"John, what a surprise," Bobby said, seeing Sue's brother standing in the doorway of the bullpen. Tara looked up at him. D and Myles were out on a case. Jack was on his honeymoon with Sue.

"Just thought I'd come check the place out," John shrugged. "It's been a while." He had a different motive, of course, but no one knew that.

"Stuck on a case, and you need our help?" Bobby asked, teasing. John snorted.

"Not at all. Can't a friend come visit without a bunch of questions being thrown at him?"

"I suppose not. So, friend, what's new?"

"Not much," John lied. His brother was in line of fire by the head of the FBI and would eventually be murdered if it wasn't all exposed, but that was beside the point. Bobby cocked his head at him, and John knew he had to come up with something before the Australian figured out what was going on.

"Did you get anymore information from the Killer Kale case?" John asked.

"Not really. They checked out all potential spots for the sniper, but they found nothing. Not even a casing. Whoever did it was a pro. We don't have anymore leads, so it got closed," Bobby explained.

"Who's head of your department?" John asked, curious.

"Ted Garrett. Why?"

"Just curious," John replied, shrugging.

"Well, I have to give him these files before his big meeting today," Tara said, getting up.

"Big meeting?" John asked casually.

"Yea. A bunch of the bigwigs get together once a month," Tara answered. John's interest was peaked now. That meant the head of the FBI himself might be there too.

"I'd love to stick around too, mate, but I've got to go talk to an informant," Bobby said, getting up as well.

"That's all right. Next time," John smiled. He trailed behind as they both walked out and went in different directions.

"Hey, bathroom?" John asked. Bobby gestured down where Tara had gone. "Thanks." Once Bobby was out of sight, he darted after Tara carefully. He had to be very cautious here. Sal knew who John was, and if he knew Billy was missing and John was prowling around the FBI building, he'd put two and two together very quickly.

"John?"

He cringed. Lucy. He'd forgotten about Lucy.

"Oh, hey," he said, waving. "Just looking for the bathroom."

"Over there," she pointed. "Big case or something? You're not usually in our neck of the woods."

"Just popped in to say hi to Bobby, but he had to leave. It was lovely to see you again," John said, ducking into the bathroom. He waited ten seconds before opening the door a crack to look into the hallway. A bunch of people went into the conference room, but none of them looked important enough to be the head of the FBI. Suddenly, the door was smashed into his face.

"ARGH!" John cried, clutching his nose.

"Whoa!" a voice yelped. John stepped back as the man stepped in.

"Dude," John said, feeling blood dripping.

"I'm terribly sorry," the man said, going over to the paper towels and bringing a bunch back to John, who held it to his nose. "May I ask why you were right at the door like that?"

"I was going out," John lied. He took in the man in front of him and could tell he was important. John felt his skin prickle.

"Well, my apologies for coming in too roughly," the man grinned. He patted John's shoulder. "You'd best watch your step." He moved past John and towards the stall. John quickly exited the bathroom, knowing that he had just run into the very person he was trying to find, and he had been given a warning.

Billy

He held his phone in his hand, staring at it. The message he'd just listened to was ringing in his ears.

"If you don't get back here immediately, the consequences will be dire. You've been warned."

Sal was threatening him. Sal knew who his family was. Sal could destroy everything he loved instantly, and Billy had no way of stopping him. You couldn't just ditch the head of FBI when he counted on you to be his personal contract killer. He sat back in his seat at the bar, watching the people coming in and out. He had to always be on the move and in disguise. He trusted no one. He worried about what John was doing right now. Knowing his brother, he'd be snooping around the FBI office today, and Billy prayed to God that John wouldn't get caught. Everything was riding on the two of them outsmarting a genius.

Tara

She was heading back to the bullpen after giving Ted his files when she heard a voice on the phone.

"If you don't get back here immediately, the consequences will be dire. You've been warned."

She peeked around to see the director of the FBI, Chase Holding, furiously hanging up his cell phone. She watched him fume for a bit before dialing again.

"Yea," he said quietly. "I want John Thomas monitored. You hear me? Something's up."

Tara felt her blood run cold. What was going on?

"I don't care if you don't have the manpower. Just do it. He was poking around here today. I think he knows something, and my guess is he knows everything because of a certain person. You know who I mean. We have to contain this. I don't care what it takes. Kill the two of them if you have to. Just do it!" Chase hissed, hanging up on the person. Tara felt her legs almost give out, and she wobbled backwards into an empty room just as Chase stormed past. Luckily, he didn't see her. Not really knowing what to do, Tara hurried back to her desk and mentally begged Bobby to get back as fast as he could.

Charlie

John returned to the office with bruising coming around his eyes.

"What happened?" Charlie asked, surprised.

"Got clocked in the face with a door," John answered, sitting down roughly at his desk.

"You know, they always blame a door," Charlie pointed out. "Is Jane beating you up again?"

"Shut up," John growled. He knew he was running out of time, but he didn't really know how much time he had to start with. Obviously they knew Billy was AWOL, so they'd be watching him. They'd already know he had talked to John. There was high odds John himself was already being watched.

"Something you wanna tell me?" Charlie asked, noticing his brother was looking very troubled. John shook his head.

"No."

"I'm an excellent secret keeper."

"I know, but you can't know this."

"Aha! So it is a secret."

"Damn it, Charlie," John snapped. "Just lay off, okay?"

"Whoa, somebody missed their happy pill this morning," Jane said, coming in with coffee. "What's going on?"

"John has a secret," Charlie said quickly. John glared at him.

"Thanks, Charlie," John responded sarcastically.

"Does it have anything to do with the safety of our family?" Jane asked John. He took a second too long to answer.

"No," he lied. Charlie flicked his eyes to Jane, seeing that she wasn't fooled. She realized her husband was lying.

"All right," she nodded casually. "Then don't tell me." She met Charlie's gaze after John switched on his monitor and was fixated on it. He knew she was going to start digging until she got to the bottom of it.

Bobby

He was ambushed by Tara as soon as he entered the bull pen.

"Hey, whoa!" he yelped. She gripped his arms tightly.

"We need to talk," she urged.

"Okay," he said.

"Not here," she added. He looked around. They were alone.

"I'm confused," he started.

"Come with me," she said. "Anyone asks, we're going for lunch."

"All right," he agreed. He didn't really have a choice. They walked out of the building and to Tara's car. She started driving away from the building, but she didn't stop anywhere.

"What's going on?" Bobby asked.

"I heard Director Holding on the phone today," Tara blurted out. "He basically had John Thomas ordered killed."

"WHAT?!" Bobby exploded, dumbfounded.

"I don't know what is going on, but he was mad. He said something about John knowing everything from a certain person, and he said whatever it took to contain it had to be done, including killing John and this other person if necessary. He saw John today, which I think is what set this whole conversation off."

"I knew he wasn't just there to say hi," Bobby said, shaking his head.

"Just figuring that out now, Sherlock?" she asked.

"Hey, now," he said, feigning being offended.

"So what are we going to do?" she questioned. They were at a red light. She looked over at Bobby. He chewed on his lip for a moment before answering.

"My guess would be we have a chat with John," Bobby replied. "See just what exactly is going on."

"Do you think he'd even tell us?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. All we can do is try," Bobby said. The light changed, and they went forward again.

"We shouldn't discuss this anywhere near the office," Tara said. "I think Director Holding has a lot of friends."

"I don't doubt that," Bobby nodded.

"No texting or emails about it either."

"Got it."

Tara eventually turned the car around to find a fast food place so their cover story was legit. She didn't feel like eating much. This whole thing was still upsetting her. She wasn't really sure how they were going to solve it.