Basement – Technicians' Office

[Blu]

Continued from: Apartment Complex; Building A: Blu's Apartment

“I know, I know, I'm late,” Blu announced to the room at large as she all but fell through the door, pulling off her her black jacket as she did. With a quick click on her iPod, she turned off the Queen that was blaring through the headphones, only then taking the time to actually look around the office and realise that it was empty. Blu blinked a few times at that.

“Huh... no coffee monkey... that is certainly different,” she stared around the room in bewilderment for a moment before slowly and deliberately looking down at her watch and tapping at the glass cover, as if checking to make sure the time was right. While she could be and often was late, Flynn never was late. And if he was taking a sick day he would have called... she thought. Blu frowned softly as she moved past the cluttered work stations to the one which held her current task. Perhaps she really was early instead of late as she had expected.

Blu was sure he would show up soon, with her morning cup of coffee as he always did. All the same, she couldn't help the small pang of worry as she settled down in front of the partly dissembled computer, trying to focus on her work and not the fact she was alone. She fixed the headphones back in her ears and pressed play again, letting the music relax her.

[Blu]

TIMESKIP: Roughly 40 minutes

Blu reached out blindly, fingers fumbling for the cup of coffee that was always to the side of her work. She kept her eyes fixed on her task as she reached, having become totally engrossed by her work and loosing all track of time. Part of her expected the coffee to be ice cold as it sometimes was when she got caught up in things like this. Her fingers closed around empty air and she blinked, pulling herself away from her work to look to the side.

No coffee.

And now that she realised it, still no Flynn. Blu straightened up, a frown on her face as she slowly spun her chair around, scanning the room in case Flynn was either playing a trick for some bizarre reason or he had come in and fallen down somehow. The room was empty bar herself and she carefully slipped from her seat, large and clunky boots impacting the ground as she moved. Flynn was never this late, it was wrong and it was worrying. She reached the phone on the desk, picking it up and rapidly calling Flynn's number – she could have used her cell she knew, but at the moment every penny counted.

She could hear it ringing on the other end for a couple of moments before the answer machine clicked into action. Blu hung up without leaving a message, the worry only increasing. To not show up for work was one thing, but to not show up for work and not answer his phone was quite another. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones.

The only problem was, what she could do about it. Blu needed help from someone. She fingered her studded chocker as she thought, the spikes smaller than they normally would be out of consideration for where she worked. With a small nod, Blu headed with determination towards the door – she would go and speak to Miles. He knew Flynn and he might know what to do.

Continued in: Upstairs Offices – Force Investigation Division

[Blu]

POST TIMESKIP

Conveniently placed to the far right of the third keyboard and monitor was a large soda, obnoxious coloured text proclaiming that it was the largest drink size the company had to offer and would keep you awake for a zillion hours – provided you were willing to spend most of that time running in and out of toilets. Perhaps it didn’t actually say all of that on the outside, but the theme was there and Blu was no stranger to reading between the lines. Placed to the far left of the set of computers was a plate stacked high with iced gingerbread Goth’s and coffins, Blu having gone to great lengths to make sure each and every one was different and perfect. It had been a distraction to bake them earlier on in the day and a welcome one at that, Blu planning to make the rounds of the station later on with them, once she’d got some of her work done – she always preferred the early evening to work.

Rolling from one side to another, racing against herself on the wheeled chair, it looked at first glance as though Blu was in her element, the young technician tapping away at the keys and generally loosing herself in the work. It was her element, but she was far from happy, emotions betrayed by the chewing of her lip every now and then or the way she would look at her cell phone every now and then, glaring as though it had personally offended her. There had still be no sightings of Flynn, not even a whisper.

Two week was a long time.

At least it was when your best friend was god knew where and she would come home ever day to an increasingly large collection of murdered teddies, Mica never failing to express her feelings on the lack of her owner/pet.

[Blu]

Her fingers danced across the keyboard for a few moments before suddenly stilling and lying flat against the keys. Blu stared blankly ahead, vision blurring with dark spots swarming around the edge of her view. All of a sudden she didn’t… feel so good. The young technician wavered slightly in her seat, breathing laboured as she fought to keep her balance and her control. The dizzy spell passed as quickly as it had come, leaving Blu feeling even more down and generally rotten all over as a result.

It was probably a sign she’d been working too hard, too long. When she wasn’t in the office, trying to solve crime and watching hours upon hours of different security feeds for different cases, she was at home, trying to sleep but giving up and then baking until she either ran out of flour yet again or her kitchen started to literally over flow with different baked goods. Blu had no choice to stop then, flopping into bed in a state of unconsciousness instead of actual, restful sleep. At least the station and all her friends around had plenty of treats to eat.

Somehow, and Blu wasn’t sure how she’d managed it, but she had managed to make more than people actually wanted, and although the plate on her desk was free for all, there was a tin under her desk that was filled to the brim with all sorts of different cookies and gingerbreads and other biscuits, all cut out in different shapes, coffins, crosses, even a Goth gingerbread person or two. Blu sighed softly and looked around, knowing she had to go home after that dizzy spell – or at least she had to leave work, an idea coming to her.

With a smile she carefully bend down and collected the tin. It seemed as though all those hours of staring at the computer screens this past few weeks had actually paid off, since she’d happened to notice Clay in a few of them, and then maybe followed him home via the recorded footage. All in the interests of making sure Duck was still okay of course.

Continued in: Apartment Complex; Building B; Barclay’s Apartment