Peggy walked into Sousa's office and closed the door behind her, "I was looking at those files you put on my desk. The ones left over from Chadwick's office-" Sousa looked up from his phone call, hiding the bottom part from his mouth, "Oh I can come back." She whispered.

"No, I've been trying to get ahold of Thompson all day. He should be in New York by now." He put his finger on the reciever and dialed a new number. "It's a good thing he's not here or I'll strangle him."

"Well," Peggy thought, "Do we know if he actually got on the plane?"

Sousa hung up the phone, "No, I didn't think of that." He held a finger up and dialed again, "Get me the hotel. Thanks Darleen… I'm calling to see if Jack Thompson has checked out of your hotel… No? Can you forward me to his room? Thanks." Peggy had found her way to sitting in front of his desk listening alongside him. They sat for a while before anyone picked up, "It's not picking up."

"Should we go find him?"

Sousa hung up the phone finally, "I can't believe I'm actually worried about that jackass." He used his crutch to stand up, then grabbed his jacket.

"He has a way of doing that." Peggy sighed, "He's probably just with a women."

"The New York office is calling for him too." They walked out of the office together. "His job is the only thing he actually cares about."

Peggy looked over, "And that's what's concerning."

Sousa knocked on the door. "Thompson." They waited a few moments before he knocked again, "Thompson!" Peggy fished in her bag and found an eyelash curler, "Is now the best time?"

She gave him a unimpressed look, "Don't undersestimate what I have in my purse." Peggy pushed her back into his chest and fiddled with the device before kneeling down. She inserted a pointy end that latched around the door knob and twisted until there was a knock at the door. "It was my birthday present from Howard."

"Doesn't suprise me." He nodded with approval.

Peggy opened the door, "Crikey o-"

On the floor Thompson was on the floor bleeding out. Peggy was next to him in a second carefully searching for a pulse. "He's still alive I think. Call an Ambulence, and the office." Sousa was snapped out of the chock and followed the orders. "Jack Thompson wake up damnit." She compressed the bullet wound.

His eyes opened for a second, "Carter…"

"We're getting you to the hospital alright."

"Tell them to hurry." Peggy looked at Sousa who was already speaking on the phone.

"Michael… Michael Carter" He tried to say something else before his head went back down.

"What did he just say." Sousa shouted.

Peggy's thoughts froze. She didn't want to withhold information, but before she could tell the truth her instinct spoke first, "He just called me Marge."

Things in California were going to get complicated again.