[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Noelle Morgan's Home[/center][hr]

Turning toward the door, Jeremy offered Noelle a smile as she came into the room, reaching out to take the coffee from her as he waved his free hand idly in a 'don't worry about it' kind of motion. [color=68979B][b]"I'm sure it's fine."[/b][/color] He assured her, taking a sip of the coffee before giving her a nod, as if to  confirm that it was indeed fine. Watching her gaze move about the room, he nodded, eyes following hers as he held his coffee, taking another slow drink. He had admittedly found less than he'd hoped at Noelle's home, there was still no real clue what had been stolen, it was something that was going to bother Jeremy, but he didn't want to be lingering about in Noelle's home all day and night searching.

As she finished speaking, Jeremy looked back over to her, forcing a half-smile. [color=68979B][b]"Hey..."[/b][/color] He took a step toward her, reaching out with his free hand and gently gripping her arm, rubbing his thumb against her in a reassuring manner as he looked down at her. [color=68979B][b]"Everything's going to be fine, alright? You're safe here... And i'm going to find your dad."[/b][/color] He said it to convince himself more than anything, but the words had just as much meaning for her as he kept his eyes locked onto her own. [color=68979B][b]"I promise."[/b][/color] He let that promise linger for a moment, sighing as he lowered his hand from her shoulder and took a much longer drink.

[color=68979B][b]"I should probably stop disturbing you, you need rest..."[/b][/color] He smiled, Jeremy didn't want to be a nuisance, even though he felt there was still more to learn from her home. [color=68979B][b]"If you do find anything, maybe what was stolen... Or if you just want to talk, give me a call, alright?"[/b][/color] He reached into his pocket, fishing out a small, blank business card with his phone number, handing it over to Noelle as he took a much longer drink of his coffee, finishing it off.

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[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] The U.N.[/center][hr]

Lucas wasn't exactly pleased with the traffic but he wasn't kicking up as much of a fuss as he usually would. Lucas was generally the type to groan about traffic until it wasn't an issue, but with Risa there he could replace that with decent conversation and catching up. Though of course, he slipped in one or two complaints for good measure. [color=686F91][b]"You say 'hopefully' - which makes me pretty sure it'll take forever."[/b][/color] He smirked, leaning back in his seat as he kept one hand on the wheel.

Lucas let out a sigh of relief when they finally did get to the U.N., snagging a decent parking spot and climbing out of the car as he locked it. Taking in a big breath of fresh air, he turned back toward her. [color=686F91][b]"Feels like i've been in Guantanamo for the past hour."[/b][/color] He scoffed in self-amusement, moving around his car to her and walking alongside her up toward the entrance of the building. He'd been to the U.N. building in Geneva a few times, it was considerably more impressive than the one in Justice, but it still wasn't anything to scoff at.

As the got inside, he slowed his pace, tucking his hands into his pockets as Risa moved up to the desk, Lucas' gaze shifting about the interior as he took it in, pleased more than anything to just be on his feet instead of trapped in the car. His attention was drawn away from his surroundings however, as he heard the security guard speaking to him. Looking back down to him, Lucas smiled, speaking smugly and without hesitation. [color=686F91][b]"King George the Sixth."[/b][/color] He waited for what he gauged to be the appropriate look of disdain from the security guard before chuckling. [color=686F91][b]"I'm her boyfriend, nothing fancy."[/b][/color]