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Chandler looked around the empty office looking for any clue to where the rest of the team could be. He had tried calling Miles but it was going straight to voice mail. He had been off sick for more than two weeks after collapsing at a crime scene and had been on forced bed rest. Miles had been good enough to come to his flat with soup and his prescription and keeping him updated on there case load. His chest still ached from coughing so much but he could get out of bed with out throwing up he decided it was time to get back to work.
Chandler finally found a scribbled address on Miles' desk and quickly headed for his car. When he saw the cordon he knew he had at least found the right address. He quickly found a place to park and showed his ID to the the young faced PC.
He spotted Miles suited up in a white suit and stopped in surprise at how exhausted the other man looked, he knew they were short staffed with so many people off sick with the same bug he had gotten. He had already felt bad leaving the others in the lurch like he had, even though he couldn’t help it.
He saw a man in a grey hoody walked over to Miles. Chandler was just close enough to hear what they were saying.
“Kent good your here. Sory for phoning you, I know it was your turn to take a nap but we have a third body, looks like it's the same drug.
“It's OK Sarg, what do you need me to do?” Kent asked pulling down his hood.
Chandler's jaw dropped when he saw the mop of black curls that spilled in every direction, his eyes flickered to each curl. He had the strangest instinct to run his hands through those curls, to try and tame them or push them out of Kent's face and... he shook his bead and decided to blame the flu medicine for his sudden fascination with Kent's hair. He was so used to seeing Kent all neat and tidy it was a bit of a shock to see those untamed wild curls being blown about by the wind. For some reason he vaguely remembered Kent mentioning on a team night out that his hair grows like wild fire.
He had been so busy thinking about Kent's hair and what it would feel if he ran his fingers through it he didn't even see Mansell at his side until he spoke. He looks just as tired as the others.
“Boss, good to see you back.”
Chandler jumped, not sure why he was feeling guilty. As if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be. He gave Mansell a smile and then let his eyes flicker back to those curls.
“It's good to be back.”