[This is longer than it actually seems, since there's a lot of missing non-dialogue. And Snuffles makes an appearance courtesy of very clever readers. Thanks guys!]

When Chris got back to the station he found the place in a buzz.

"What's going on?" he asked Steve.

Steve gave him a cold glare. Chris flinched, but not much. He'd been beating himself up the whole drive back to the station, and there wasn't much Steve could do to make him feel any worse.

"Yes, fine, I f**ked up," Chris snapped. "Thank you. What's going on?"

"The kid ran the video he brought back from Joe's apartment complex. We got a few good stills off it."

Steve pushed a few black and white pictures over to Chris. He picked them up and looked at them.

"Damn," he said.

"You recognize him?"

"Yeah," Chris said. "I ran into him in the hall outside Joe's apartment. We should get a uniform over there."

"Probably no point," Steve said. "He's probably gone by now."

"I know, but we may get lucky. Think the kid's up to it?"

"I think so. He and Petersen can go. Maybe they can get an ID on a car, if they've got cameras outside the buildings." Steve picked up the phone and started to dial.

"Fine," Chris said. He pulled out his glasses and started scanning through the statement Joe had made. It was all he could do to stay professional when he read it. The statement was clear enough that he could picture what happened. He started making notes as he read through, frowning.

"Have you read this?" he asked Steve after he was done.

"No, why?"

"Read it," he said, handing it over. He waited, tapping his pen impatiently as Steve scanned it. He was making notes as he read.

"Notice anything unusual?" Chris asked.

"The descriptions don't match," Steve said. "We've got video of that young guy going in and coming out. The times match up pretty well with the 911 call. Nobody old."

"That's one. There were two others."

"Toby called the guy grandfather," Steve said.

"And?" Chris prompted.

Steve read the statement again, and then a third time. "I've got nothing," he finally admitted. He hated it when Chris stumped him on these.

"Joe tripped over the teddy bear."

"Yeah, so? It was on the floor."

"It's on my bed," Chris said. "This morning."

"You got a teddy bear, Gagnon? Should have figured."

Chris stiffened. "Captain," he said through gritted teeth.

"This the guy that put your boyfriend in the hospital?"

"He's not my godd