"...Mr. Walters...Can we talk about this?" Peabody asked as he walked around the Penthouse, flashlight in hand, he moved the light around, hoping to find any trace of the man. On the occasion, he'll see a shadow move, but besides that, nothing.

"Mr. Walters, it doesn't have to be like this...What do you even want with Sherman!? He's not even of your kin." Peabody said with a slight growl. As expected, no answer. Peabody felt his fur start to rise a bit, it was very unnerving. The fact that the only light source was this flashlight and the fact that Mr. Walters could be anywhere.

Turning around quickly, Peabody looked, nothing behind him. He continued to walk forward, listening for anything. He had one more trick up his sleeve, one that he hoped will work.

"Mr. Walters...You seem like a very intelligent man...Very smart in a lot of ways. I mean...I don't know a lot of people who could plan a kidnapping so...perfectly than you." Mr. Peabody hated the words leaving his mouth, but if Matthew Walters is anything like Robespierre, then he can't turn down a compliment. There was few heart beats of silence, all Peabody could hear was his own breathing.

"I mean...James couldn't pull everything off on his own could he? From what I heard, you were the brains of it all, planning every little step precisely " Peabody continued, shining his light around, looking for Matthew. He then heard it, a loud clatter from the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, the dog cautiously walked towards the kitchen, listening out for any other sounds.

Stepping inside the kitchen, Peabody shone the light around, he soon saw what had made the racket, the cabinet that held all the pans was wide open, pans on the floor. He gripped his flashlight even tighter, he narrowed his eyes, Peabody knew what Matthew was doing, playing mind games with him.

"Mr-URG!" Before he could finish his sentence something pounded into the back of his head, making him fall over, it didn't knock the dog out, but it stunned him. His vision blurred horribly, all he could see was a pair of shoes, still, even that was blurry. The best he could, he looked up, the person was blurred, but something struck the dog all the same.

"You're not..." He couldn't finish his sentence. He found himself blacking out. The last thing he thought was this.

That person wasn't Matthew Walters.

-Transition still Peabody-

"..Ey...Hey...Ody? Hey...Buddy get up.." Peabody groaned deeply, his head pounding even worse than before, he felt himself being shaken. Slowly, he tried to move but even the slightest movement hurt.

"Easy, Peabody, we got a paramedic coming up...or would you prefer a vet?" A familiar voice asked him, Peabody looked up and glared at Officer Barely. He also noticed that the lights were back on.

"The children!" Peabody yelled and quickly got up, ignoring Officer Barely's request to sit back down. Running on all fours, he ran towards Sherman's room. His head stopped the moment he saw the door.

The door was busted off of it's hinges, he could hear officers talking inside. Getting to his feet, he walked over to the frame, the room was messy, a sure tell sign of a struggle. He breath got caught in his throat, some police officers were taking pictures and writing stuff down. Officer Barely walked over towards Peabody and sighed.

"I'm sorry man, by the time we got here...it was too late."

"How did you guys know?"

"Someone, I believe it was Sherman, called me on your cellphone." Barely said and Peabody growled, his fatherly instincts kicking in full swing.

"I'm finding him." Peabody said and turned, only be grabbed by Barely.

"You think you are. Look, you need to go with the paramedics."

Peabody growled at the officer, and the officer actually growled back.

"You're no good to Sherman now, look at yourself! You aren't thinking straight, think straight! Let me find him, I'm sure I know where Walters took him." Barley said, straightening up a bit. Peabody gasped suddenly.

"Officer...The man who attacked me...It's not Matthew-"

"I know...We found Matthew last night-"

"Then who-"

"Her name is Trisha Walters...The youngest of the Walters family...She helped Matthew out, and she recently got James out."

"Why didn't you tell me any of this!? You didn't think that maybe it might be relevant-"

Officer Barley put his hand up silencing the dog.

"We found all of this out last night. Matthew told us...We had to give him a deal, but he told us everything. Including where they took Sherman and the girl. We will get your son and that girl back, I promise you. Please...Go with the paramedic. Let the police deal with this."

"Last time I trusted an Officer, it turned out to be Matthew, why should I trust you?"

"Because, you know I'm a real officer. Plus, You will act out of rage, I can tell. Be the rational thinker I know you are." Barely said sternly, Peabody tensed and looked at the man in the eye, then he softened up.

"You...Can get Sherman and Penny back?" Peabody asked him and Barely put his hand on Peabody's shoulder.

"I can't promise that, but, I can promise this, I will die tryin' to get those two back, trust me when I say, an officer's worse fear is to find children dead..."

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