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As she walked, there was silence around her, for the most part. She heard the faint buzzing of conversation behind closed doors, but nothing out of the ordinary... until she heard something in the distance.

It sounded like a confrontation.

And she heard James' voice.

Odds were good that a member or two of security had found him, or he was having an altercation with another unit member.

"...hm. I see." Nate responded.

"That's... that's... hm." he mumbled.

"That could be concerning." he said.

"If there's anything I can do to help, let me know." he told her further.

"...not sure WHAT I can do, but... yeah?" he shrugged.

"All right." Nate replied.

"If I can help, let me know." he told her. "...though I doubt I can." he sighed.

"Anyway, I won't hold you up." he then said, getting out of her way.

"...are you all right?" he then asked.

"He seemed panicked when he ran off, he didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"

"I'm fine." Nate responded.

"He didn't hurt me, just caught me off-guard." he assured her.

"..." he was then silent, before looking in the direction that James had run off to.

"This doesn't make sense." he said. "James seemed so... well, nice. Maybe a little bit of an ass, but... he did good work here and got along with everyone." he said further.

"Stealing medicine...? Running when confronted with something? What the hell is going on?" he wondered aloud.

".....got it." Jake replied.

"I'll put the word out to the other security guards." he told her.

With that, the call was ended, and as she left her office, she saw Nate on the floor against the wall, just getting to his feet.

"...gonna take a wild guess here." he said.

"James took the medicine." he said further.

"He darted past me, shoving me against the wall and bolted out of the medical wing."

Jake was the one that answered.

"Got it." he said.

"Doing so now." he told her, before pausing.

"What does the suspect look like?" he asked.

"Who are we on the lookout for?'

James was silent for a moment, before he suddenly jumped to his feet. He then shoved her desk forward with all his strength and knocked the chair he was sitting in off to the side.

"Forget it!" he exclaimed.

"I'm outta here!" he told her.

Once he said that, he turned and ran for the office door.

"See ya!"

James froze when she said that... and he realised what HE had just said. His gaze darted around quickly and erratically, before he looked at her and sighed heavily.

"Well, damn it." he muttered.

"Yeah. Yeah, there's no talking my way out of this." he told her.

"Seems I've been caught." he shrugged.

"With the hand in cookie jar, metaphorically speaking." he chuckled.

"Panicking!? I'm not panicking." James insisted.

"I AM innocent. I did nothing wrong." he told her.

"I signed off on the delivery because he was in a hurry and I was the one that was there." he continued.

"That's all." he said.

"I didn't know 5 bottles of codeine weren't there." he finished.

"Wh-what?" James stammered.

"Codeine? Missing? But it all seemed to be there when I checked!" he insisted.

"The delivery person was hurried, they just wanted me to sign, so I did a once-over and signed it and yeah!" he told her, clearly growing more panicked.

"I swear they were there!" he continued.

He then started to sweat. Heavily.

"Eh?" James responded, perking up noticeably.

"Uhhhh..." he mumbled, thinking about it.

"Yeah." he said. "Yeah, pretty sure." he told her.

"I mean, I did a quick skim, but didn't look at anything TOO closely." he then admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"But it sure SEEMED like everything was there." he continued.

"Why? Something not there?" he then asked.

"Huh? Nervous?" James asked.

"I'm not nervous. Sorry if it seems that way." he apologised, calming down slightly.

"And you're only that scary when you're mad." he told her.

"...anyway!" he then said suddenly.

"What is it you wanted to see me about?" he asked her.

"Oh, and if it's why I was gone so long on my errand run, traffic was horrible." he then said. "Tried a shortcut to get back that turned into anything but, ironically enough."

"..." James was silent as he closed the door and sat down in front of her desk.

He looked around for a moment, before meeting her eyes.

"...yeah? What's... something going on?" he asked.

"I mean, I know I've been late a couple of times in the past couple of weeks, but... hey, I'm sorry?" he then said.

"I really don't have any excuses for those." he admitted with a light laugh... though there was nervousness to it.

"Hah." James laughed in response.

"Knew that would catch up to us one day." he said.

"But cool, thanks." he finished, before they split ways and he made his way to Angela's office, knocking on the closed door.

"Enter!" he heard her call out.

He then opened the door and poked his head in.

"You were looking for me, Dr. Edwards?" he asked her.