. You're looking for anything out of the ordinary – I don't care how small. You got that?"

"Yes, sir," they both said at once.

Sawyer looked to Charlie. "You're upstairs with me." Charlie was sure that he saw the hint of a smile with those words; damn, he was going to get a reputation as a suck-up, as 'the teacher's pet'. Sawyer's smile faded quickly, though, and his eyes flicked back to the other constables. "One of you keep an eye on Mr. Miyagi over there."

He stalked towards the stairs. Charlie gave the other two a sympathetic smile before he rushed after Sawyer.

The search was customary, really, though Charlie could tell that Sawyer wasn't really paying much attention. He seemed to have other things on his mind than looking through bedrooms and rifling through drawers.

He still made a half-hearted attempt at it, while Charlie did all the actual legwork. Being a constable sort of sucked.

It didn't amount to much. He found a diary, mostly empty, which he placed into an evidence bag. There were no photos of Sun and Jin around, not even wedding photos.

"Come on," Sawyer said eventually. "There was a locked door here before. That's what I really wanted to see." He moved along the hallway with Charlie behind him.

There was nothing unusual about the door itself, so Charlie wasn't sure what it was about it that had drawn Sawyer's attention. Probably just the fact that it had been locked.

It was still locked as Sawyer tried again. He rattled the door handle rapidly several times, to no effect. He yelled a brief shout at the door, and kicked the lower panel in frustration. He looked like he was about to have a tantrum, so Charlie took a step backwards.

He was right to do so, seeing as a few seconds later the tantrum culminated in a flash of violence: Sawyer yelled at the door, kicked the lower panel twice more, then backed up and kicked higher. The lock buckled, the door flapped open, but Charlie glanced backwards and wondered if Sawyer was even allowed to do that.

He forgot about that when he looked forwards again and actually saw the room. "Whoa…"

The room was pink – and fluffy. Very pink and fluffy.

Sawyer had already stepped inside, his eyes wide and greedy, but Charlie only edged to the doorway. It was a bizarre room to see even from the outside – he was worried that he'd be sucked into an alternate dimension if he set one foot on that fuzzy pink carpet.

On top of that carpet, there was an even fluffier heart-shaped rug. The majority of the room, however, was taken up by a bed – king-sized, with a silky sheet on top of it. At the head of the bed, a mound of teddy bears sat.

Charlie eventually walked into the room after Sawyer glared at him for not doing so. He looked around, looking for anything out of place.

But the entire room was out of place, girly and frilly in Jin's sleek and modern home. Charlie sat on the edge of the bed and felt it dip underneath him. Nice bed – if it was his and slightly less creepy, he would have spent all of his time jumping around on it.

He picked up one of the teddy bears and looked down at it. It was a mangy old thing, with a missing eye and stitched up arm. He sympathetically ran a hand over the brown material that made up its face. Then that one eyed stare started to creep him out, so he placed it back in the pink and fluffy pile.

"What is this, sir?" he asked, looking to Sawyer for help.

Sawyer shook his head, apparently as clueless as Charlie, but he didn't appear disheartened by this at all. Instead, he was grinning – eager at the prospect of a new challenge. "I don't know. It's pink."

"I gathered that," Charlie muttered, as he looked around the room. He could feel the glare that Sawyer gave him for that comment but simply ignored it. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the wall as something there attracted his attention.

A black dot in the middle of a pink wall. Tiny but still there; it stuck out, the absence of colour in a sea of pink. He walked up and stood on the tips of his toes to try and work it out. Frowning, he realised that it wasn't just a dot – it was a hole. Neat and circular, as if someone had drilled it.

Alright, that was weird – wasn't it? A hole in the wall? Charlie was sure that was weird. He tried to peer inside and saw something glinting there. "Sawyer?" he asked, briefly forgetting to call him 'sir'.

Sawyer didn't appear to mind, because he suddenly 'whoop!'ed loudly. Charlie turned around to see Sawyer on his knees next to the bed, tugging a vibrant pink suitcase out from under it. "Think I found something."

Charlie nodded. "Me too." He moved away from his discovery and towards Sawyer. "There's a hole in the wall. I think there's something inside it." Sawyer looked up, surprised, and seemed impressed when Charlie pointed towards the wall; Charlie felt a rough burst of pride swelling.

He pushed it back and pointed to the suitcase Sawyer had found. "Come on, mate. Don't be a tease; let's see what's inside."

Sawyer quirked an eyebrow indecently at him, but he unzipped the suitcase and flipped the top up.

Although Charlie had managed not to blush when Sawyer had smiled like that at him, the contents of the case definitely brought a red flush to his cheeks. Wow. It was like a portable sex shop; toys and costumes - he looked away before he could try to examine it any closer. "Um…"

Sawyer didn't appear to have the same hang-ups, as he just chuckled a plucked up a pair of handcuffs, lined with faux leopard print. Laughing like he was a kid, he threw them into Charlie's lap.

"Damn, I wish I knew this girl when she was alive." Sawyer continued raking through the suitcase; he picked up a skimpy nurse's costume and held it up to admire. Charlie just placed the handcuffs back into the case.

He stood up and took a step backwards. Raking through a dead prostitute's kit bag was a little too much for him. He went back to his wall. "So, sir…" he said, as casually as he could. "What's this room, then? Somewhere that she, uh, took… clients?"

"No," Jin said from the doorway. Charlie turned quickly to see the man standing in there – when had he turned up? Charlie had thought the constables downstairs were watching him. "She did not bring clients here."

Sawyer stood up. "You speak English?"

"Yes. I do."

"Since when? We had to call down a damn translator 'cause of you – I could arrest you for this, asshole. Trying to pervert the course of justice. Do you understand that?"

"Yes. But I did not pervert."

"You damn well tried to."

"No. I never told you that I could not speak English."

"Fuck off. This ain't Rush Hour, you son of a bitch. This is serious. You broke the law. I'm gonna make sure you go to jail for that."

Charlie stepped forwards, between the two, as Sawyer had been steadily advancing forwards and looked as if he wanted to punch Jin. "DI Ford," he snapped – he used Sawyer's professional title on purpose, to try and remind him that they were actually at work. "I think everyone here needs to calm down; Jin looks like he's ready to explain everything to us, so we're going to sit down and listen to him. Alright?"

Sawyer frowned – it looked like a pout, to be honest – but he nodded and moved towards the door.

They relocated down to the living room, but Sawyer didn't stop glaring once. That bastard spoke English.

Sawyer and Charlie sat down on the black leather couch, while Jin sat uneasily in the matching armchair. The other two constables were left lurking by the door.

Sawyer looked plainly at Jin. "Well?"

"I speak English."

"Yeah, I can see that." Sawyer stayed looking at him, trying to estimate how long it would take to make him squirm under the weight of his gaze. "What I want to know is why."

"I thought it would bring me trouble."

"Damn right it will." Sawyer probably shouldn't have been questioning him at all right now; he was too frustrated and pissed off. "It's gonna-"

He cut himself off and looked down at his knee as Charlie grabbed it – he clutched it tightly, with his fingers digging in slightly. It was a warning to calm down, but it was a damn weird one. It was Charlie's hand on his knee and… he liked that a lot more than was appropriate.

The hand was withdrawn in a rush, as if Charlie had finally realised what he was doing and why he shouldn't have been doing it.

Sawyer shook his head to try and clear it, and found his pulse racing a lot faster than it should have been. Damn it. What had he been saying?

"Yeah. Room. Upstairs." He paused for a moment while Jin looked amused, trying to remind himself that he was an adult inspector and not a teenage boy. "You said it wasn't used for clients?"

"Yes. No clients."

"So what's it used for?"

"The camera."

The two constables by the door shifted uncomfortably. "You made pornos?" Sawyer asked, while trying to remember if he'd recognised Sun Kwon in the photos of her he'd seen.

But Jin shook his head rapidly. "No! It's all alright. This is no sex." Sawyer severely doubted that; he'd seen exactly what was in the case he'd found. Someone with that sort of equipment didn't go into that room just to read. "Um… talk? With the computer, she would talk."

Sawyer wasn't sure whether to believe Jin right now, but that guy definitely appeared to be struggling with his English. He could be faking, but Sawyer doubted it.

Luckily, Charlie was there to help. "So she was a web-cam girl?" he asked, sounding fascinated. "That's what the hole in the wall was? A camera?"

Jin nodded rapidly. "Yes. Four in walls and one in ceiling. She works with a laptop in the room. I have a big computer outside to control with. They'd pay for an hour."

Christ. One hour? Sawyer thought that you'd be blinded by all that pink by then. "She had a lot of 'clients' seeing her that way?"

"Yes. I have records."

"We'll need to take them."

"I have schedules of who she saw face-to-face too."

Sawyer didn't think he'd ever met a more helpful pimp. "We'll need to take that too."

"Yes. Anything you need – I'll help."

"Yeah. Now you'll help," Sawyer grumbled.

"Sorry. I made a mistake. Just please find out who killed her."

"I plan on doing exactly that, Mr. Kwon."