Hey MacRumors readers! So, last night was borderline crazy of how events folded that led to the retrieval of my dear baby iPhone 6 which I had JUST received Thursday. Here goes. BTW, TL;DR version below, but this is a pretty great Sunday read...maybe? Last night, I went out with my good friends to have some fun during my spring break and ended up at a pretty great Irish pub/nightclub. We're having a great time and towards the end of the night, I pulled out my new iPhone 6 and snap some pictures of myself, my friends, some lovely ladies, and the like. Fast forward 7 or so minutes to the closing of the club, I reach into my pocket for my iPhone...GONE. I immediately scour the newly illuminated floor for it, even going the extra mile of nicely but quickly questioning the group of lovely ladies we were hanging with to see if they had it. I make a B-line to the bathroom to ask my friend to use his iPhone (with whom we had just went to Neucase earlier in the day to get his screen repaired, and I HIGHLY recommend them if anyone's in the La Puente, CA area, they do amazing work and are upstanding gentlemen) for Find my iPhone. Upon logging in...iPhone is off. Now I know I'm dealing with a stolen iPhone, not a lost one. We scour the place, asking the bar, bouncers (whom were very gracious and feeling for my new loss, to my surprise), going outside to loudly ask leaving patrons and listen for the possible sound played on my iPhone. NOTHING. Mind you, I had just received this phone Thursday night in the mail. I was entertaining purchasing AppleCare+, but hadn't yet. Because of this, I'm freaking out, as my $750+ iPhone is nowhere to be found. My buddies start talking me up, saying I could encounter a great Genius who's understands and let's me add it now and use my first $79 incident, which is possible, but definitely not probable. We depart and head on home, all the while staying logged into Find my iPhone and talking about potential gameplans for me to get a new iPhone. Upon almost arriving home, we get a GPS ping on Find my iPhone...it's been found, inside a house, FIVE SECONDS AGO. In just about real-time, we find where it is - 5 minutes away from our current location. At this point, I'm still calm, but am just about to enter Full Vigilante Mode. I'm just about ready to strap on my Birdman costume and serve some self-justice. Then, I remember Sam Sheffer's write up on The Verge detailing his ordeal of retrieving his iPhone (http://www.theverge.com/2014/11/11/7188365/i-caught-the-thief-who-stole-my-iphone), and immediately "CALL THE POLICE NOW" plays over and over in my head. We call them, transferred to the police department where the theft occurred, and talked with an amazing dispatcher who helped us greatly. Told us a sheriff deputy will be out to make a house call and assist us within 10 minutes. I'm in disbelief already that a deputy is willing to help us recover what they may get many calls for daily. Nonetheless, we arrive near the house and are met by the sheriff deputy. Along with the officer, my two buddies and me, with no search warrant issued, decide to use the Intimidation Factor - white light, red and blues shining, Maglite flashlight, and the incredibly loud police-style door bang. Our officer was amazing, as I'm awe-stricken by her bravado, if you will. First bang, nothing, but a definite look through the bedroom blinds. Second louder bang, more blind ruffling, with a Maglite shone into the window. A man answers the door, our officer says, in the most direct voice: "Hello sir. Have you been to (club's name) tonight?" "Yes." "Did you find an iPhone?" *reluctantly replies* "Yes." "Would you mind going to get it for me?" IPHONE RETRIEVED. The series of events that follows this happen all within an hour. Everything fell into place in the most tv-drama-style I can ever think of. One missed step here, a nonchalant dispatcher there, a missed minute in using Find my iPhone over there, or triggering Lost Mode right here, and it's the difference between a recovered iPhone and one sold on the black market for parts. It was the craziest property retrieval story I will probably ever have, and I'm extremely fortunate to have my still-practically-brand-new iPhone in my hands. TL;DR Version: iPhone stolen in club. Find my iPhone used. Location found. Police called. Sheriff deputy assists. Badassness ensued. iPhone recovered. All within an hour. Forever grateful. Now, I must go order AppleCare+. Thanks for reading, my lovely folks.