Location: Bar downtown New York

Sameen Shaw was starting on her second beer. The chilled glass was slick with perspiration and had only a slight residual chill left in it thanks to the warmth from her hand and the beer contained within. She was feeling pleasantly buzzed and more relaxed than when she had first arrived.

The bar had mostly cleared out by this point leaving the old relic of bygone days empty of chatter and life. The few patrons who remained were more than happy to be left alone to enjoy their beers and relax after a difficult shift.

Taking a long draw on the bitter cold drink Shaw swirled the liquid around in her mouth for a bit savoring the taste of it before swallowing. Setting the beer down Sameen wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and noticed a blue light flashing intermittently from her phone. "Guess fun time is over and it is back to work." She grumbled as she picked the phone up from the wooden table top.

The back of the black protective case covering the phone was slightly wet from sitting in a small pool of water formed from the condensation of her beers. The bartender was either too cheap or too stupid to bother with coasters to prevent water from damaging the long neglected tables.

Unlocking the phone she checked the email she had received. It was a notification that the application had finished its search and come up with a result. Opening the file she took in the picture of a young girl. Hardly even a teenager. She had curly brown hair that went down to her shoulders and a mischievous yet bored look on her face. As though getting a mugshot photo taken was a waste of her time.

Samantha Groves

Age: 16

Charges: breaking and entering, possession of stolen goods, driving without a license, running away from home.

Address: Unknown

Next of Kin: Unknown

Suspect was pulled over on route I80 for a broken taillight. She was co-operative with police officers. When officers checked her license they discovered that it was a high quality fake. Stolen goods were also phone in the vehicle consisting of a couple of laptops, keyboards, computer monitors and hard drives. Suspect was questioned and refused to speak without an attorney present.

While awaiting lawyers arrival bail was posted by Rothman Oscar Octavian-Talbert. It was not till the suspect had left that it was discovered that suspect had managed to put up the funds for her own bail and had managed to skip. Suspect has not been seen since.

Shaw stared hard at the photo. Though her thinking was somewhat impaired she was certain she had seen the kid before. Even the name sounded familiar but she could not place where.

'Come on Sameen your better than this. This woman's life is either in danger or she is planning to kill someone. Obviously the police have no leads on her and no one else does either. That shouldn't even be possible unless she managed to change her identity but what kind of teenager has those kinds of connections?'

Still holding the phone and starring at the photo Shaw took another draw on her beer. Her mind was running at full speed back down memory lane to figure out why and how she knew that name and face. She quickly dismissed her time in the military and at medical school since Samantha would have taken great pains to avoid the hospital and anything that would leave an electronic paper trail.

"Samantha Groves. Rather a unique name certainly one that I wouldn't come across too often. Not like Smith, Nguyen and Jesus. I know I've seen her before but where in the Hell was that at? Samantha Groves….Sam Groves…Groves…Ms. Groves…Ms. Groves?"

Now her mind was back at the library. She had managed to tail John back to it one day and enjoyed dropping in unannounced on Harold and Bear. She remembered that Harold had been tired that day. Exhausted from having to keep an eye on Root whom he had locked up after she had escaped from the mental hospital she had been placed in. She could still remember the triumphant smirk on Root's face as she took in the look of repressed fury Sameen had given her before turning to Harold for an explanation.

She could not hear what Harold was saying his lips were moving but no sound issued out since the memory had been filed away in two part audio and visual. But then the two synched up and a partial sentence seared across her brain "…Reluctantly Ms. Groves is going to be our guest…"

'FUCKING HELL!' Sameen shouted in her mind as she violently pushed her chair back. Getting to her feet she slammed her hat on, shoved her phone into her pocket and started towards the door.

"Ms. You need to pay your tab…" The bartender began before taking a good look at her set jaw and the short quick snorts of air issuing from her nostrils and his bravery left him. "Never mind you can pay it next time." The man then moved quickly back behind the bar and made a beeline for the Kitchen.

The wooden door slammed against the building with a loud CLACK as it rebounded back off the wall and slammed into Shaw's shoulder. She did not register the pain as her mind continued to focus on the single fact that somehow Root had managed to slither back into her life yet again. With a huff she slid into her patrol car and started it up. Bringing her computer online she typed in the alias she recalled Root had used and waited for it to bring up the results.

Outside of Root's Building

Her horn blared at the idiot drunk that had chosen to swerve into her lane at the last minute without signaling. The drunk did not appeared fazed by the horn directed at them and continued on their merry way…10 miles below the speed limit. Now she was seriously considering ramming the idiot's car off the road so she could do the world a favor and remove him from it.

Her usual professionalism was lacking due to the continual delays she had been forced to endure. She had chosen to avoid the freeway and now sorely regretted it since she had somehow managed to hit almost every light just as it had turned red. Sure there had been cross traffic that had tripped the sensors, but in a few cases the vehicles had been so far away that she had difficulty believing the sensors could have been set that far out.

Finally though she had reached her destination. Pulling over into an empty spot she killed the engine and sat and waited. She knew what apartment her target was in and wanted to make sure that the woman was home. Pulling out a disposable phone she hit dialed the number.

It had barely finished the first ring before it was answered.

"Hello?" The woman's voice was thick with sleep and she sounded semi alert.

"I would like to order 3 large pizzas please. One with…" She began adding a slight slur to her words to sound slightly drunk.

"You have the wrong number. This is a residence not a pizza joint."

She smiled when the tell-tale CLICK came over the line. 'Perfect now I'll give it about ten minutes so she's certain to be asleep and then I'll make my move.'