Silas personally didn't think another search was necessary. He had been respectfully thorough the first time. But nonetheless, he stepped back and let the gaurd search. He almost felt annoyed as Rylee was, he wasn't supposed to work today and he had to come in early tomorrow. He didn't want to waste anymore time with her.

The gaurd searched, even more thoroughly than he did, his hands searched all the places, even the most private, invasive ones.

"I think she's in the clear. Nobody likes their breasts being fondled," Silas cleared his throat, clearly annoyed. There was no way Rylee could have taken anything. He had been watching her the whole entire time. The guard gave Silas a angry look but backed away and he lead her into the cell.

The cell itself just had a few benches, a bed, and a toilet. It was pretty standard. Everything was metal but kept in good condition. The station had a pretty good cleaning staff.

Silas locked the door behind him and undid her handcuffs, taking them off. There were faint red lines on her skin despite him trying not to make them too tight. He leaned against the bars, raising an eyebrow and wondering what her next move was. She had been lenient to everything so far and didn't fight back. That did make him a tad suspicious of her.

"Do you need anything else from me, princess?" He asked, moving to leave after a second of studying her and the cell.

Half the time, he didn't realize he called her princess until she scolded him for it. But, this time she didn't yell at him for the nickname. Maybe that was her way of saying "thanks for getting his hands off me, officer Parks" but he didn't hold his breath on that one. Maybe she was just getting as tired as he felt.

By now, he would only have a few hours of sleep until he had front desk duty. He hated front desk duty, nothing happened in the middle of the night and must of the criminals were silent. He'd rather be on the feild than the desk.

"Alright," He stiffled a yawn, opening up the cell just enough so he could slip out and then shut it. The door unlocked and locked from the outside and not inside. It was another thing done to prevent criminals from finding a way to escape. He locked the cell door and handed the keys and the handcuffs to the officer currently on duty.

He headed off toward his office to sleep. It would be pointless to go home, especially since he didn't have a car here currently. His everyday, off duty car was at home and his police car was being repaired after he acccidentally drove into an F1 tornado trying to respond to a house on fire emergency call. London liked to throw down dangerous weather every once in a while. He was just the unlucky one to get caught in one.

There was a shift switch two hours before Silas was meant to take over. During the nights, cops got two hours on at the desk duty. Everyone shared the shifts, or at least those in the feild. Cops like Nancy would have a complete rest.

He was sound asleep when the switch happened, dreaming about winning a thousand dollars to help with his program's founding. Most people in the town didn't like his program. They thought all criminals deserved jail time no matter what their crime is. He wasn't about to let a mother who stole baby formula suffer the same crime punishment as someone who had drowned their family in the pool. It just didn't make sense to him.

The sounds of the alarm woke him up from his dream. He scrambled to his feet, running to see what the problem was. Whenever he got to the front desk, he noticed the holding jail cell had been picked and a team of gaurds and the office police officer were yelling back and forth at eachother.

"Dammit, pirncess," He muttered to himself, looking around. It didn't take long to connect the dots. Not long at all.

Rylee had escaped. She was gone.

They had searched for her until dawn. They had brought out the K-9s and everything. However, the night was full of heavy rain. The rain washed away the evidence and made every police officer on duty angry. Angry cops didn't make good search parties.

When the rain stopped and the sun began to rise, every cop headed back empty-handed. Rylee was most definitely long gone by now, probably relocating. There was nothing else to do but fax paperwork to every facility to be on the lookout for her. There wasn't much else that could be done, after all she wasn't wanted for arson or murder. Just one of the ones he felt pity for, homeless and doing what she could to survive.

However, even with her gone, the court trial would resume. She would be in the system now and she would steal again. Eventually she'll run out of energy or try to find her dog. She'll reappear, they always did. He had just had to be patient.

A couple days had passed since the police station had their first escape in almost 60 years. That same mistake being a criminal wanted for stealing leftovers out of some poor neighbor's fridge.

There had been no signs of the woman since she escaped. Silas has close contact with the animal shelter and all the local places. There has been nothing. He had caught a few lowlife gang members trying to rob a liquor store but they weren't anything special. He didn't try to put them in his program, they got sent right to the juvenile detention center. He sighed, growing frustrated with the lack of reports. The only serious crime reported was a huge robbing from a store. There had been nothing to suggest it was related to Rylee.

"God dammit," he slammed her file back in the file cabinet and slammed the door. He gave up. There was no evidence. He looked up to find that Nancy was at his office doorway, smirking ever so slightly.

"What?" He yelled at her.

"You've been obsessing over that girl for two days now. Go home, go get a drink. You need a day of rest," She said to him and he sighed. Maybe she was right.

"Whatever," he brushed past her rudely and locked his office. Perhaps he did need some time away. He wasn't going to let Nancy have the upperhand about it though. So he clocked out and got into his car. Maybe a few drinks would help take the stress off of finding Rylee.