Claire walked into Darien's apartment, "Do you have any idea where he might be?" She asked Bobby.

"The doctor might know."

"Randell? No, she would have expected that." Claire said.

"Maybe, but maybe not. It's worth a try right?" Bobby asked.

"Should I tell the Official, or do you want to?"

"I don't know Keepie, maybe it would be best if he didn't find out?"

"Well, when he doesn't show up for work in the next..." Claire looked down at her watch. "Seven minutes, I think the Official will wonder why."

"How about I call in and say that I just got to Fawkes' apartment and he's sick?" Bobby asked.

"That's actually a good idea, Bobby."

"What, you didn't think I had good ideas? I have good ideas."

"It just leaves one problem."

"What's that?" Bobby asked.

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"What do you mean Fawkes is sick?" The Official asked.

"Just like I said chief, he's sick."

"Put him on the phone, I want to talk to him." Bobby covered the phone with his hand and whispered. "He wants to talk to him, what do I do?"

"Can't you make your voice sound like his? He is sick you know."

Bobby uncovered the phone, "Hey Official... *cough cough* I heard you wanted to... *sneeze* talk to me."

"What's wrong with your voice?"

"I think I have the... *Cough* flu."

"Okay well get some sleep, okay. I'll send the Keeper over to check on you. Put Hobbes back on the phone." The Official could hear the phone moving on the other end.

"Hey chief,"

"Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Bobby said to the dial tone.

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Claire's cell phone started to ring, "Well here I go," She answered her phone, "Claire speaking... Oh, hello Official... He's what? Sick, okay I'll go check on him... Okay, thank you sir." Claire hung up her phone. "It worked," she told Bobby.

"Good, now we just need to find Fawkes."

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Claire pulled her SUV out of the parking lot. She and Bobby had been following Elizabeth Randell for the last two hours. Bobby had wanted to take the van but Claire wouldn't let him. After the last time Claire figured Elizabeth would recognize it.

Claire watched as Elizabeth took a sharp left turn; the doctor was starting to get suspicious. Claire didn't take the turn to follow. Instead she looked at Bobby.

"She's on Lincoln," he said, looking down at Claire's computer. He and Claire had put a tracking device on her car while she was in a gas station. "Let's just hope she takes us to him."

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Arnaud heard a knock on the door, "Ah, it took you long enough to get here." he said, opening the door.

"Sorry Arnie that I am late. I had someone following me earlier."

"You idiot, are you sure they didn't follow you here?"

"I made sure, no one was." Elizabeth replied.

"Fine, get in here. We need to start." Arnaud said, pulling Elizabeth in to door.

Elizabeth looked at Darien. "Oh my gosh, what did you do to him?"

"That doesn't matter right now, let's just try to get me visible again."

"I thought you just wanted to know why he was following

you?"

"He wouldn't tell, and with the deal I have coming up... well I can't have him get in my way. Besides, why not get two birds with one stone? I got to beat the crap out of him, and I get to become visible again."

"Well I don't have the right equipment here. We'll have to go by my old lab."

"I was expecting that, that's why I called you." Arnaud said. "So help me get Fawkes and lets get out of here."

Elizabeth walked over to Darien, he had a bloody nose a split lip and a black eye. "What else did you do to him?" She asked. Elizabeth touched Darien's ribs; he cried out in pain. "Sorry," she whispered loud enough for Darien to here, but not Arnaud. She unbuttoned Darien's shirt and felt around his ribcage, "He has two broken and three cracked ribs Arnaud! This wasn't necessary!"

"Don't tell me how to do my job. Now lets get him in your car."

"Oh no, you are not moving him like this. You might have punctured one of his lungs. And if you didn't you might by moving him." She looked at Darien's side; it was purple, which meant he was bleeding under the layer of skin. "Let me fix him up first."

"Fine, but hurry." Arnaud said, walking out of the room.

"I'll be right back, okay? I have to go get my medical bag out of my car." She was about to leave when Darien lightly grabbed her arm.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked in a weak voice.

"I need to go," she replied.

Darien let go of her arm muttering a thank you.

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Claire pulled on the townhouse road. "We walk the rest of the way." Bobby said.

"Okay," Claire replied, pulling her SUV off to the side of the road.

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Elizabeth walked back into the townhouse carrying a small black bag. She pulled a gauze roll and a pair of scissors out. Then she pulled out some rubbing alcohol. "This will hurt," she said.

"Not worse then what I'm already feeling," Darien said.

"Good point."

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"Can I go around the back?" Claire asked.

"Yeah," Bobby said checking the clip in his gun. "Just be careful."

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"Come on, what's taking so long?" Arnaud asked from the other room.

"I'm almost done," Elizabeth replied. She took a alcohol pad and rubbed in on Darien's lip. He flinched. She finished cleaning his lip and then called to Arnaud. "Okay, we're ready." Arnaud didn't have time to answer back, the front door burst open and Bobby was standing there with his gun drawn.

"Step away from him," Bobby said, pointing his gun at her. He looked at Darien, "You okay?"

Arnaud came into the room, Claire in front of him. He had an arm around her shoulders and a gun to her head. "Look what I found."

"Let her go!" Bobby said.

"No, I don't think so. How about you put your gun down, or the Keeper dies." Bobby put it down, "That's a good boy." Arnaud said, then he looked over at Elizabeth. "This is your fault, I should shoot you right now. But lucky for you I still need your help. So get up and lets go." Elizabeth obeyed.

"I'm sorry Arnie," she said grabbing her medical bag and walking over to him.

"Go out to my car, I'll be right there." He replied. Elizabeth walked out. "Well it was nice to see you all again, but I need to go now." he said. He pushed Claire into Bobby and ran out the door."

Bobby helped Claire up, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, come on. Lets get Darien out of here." Claire said. She walked over to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, the doc took good care of me." he replied.

The End