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Fowler: *nods* Take one. You can get a set of keys from the front desk.

Connor: Thank you, Captain. *will head out, stopping by the front desk as he ramps up his search for the senior Reed as well as sweeping for evidence of Gavin's whereabouts*

*Alastair Reed is supposed to be reporting at a job at a grocery store in a couple hours. As for Gavin, Connor won't find any sign of him at nearby restaurants. Maybe the man went home for lunch?*

Connor: *will head to Gavin's apartment*

*When he arrives, he'll spot Gavin's motorcycle, but when he gets to the door and knocks it just... opens. Seems it's still locked.*

Connor: ............. */very/ cautiously steps into the apartment, silent and scanning*

*He won't see anyone, or even pick up anyone on scanners. He will hear the toilet flush, though...*

Connor: *freezes for an instant, then starts creeping towards the bathroom*

*The bathroom door is open as Connor draws close... a very fluffy siamese appears a the door. It stops and looks at him, startled! It hisses and bolts into the nearby bedroom. You scared her, new face!*

Connor: *flinches back with a hitch of breath, LED flickering red for an instant. He looks around, samples the atmosphere...realizes there's no cat box and why. Will do a quick look around the rest of the apartment before heading for the door to...wait outside, he's not sure what else to do, though he's scanning police frequencies and hacking various security systems and traffic cameras*

Gavin: *had stopped by the front office, so when he finds his door partly open he's pulled out his gun. He sidles up the door, peeks in, and then steps in, gun first. He'll be just inside the door when Connor comes back into view. There's a moment of utter /shock/ before he sputters.* /You/! What the fuck are you doing here?!

Connor: *startles as well and puts his hands up* We've been assigned a case. Captain Fowler sent me to find you. The door was ajar when I arrived, so I was making sure you were all right and there hadn't been an intruder. *small, wry grin, lowering his hands a bit* I'm well aware that, in doing so, I've made an intruder of myself.

Gavin: I should put a bullet into your head just for being in here. *he does put his gun away. Mostly he doesn’t want to gave to clean up blue blood before his cats get into it.* What case?