"Dr. Beckett we appear to have a problem." Ziggy's voice came out of the handlink around Sam's wrist.

"I'm on my way Ziggy." Sam put down his work and headed to the computer interface room where Admiral Calavicci and Patrick Jane were waiting for him. "What's wrong?"

"It's come to my attention that the paper copies of the project have been stolen." Ziggy reported.

"What do you mean stolen?" Al yelled at the computer.

"They appear to be missing. A man caught on camera walking out of the building with the box." Ziggy responded.

"How can you let this happen Ziggy? You are supposed to be monitoring security."

"It is not my job to inspect every staff members take home bag Admiral." Ziggy returned.

"It's just the paper copies right?" Sam spoke up.

"Of course Dr., you don't think I could have hacked do you?"

"I was just making sure, because the paper copies were never updated after I got back. They were also coded by me as a safety precaution." Sam informed. "We should be alright."

"Can I see your surveillance videos Ziggy?" Patrick wondered ignoring the other men in the room.

"Just because you coded it doesn't mean it can't be cracked." Al reminded, "He did it." Al nodded his head toward Jane.

"Well if we find another person like Patrick I'd be surprised. " Sam argued.

"And even if the work isn't up to date the wrong person could do a lot of damage. We certainly did a lot of good." Al warned.

"Ziggy can you use traffic camera's to follow our thief's car?" Patrick questioned the computer.

"What are you doing?" Sam finally turned to his friend.

"Look at this guy he's no criminal mastermind. Someone hired him. If we can follow his car we can find out who he stole the copies for. We have to assume whoever wanted your theories are smart because they knew not to even bother trying to get a computer copy. Therefore Al is right this should be treated like a threat. Wait stop right there Ziggy, run that license plate."

The three men watched the computer work and waited as a drivers license appeared on the screen.

"I recognize that face. He works for Neal Carlus, the nozzle who was trying to get his foot in the door here about six years back. While you were leaping, and before Patrick joined us." Al fumed.

"Ziggy tell me about Neal Carlus." Patrick turned his attention back to the computer. While he was paying attention to everything the computer had to say. Al was pacing in the background.

"I'm going to give this man a piece of my mind. If he doesn't give those theories back prison will be the least of his worries." Al stormed out.

"Al!" Both Sam and Patrick tried to call after him. "He's not going to get anywhere." Patrick smirked.

"I'll call the big brass and see if we can't get a lawyer on our case. Get the theories back without a big fuss." Sam dug in his pocket for his phone.

"Good luck seeing those theories again." Patrick shook his head.