Summary – One of the witnesses in the team's newest case brings up memories from Danny's past. D/OC relationship, all characters present.

Spoilers – Risen, Clare De Lune, Legacy

Disclaimer – I'm just borrowing the wonderful WAT characters.

Club Zion – 2 a.m.

Angela Simpson was ready to get home. Her shift was just ending. She'd been serving drinks and flirting with club-goers all night. She couldn't wait to go home and crawl in to bed. Angela said goodbye to a couple of her co-workers, then walked out the back door of the club into the alley. As she quickly walked through the alley, she vanished into the night.

FBI office – Two days later, 8 a.m.

Jack walked in the bullpen quickly to meet his assembled team at the table.

"Angela Simpson, 21 years old. She left work Club Zion at 2 a.m. this past Saturday morning. No one has heard from her since," Jack stated.

"Who called it in?" asked Vivian.

"Her father. Apparently, she was supposed to meet her little sister on Sunday to go shopping, and never showed. She isn't very close with her parents, but her father said she would never miss spending time with the little sister. NYPD spoke to Angela's boyfriend. She lives with him. He said she never came home after work."

"Any sign of foul play?" asked Danny.

"Not so far. Danny, you and Martin go to her apartment and search it. Then question the boyfriend. See if he is on the up and up. Samantha and Vivian, go to Club Zion. Talk to her co-workers. I'm going to talk to her family."

They all took copies of the file, and left the table.

Angela's Apartment

Danny and Martin knocked on Angela's Simpson's apartment door. After several minutes of knocking, a bleary-eyed young man partially opened the door.

"Randy Atkins?" asked an annoyed Danny.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

Martin replied tersely, "FBI. We are here to talk to you about Angela's disappearance, and to have a look around. May we come in?"

Randy hesitantly opened the door. "Look, she probably just took off for a while. I don't know why her parents are so worried. They never talk to her anyway."

Danny, still annoyed, said, "You haven't seen your live-in girlfriend for two days, and you aren't worried at all?" Danny looked at Randy and then surveyed the apartment. "Are you on something, Randy?"

"What? No way, man."

"Oh come on. I can smell it on you, Randy. How can you possibly help find your girlfriend if you are so busy getting stoned?"

"Look I don't have to answer you, and I could ask you to leave. I know my rights."

Danny smirked and looked at Martin, "Well check Randy out. That's very impressive. Look Randy, why don't you relax and have a seat. We're going to look around to see if we can figure out where Angela is."

Martin added, "We'll let you know if we need your assistance."

Randy sat on the couch and buried his head in his hands.

Martin and Danny went to look around the bedroom. There wasn't much to find. It looked like both Angela and Randy barely lived there. Danny looked under the bed. He found a small locked box. It looked like something where a little girl would have keepsakes. Danny took out is pocketknife and pried open the box. The box contained a couple of letters from what looked her Angela's sister. He also found a small pillbox. Danny opened the pillbox.

"Hey, Martin – take a look at this."

Martin walked over, and looked in the pillbox. "What are they?"

"Looks like speed, and these little blue ones are probably ecstasy."

"She is working at that club," said Martin.

"Yep," Danny replied as he dug deep in the box. Danny then pulled out a business card. "It looks like she may have been in some trouble."

Martin looked at the card that read, "5th Street Rape Crisis Center." Someone named Anna wrote her name on the card with a message that said, "Please call me when you are ready to talk."

"Should we ask the boyfriend about this?" asked Martin.

"No. He may be involved. Let's see if he'll meet us at the office and question him there after we talk to this Anna."

Danny and Martin finished searching the small apartment. They then asked Randy to be ready in two hours. Someone from the FBI would pick him up and bring him to their office. Before they left Danny said, "Try to sober up, Randy. We have lots of questions for you."

Martin called Jack and filled him in on what they found. He told Jack that they were on their way to the Rape Crisis Center.

"That's good. I haven't heard back from Samantha and Viv yet. Keep me posted."

"All right. Talk you later."

Danny asked, "Any new leads."

"I think we have to best lead so far."

Danny nodded as he turned in to the parking lot of the Rape Crisis Center. They got out of the car and walked into the run-down old building where they encountered the receptionist.

Rape Crisis Center

Martin held out his id, "Hi, we are with the FBI. We need to talk to Anna. Does she work here?"

The receptionist eyed the men skeptically, "Yes. She runs this place. What do you want with her?"

Danny glanced at Martin, and then smiled at the receptionist. "We are with the missing persons unit. We found this card in the apartment of a young woman who is missing. We are hoping you can help us find her or this 'Anna' can."

The receptionist smiled slightly, "Do you have a name? Maybe I can help. Anna is due in any time, but I can try to help in the meantime."

"We'd appreciate that. Her name is Angela Simpson," Danny said as he held up her picture.

"She doesn't look familiar. Let me look in our files."

The receptionist went over to a large file cabinet, and looked in one of the drawers.

"Nope. No Angela Simpson. She could have given Anna fake name. That happens a lot."

"Did you say that Anna was on her way here?" asked Martin.

"Yeah. She called on her way in. She should be here any time. If you'd like, you can wait in her office." The receptionist pointed to a small office down the hall.

"Thank you," said Martin as he and Danny walked in to the office.

Martin and Danny waited in the small office. Danny paced around impatiently. They finally heard someone say hello to the receptionist.

"Hey Jennie. God, sorry I'm late. Traffic is horrible."

Danny looked up quickly sensing that he recognized her voice.

"No problem. But you do have a couple of visitors waiting in your office."

"Who?"

"They are with the FBI. They are looking for a missing girl. I guess they found one of your cards in her things."

Danny heard her footsteps as she walked to her office door. He never wanted to disappear more than he did at that moment.

Martin stood up as Anna entered the office. "Anna? I'm Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald. This is Special Agent Taylor. We are with the FBI."

Anna barely noticed Martin standing right in front of her. Her eyes immediately went to the other agent.

"Danny?" Anna said in almost a whisper.

Danny looked at Martin, and then looked at Anna. "Hi. I, uh, I thought you were in Boston."

"I was…I…I moved back two years ago."

Danny wasn't sure what else to say. "Well like he said," Danny said as he motioned to Martin, "we are looking for a missing girl. Martin, this is Anna Ridley…an old friend from college."

Martin just nodded sensing the tension between the two people.

Danny held up the picture of Angela. "Does she look familiar to you? Her name is Angela Simpson."

"Yes. I recognize her. She's missing? I just spoke to her a few days ago," Anna replied as she avoided making eye contact with Danny.

"So she came here?" asked Martin.

"Actually, no, she didn't come here. Her sister came here, and asked me to get in touch with Angela. She was worried about her."

"Is that why you don't have a file on her?" asked Danny.

"Right. She wasn't really sure what happened to her. She wasn't sure she was raped. I was trying to help her figure it out."

"What do you mean she wasn't sure?" asked Martin.

"From what I could get out of her, she was in an abusive relationship. This guy got her hooked on drugs. She would go back to him for a fix, and he would hurt her. I did get her to see a doctor. She did a rape kit, but Angela wouldn't talk to the police."

"Did you keep any sort of file on her, notes, anything to help us?" asked Martin.

"She spoke to me in confidence…"

Danny cut her off, "At this point, she's been missing for 48 hours. There's no doctor/patient privilege here. Whatever she told you could help us find her."

"Well if you let me finish, I was going to say she spoke to me in confidence, but I'll give you what I can," Anna responded icily to Danny as she reached into her briefcase. "Here are the notes I took on her, and couple of tape recordings of our conversations."

Martin asked, "Did she outright tell you it was her boyfriend, Randy Atkins?"

"No. It wasn't her boyfriend."

"You said it was someone she was in a relationship with," Danny said.

"It wasn't her boyfriend. She didn't come out and tell me, but I think it was someone she works with."

"You're sure," Danny asked.

Anna looked directly at Danny this time and said pointedly, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Martin looked at the two staring at each other in stony silence and said, "Well, I think we have what we need for now. But, I'm sure we'll have more questions for you." Martin handed Anna his card, "If you can think of anything else that may help us, or if you hear from Angela, please call us."

"I will," Anna replied as she finally glanced away from Danny.

Martin and Danny walked out the door. As they were walking to the car, Danny said, "I, uh, forgot something. Why don't you call Jack, fill him in. I'll be right back."

"O.K." Martin replied hesitantly as Danny walked back in the building.

Danny re-entered Anna's office. "Hey. I just…I didn't want to just leave without…"

Anna looked up from her desk, "Without what?"

"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you."

Anna nodded, "I want you to find her. I feel terrible about what has happened. I'll help in any way I can, but I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to deal with you on this."

Danny looked down and tried not to show how much that hurt him, "I understand. You can call Agent Fitzgerald if you have new information. You won't have to see me again."

Anna just nodded as Danny walked out.