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Tony gets up with a curse and a massive headache. The ringing phone sounds like a g%$ d**ned cathedral's bell inside his head. Wanting only to end this torture, he rolls off his bed and stumbles towards the phone, answering it with a grunt.

It takes him a minute to realize it is the professor and longer to comprehend what he is saying. Remembrance of last night, the talk with Slim and Talby come back in flashes. He is in bad need of a smoke.

"I'll be there," he tells the professor. Or maybe he just grunted again before hanging up.

Tony slashes some water on his face and stares at the mirror for long enough to wake up. Then, with a sigh, he pushes away from the sink and heads to his bedroom, fishing for some half-decent cloths. He is in no mood of hearing about his dressing or hygene this time around.

"Stupid kidnappers," he mumbles as he lights a cigarette and turns on the engine, headed for the station.

Tony watches Barley take Olga away, wondering what did he get himself into anyway.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he pushes himself away from the wall he was leaning on. "I'm going to hit the streets. Try to find out something about this Jerry Grant and this Thomas. And get me a pack of cigarettes. I really need it..."

Using 1 point of streetwise and, if necessary, 2 of interrogation and 2 of cop talk.

After watching the reporter do the talk (which is good, considering Tony did not know how to talk with his tongue as much as with his fist), Tony followed the others outside.

"We have no evidence that there WAS a crime other than the kidnapping," he says shaking his head with a humorless smile on his lips. "We got carried away by that journal, and we don't even know if whatever is written in it is real or not."

Irritated, Tony paces the hall and stops near a window. He looks outside, rubbing his eyes. What time is it? He completelly lost track of it.

"We need to process her and get done with it. And find out about this Thomas fellow."

Damn, the name thing completelly slipped by hehehe

Tony seats on the desk top, watching the professor speak with the main. He rubs his eyes with his hand, sighing deeply. With a yawn, he fishes for his cigarette pack, realizing it is empty.

"I don't," he says, replying the professor's question. "But I'm sure Barley will be a nice boy and fetch her something, won't you, Agent Barley?"

Tony throws the empty cigarette pack on the trashbin, missing it. "Might as well bring me more smokes too."

He crosses his arms, turning to wait for the maid's answer, as if expecting Barley to be on his way already.

Ignoring Col Ellis and been barely respectful with the owners, Tony grumbles a goodbye and heads to the car, escorting Olga with a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Don't worry," he finally says.

As soon as they are near the cars, Olga already directed to enter on the back seat, Tony nods to Barley: "Fort's office should do. What do you think?"

As soon as they have a concensus, Tony gets the engine running and heads back to the office.

Tony gives the professor a little more time to do whatever he was doing in the house, pretending to inspect the law, then nods.

"Yes," he finally says, drawing another cigarette from the pack and lighting it up. He drags on it, then puffs, eyeing the blaze as if studing it. "We head back to the station, and we escort the maid with us."

Tony turns to Jacob, pointing his way with the hand that holds the cigarette. "Have your other house help ready. Once we are done, we will bring the maid back and pick another one up."

Without waiting to be questioned, Tony begins to walk towards the house and, hopefuly, his car.

Tony approaches the scorch mark and looks down at it, grunting with mild surprise.

"Have you had anyone recently working in or around the mansion?" he asks Jacob without looking him directly. He yes the plaster cast, rubbing his tired eyes. This is too late for such a complicated case.

"Later, maybe," he says back to the professor in a low tone. "Let's get the woman out of here first. Then we see how to proceed".

Tony approaches Tom and Barley. He looks up at the window and back to the ground, wondering how he didn't notice this from the inside. With an irritated sigh, he rubs his tired eyes and shakes his head. "Anything interesting before we leave?

Tony eyes Jacob, then the doctor and finally shrugs.

"Let's go, then. We still have a long night ahead of us."

Tony heads for the stairs and out of the makeshift lab.

Slight language issue. I wrote "particular" instead of "private". Particular means private in portuguese. I blame my brain on that. Sorry! :P

Tony goes down into the basement in silence. As Jacob questions him about the maid's supposed guilty, he remains silent for a few minutes, walking around the basement. "I didn't say she did. I said we must speak in private, starting with the house help."

Tony stops near the sculpture and the open book, glancing at the pages with idle curiosity before moving to other objects on the laboratory.

"You spend a lot of time here?"

Tony keeps his eyes on Jacob's, a thin humorless smirk hardly visible on his lips.

"Yes," he answers the professor. "Why not. Let us check the basement before we head out."

Finally turning towards Jasper, Tony nods in answer. "May be," he says dryly before turning back to Jacob."Lead the way."

Tony eyes Jacob intently as he slowly drags on his cigarette.

"Possibly," he says, exhaling smoke from his nostrils."Though we will need to speak with some of you in particular." He looks over Jacob's shoulder towards where Olga has gone. "Starting with the house help. We need your maid to accompain us to the station."

Tony shakes his head, puffing out some smoke. "Either the maid is nuts or this family has sunk lower than I did."

He looks around, before walking out of the room and towards the stairs. "We will take her for questioning." He says as he takes the stairs down.

Tony turns as he notices the professor enter the room. He takes the stub of his cigarette from his lips, only now realizing it has burned out. He fling it away, not carrying where it lands, and approaches the professor.

"There is more going on here. No one would ever be able to go down that room through the window." He checks his pocket for another cigarette, finding the pack empty. With a shrug, he peers over the journal. "Right now I'd bet on an inside job."

Sorry for going MIA. I had to spend a week at out office in Buenos Aires and got stuck in neverending meetings and a chronic lack of free time :/

Tony looks up and down the hallway to be sure no one is watching, then enters the large study. Immediatelly he begins to survey the room, looking for any clues that may point to the family's current and past dealings. If someone inside the house did it, it may have been the maid, a friend or even the family itself. Didn't the boss say something about them dealing with the occult? Tony glances at the bookshelf.

While I intend to (discreetly) search the study, I'll give some attention to the bookself. Collect Evidence and Forensics if necessary.

As soon as Tony finishes collecting any evidence he comes across on the windowsill and floor, he walks outside. Making sure there is no one watching, he walks down the hall, checking each of the other rooms, initially without entering. Tony is suspicious. If the baby was taken from inside, then maybe someone in the house did it.

If I see anything out of the ordinary, I'll want to check into a room. But, for now, I'll just walk down the hall and look inside, trying to open doors if they are closed.

Giacomini surveys the room in search of any clues to what may have happened, checking the window, the floor near the crib and the crib itself.

While checking the windowsill for prints, Giacomini stares outside at the surrounding area, wondering if someone who came from the outside would not have left dirt or grass on the nursery's floor. He then sticks his head outside the window, checking if there is any way someone might be able to climb to this window and down, especially holding a baby. Somehow that idea sounds every time less possible, which would mean someone inside the house.

I'm a bit unsure of how to use skills. I have Forensics 1, which I'd use on the windowsill as you described. I also have Evidence Collection, which I wish to use on any evidence I come across.

Giacomini glances at Tommy and back at Jacob, then back to the reporter.

"You must have noticed I'm not a people's person." He puffs out some smoke and hubs his eyes with his fingers, as if trying to push away both sleep and reality. "Speak with them while I speak with the evidence."

Giacomini notices how easy it would be to get in and out of the house without been seen. He smiles humorlessly, shaking his head. That is why he prefers to live in his cramped little appartment with clear sight of all entryways.

Hearing what Jacob says, Giacomini heads to the stairs and begins to go up. "Which room?"

After a rather (not) entertaining 2 hours ride to the crime scene in which Tony eventually quit his attempts on using his sour look to shup up the professor, the former Homicide detective simply tried to think of something else. That only served to worsen his mood, as his mind kept wandering back to the Red Hook Raid and... nothing.

He takes a deep breath as the supposed master of the house introduces himself.

"Giacomini, FBI," he says, drawing a cigarette and his lighter. He shows himself into the house, without waiting for Jacob to invite him. "Where was the child before he went missing?"

Tony lights the cigarette, looking around the fancy place's entry hall.

Tony gives Fort s$%%-eating grin and pretends to adjust his shirt's colar, his cigarette hanging on his lip. He changes his focus back to Valentine.

"Never said I wouldn't do it. It has been a long time since any work could get lower than me."

Tony leans away from the wall, puffs out smoke and approaches the window Fort is at, flinging the stub of his cigarette outside into the night.

"Why are we wasting time here anyway? Let's go."

Tony arrives last of all, his shirt a mess, his eyes bloodshot and in serious need of shaving. He grumbles to himself all the way into Valentine's office. One there, he leans on the wall, searching of a pack of cigarettes that has seen better days. He smokes while the boss explains and the others question.

When Fort explains the reason for calling the Professor, Tony smiles humorlessly and shakes his head.

"This is ridiculous," he says, puffing smoke out of his nostrils. "Since when did we become babysitters?"