Special Agent John Doggett reclined in the office chair; his feet resting up on the wooden desk. The basement office was like a second home it seemed when it was so late at night. Monica had gone home hours ago and he was almost finished with his report on their last case. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted a figure standing in the doorway. Reflexively, he looked over; dropping his feet to the floor to get a better view. To his surprise, there was no one there. For a moment he just shook it off. It's way too late, John,he thought to himself. Go home.. . Finally, he looked back down at the file in front of him. The first thing he noticed was a drop of something red. Blood red. He jumped backwards in the chair. Carefully he tilted his head to the side and felt to see if it was him. Nothing. Just before he turned his head to check the other side, his glance caught the clean paper. Curiously, he moved the chair back up and examined the once blood stained paper. It's definitely too late. The clear ringing of the phone broke the silence. John waited for it to ring a second time, just to make sure that it wasn't just another figment of his imagination. It rang a second time. Warily, he grabbed the phone. "John Doggett." "Agent Doggett? This is AD Skinner," greeted the Assistant Director. "We have a situation."