Ardeth found Frank's office, and immediately sat down in the chair with a sigh, resting his elbows on the desk.

How did I get here? How do I get back? How will I manage to function as this Frank Donovan? His people will know that something is amiss, if they do not already.

So engrossed was he, with his thoughts, that he didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs.

"Frank?"

Ardeth jumped, despite himself.

The team all came into the room, alarmed to see him with his head in his hands. Alex immediately went over to him and started feeling the back of his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to pull away.

"Looking for a bump," she answered, yanking on his shoulder to keep him in the chair and stop him from moving.

Ardeth sighed, wondering if she would find one.

"There's nothing there," she said, "Are you sure he really hit you?"

They never stop asking me questions, he thought. I am not sure if Frank was hit or not. If I tell them now that the man didn't hit me, after saying that he had, then they'll think something else is wrong, and take me to a hospital. "Yes," he said. "He hit me."

Alex moved her hand lower, to his neck. "Did he hit your head or the back of your neck?

Ardeth sighed. "I am not sure."

"Wow are you tense," Alex commented, as she massaged the base of his neck with her thumbs.

Ardeth winced at the pain it caused, but then sighed in relief and closed his eyes when it started to feel wonderful. It seemed like it went on forever, but she stopped all too soon. He opened his eyes slowly, to see everyone quietly watching, anxiously. "Thank you," he said to Alex, wondering at the fascinating gift she had in her hands.

"Anytime," she said, still giving him a concerned look.

"Why don't you go home, Frank," Monica suggested.

Home? Where do 'I' live?

The team wasn't sure what to call the look on his face, being used to Frank always controlling his emotions in a convincing mask.

"Frank, you're starting to scare us!" Alex blurted.

Ardeth looked up at her, contrite. "I am sorry," he said. "I…" he wasn't sure what to say that they would accept for an explanation. "Tired. I'm tired."

The team exchanged glances. "Sudden tiredness? That's a sign of concussion," said Monica.

"No," Ardeth said. "I did not get much sleep last night. That's all."

Jake shook his head. "Is that why you were snuck up on so easily? You should've told us this morning! You could've been a liability to us, out there! Not to mention yourself."

Ardeth didn't know what to say. These people didn't know the truth, and wouldn't believe it even if he told them.

"You seemed fine this morning," said Monica, suspicious that he was hiding something.

"But that was before he got knocked out," Cody pointed out.

"Call it a day, Frank," Jake said, firmly.

Ardeth nodded, realizing that this was his chance to study the file before he had to discuss the case they had been handling. He stood, and walked towards the door.

"Frank, your keys," said Alex, taking them off his desk and holding them out.

Keys? Ardeth thought, staring at them. I have to drive a car! To an address I don't know!

Alex frowned, at Frank's strange look.

"Can you drive me?" he asked, bringing a hand up to rub his forehead.

Alex nodded. "Of course." She looked at Jake. "Wanna follow?"

Jake nodded, knowing that someone had to take Alex back to her car after she dropped Frank off with his.

"Wish we could go home early," Cody quipped.

"Go ahead," said Ardeth, as he walked out the door.

Cody did a double take. "Uh, boss…did you just say we can go home too?"

Ardeth turned to face him. "Yes. Go home." He didn't see any point of them staying there if he—their boss—was leaving.

"Wow, now we know something's wrong with him!" Cody whispered to Monica.

"Alex," Monica whispered.

Alex turned to look at her, and nodded, seeming to know what Monica was trying to tell her.

Ardeth let Alex pass him so that he could follow her, as he had no idea which vehicle was Frank's. When she led him to the silver and black car in the parking lot, Ardeth had to admit to himself that it was pretty nice looking. They got in, and Alex drove off.

Ardeth tried to memorize the scenery, knowing that he needed to quickly get familiar with the city. He didn't notice the looks Alex kept shooting his way.

He doesn't even notice that we aren't going towards his apartment, Alex thought.

Ardeth said nothing through the whole ride, and when Alex pulled into a parking lot, he wondered why she was stopping there. Instead of asking, since Frank would most likely be able to figure it out, he looked at the signs of the buildings. Chicago Urgent Care? That sounds like a medical facility…

"Alex…" he said.

"No, Frank, I don't wanna hear it! You've been acting weird ever since you woke up, from whatever it is that happened to you. If you were in my shoes, you would do the same."

Jake had pulled in beside them, and gone over to the car. He heard what Alex said, and thought that 'Frank' was protesting, so he opened the door and took his arm.

"She's right, Frank. Now, come with us quietly, or we'll have you arrested," he said with a smile, hoping Frank would laugh.

Arrested? Ardeth thought he was serious until he saw Jake's smile. Seeing that he had no choice, he got out of the car, and they both held onto his arms as if afraid he would suddenly bolt.

"He needs to see a doctor right away," said Alex, as they reached the receptionist desk.

"He'll have to sign in and wait his turn," the woman replied, gesturing to the waiting room full of patients.

Alex pulled out her badge, and stuck it in the woman's face. "He needs to see a doctor now!"

"Oh, uh…" the woman was flustered at seeing the DOJ badge. "Well," she picked up a clipboard and a pen. "What's his name?"

"Frank Donovan."

"Date of birth?"

"Nov 23, 1970."

Ardeth's jaw nearly dropped. 1970? Then what year is it now? He stood there, silently, grateful that the woman was asking Alex the questions, and not himself, since he didn't know most of the answers.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Someone may've knocked him out."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "May have?"

Alex sighed. "We were trying to catch a criminal and I found him unconscious on the ground. He thinks he was hit, but isn't exactly sure."

The receptionist looked at Frank. What a handsome man! she thought. "Any strange symptoms?"

Alex sighed again, this time in exasperation. "Yes! That's why we're here! Can he see a doctor, already?"

"All right!" The receptionist stood and ran down the hall.

Jake laughed. He'd stayed silent all that time, enjoying watching Alex intimidate the woman.

The receptionist came right back. "Follow me, please."

Ardeth sighed. As Jonathan would say, I am bloody well doomed!