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[sir_samuel]

It had taken all of Vimes' nerve not to leave the Compound as soon as Eostre had come to him with the news that Mack had disappeared. These things, some part of his mind constantly told him, were better settled simply, on one's own. He would go out into the jungle, he would find the bastard who had taken her. And then he would take care of him

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[how_itgoes]

Sam's been trying to make his way through as many people as he can to find Vimes, eyes already sketching over the Island and he finally found the man in question. "Do we have any sort of Island expert?" he has to ask. "Someone who knows these caves and every crevice they have?"

It's better than just combing something and missing the same thing because no one knows it exists.

[sir_samuel]

"We've got the wolves," Vimes answered matter-of-factly. He had a certain grudging respect for wolves' abilities, even normal wolves*, thanks to Angua. "I pretty damn sure they know more than we could ever hope to know when it comes to finding things."

*For a given value of normal. He'd seen Grey Wind's teeth.

[how_itgoes]

Sam tries not to grimace and he manages a nod as he exhales. "Right. We have wolves," Sam echoes, repeating to himself 'just like tracker dogs' in his mind again and again, lest he lose it. "Have statements been taken from all those in the proximity?"

[sir_samuel]

"Yes," Vimes answered tightly, not particularly appreciating the sudden third-degree. "I've talked to Eostre and others nearby. And our little criminal wasn't exactly trying to hide her exit. We've got good evidence, we've got people with us who know F's habits," he gaze fell grudgingly on Claire, "we've got people - and animals - who know the island well."

He eyed Tyler. "I have done this kind of thing before, you know."

[strandedseaman]

Horatio had remained near the head of the party throughout the night, right on the heels of Diefenbaker and the direwolf. Had he looked at any of the faces around him, he would have seen the same determination, though perhaps some faces would not be quite so feverish.

In truth, as horrifying as the situation was, there was a part of Horatio that was glad for the distraction, for the reason to throw his whole mind into something other than missing Archie. He didn't have the tracking skills that many of the others had, but he set his energies on keeping them on task and organised, lending what untrained observations he had when he could and keeping his mouth closed the rest of the time, allowing the experts to do their work.

[unbreakableteen]

There was no stopping her. Period. End of story. She'd learned well how to dig her heels in when Manners just weren't called for. F was her friend, and the looks on everyones faces were of anger and murder and she'd be...be...she'd be damned if she would let that happen. F just wasn't like them, but Claire knew in her heart she wouldn't hurt the baby. On purpose.

So there she was, tromping along in the snow along with a bunch of people who only knew that a baby had been kidnapped. Total Amber Alert, total Code Adam. She was in with the head of the crowd, searching in the dark for someone who knew the dark better than most everyone on the island.

[sir_samuel]

Vimes was Not Amused by the fact they had a teenage girl trailing them (or in this case, leading the way). Oh, he had done his best to stop her, but she had been bloody determined, and in the end he hadn't been willing to waste the time arguing. But he wasn't going to damned well look after her, either.

He caught up to her, scowling. "When we get to the caves you're waiting at the entrance, understand. You're not going in with us."

[unbreakableteen]

"Yes, I am," she replied tightly, giving him that same determined look. "I take care of her, Mr. Vimes, and you're gonna have to tie me up and find a guard because I'm not quitting til we find her." She paused. "Them."

She was probably the only one who wasn't worried about the baby, but that was only because she was the only one who knew F like she did.

[sir_samuel]

Vimes didn't know what attachment Claire thought she had to F, but it was damned well making things difficult.

"I've let you come," he shot back darkly. "If they're in the caves, you can see 'em when we come back out. We don't have time to look after you, Miss Bennet, especially not in the dark." He looked at her coldly. "And we have no intention of hurting your vampire friend." Not yet.

[crazydetective]

"This isn't L.A., Michael," said Charlie as he kept to his former partners side.

Of all the figments of his overactive imagination that he'd had to deal with, none of them stated the obvious quite like Charlie did.

He knew this wasn't L.A., but he also knew it didn't have to be. There just had to be a person, just one, with just one screw loose for that call to come in. The one letting you know that they found the kid at the bottom of some dumpster behind some greasy spoon diner. Maybe there weren't any dumpsters or diners on the island, but there were people. And that was enough.

Raines doesn't answer the man beside him, he can't, not unless he wasn't those around him to think he's completely nuts. So he just kept shut, kept pace and tried to keep himself from thinking the worse.

[_kinginthenorth]

Grey Wind had run ahead with Diefenbaker, leaving the humans to find their own way across the snow in the wolves' wake. Robb had his sword out for a while, using it to clear underbrush from the path, but now he's returned it to its scabbard as he heads with the rest of the team toward the caves. He likes the sense of purpose missions like this give, but not the context; after all, who could be enthusiastic about a missing baby? What if it had been Eddara? his brain might have whispered once, but he ignored the thought, forced it away. It was a time for calm.