14.48 u: Danny: I had my doubts about this day, first I get called out of my bed at an hour, that only sounds good in my ears when it's used in the I'm going to bed-form.

The next thing I know, our missing, is a fucking handsome, rich guy, who's almost the boss from the Harrison-company and we all think: Ransom- note, When? How much? And who makes the drop?

But what do we get, suspects, suspects, suspects. First George Finn, then April then even Sara and let's not forget our very nice Ford, who couldn't stand to make a scene.

Me and Viv had visited Sara's school, she was a real popular girl, the usual problem maker, but she had good grades, and maybe wasn't a real angel, but most teachers didn't really mind having her in their classes either.

Talking to Sara herself, we soon found out that she had a really close bound with Jack , but that she wasn't planning on meeting her father in the near future, she didn't care about him anymore, if she even ever did.

The main reason why this girl and her mother had still a house was Jack, he met Sara's mother almost four years ago, because she was planning on confronting Ford, he hadn't paid on single bit to her in all those years, and she was fired from the Harrison company after she got pregnant of him and hadn't been able to hold a job after that.

Jack had decided to help them and had, from then off, been giving money monthly.

He also visited Sara a lot and they got a special connection. After we had brought her the news about Jack's disappearance she was so upset, Viv and I decided to let her skip the rest of the day of school and brought her home.

This time her mother greeted me more friendly and finally gave me her name: Lisanne, not that I really cared about that, but it made me feel as a more appreciated person, and well, I just like feeling that way.

Actually the visit to the school had been a bit pointless.

But now Mac finally made my day, when he told me he had found the address of our Melissa girl.

We had checked Jack 's e-mail and he had received a lot e-mails from a certain M, in the past couple of weeks. We of course we're still not absolutely sure that the M meant Melissa but I thought it was almost certain. Mac had found from which address al the e-mails had been sent.

Happy that we finally got a lead, I went to Jack told him about the M-mails and he told me that it was a good idea to pay her a visit.

I also asked her if I could take Sam with me, and he said that that was a great idea, considering she could use some air, and something to focus on.

We both ended our conversation, deciding there was something going on with Sam, and he gave me the order to try to find out what that was. When I asked him why he wouldn't ask it himself, he merely said that she wouldn't tell him and send me away.

How come Jack's so sure she would tell me? I questioned myself but with good hope I went on the search for her.

After Martin had finally said she had went outside, I found her, sitting on a bench with her eyes closed. For some seconds I thought she was asleep, but she opened her eyes when she heard my footsteps.

"Hey." I said, sitting down next to her.

"Hey." She said back, but she looked rather annoyed by my presence.

"Feel like joining me? I'm going of to visit Melissa." I asked, and now she looked up relieved.

She clearly had thought that I had come to ask her some questions about her rather unusual behaviour and now she was happy it wasn't about that.

-' Well, wrong girl, it's exactly why I want you to come.'-

"The lost girlfriend? You found her address?"

"Yep. So you're coming?"

"Of course I'm coming."

Right before we arrived at the address I got a call from Viv, she had read all the e-mails and it seemed that the last e-mail send from M, was about a date for a rendezvous, some days ago.

After that she nor he had send a letter, so Viv got this idea that the date didn't went that well, and yeah I had to admit I had the same feeling.

Not long after that, me and Sam arrived at the very fancy house of Melissa, any bigger and it would be a castle.

"She lives pretty, that's one thing." Sam said and I saw her look which could only mean one thing, someone's getting jealous.

"Well, pretty things can hide less pretty things." I stated.

We walked up to the door and rang. The door almost immediately opened revealing a woman of about thirty years wearing a running suit.

"I'm sorry can I help you? I was actually just about to take a run." She said.

"Are you Melissa?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, Is there a problem?"

"Well, we're with the FBI; I'm agent Spade, and this is Agent Taylor, we're here to ask you some questions about Jack Harrison." Samantha said, and she and I both showed our ID's.

"Come in, is something wrong with him?"

"Euhmm.. He's missing since yesterday." I said, trying the catch her first reaction, which was complete shock. Not the played shock that we often got, but complete utterly shock. I threw Sam a look, and she disappointedly put her head a bit down, bye bye suspect number, where were we now : four? Or even five?

Not more then five minutes later we had already our next suspect: Luis Gumb.

When I had asked her how their date had went, I knew that I wouldn't get the story of the perfect date, but this, no this never came to mind.

Flashback

"Too be honest, it was a real disaster." She laughs.

"A disaster, how?" Samantha asks.

While I'm thinking about the possibilities how a date could turn into a disaster.

You could find out, that you have completely different interests which makes you fight the whole evening about where you want to go to eat, not that pleasant.

You could realise he's a real clumsy person, as he five time stumbles over your feat while dancing, or three times spills his drink over your clothes, and then you end back home with sore feet or dirty clothes. But of course you could also consider it as sweet and then let the day still end pretty well.

Or you could of course, meet his or even your own ex. That is always complete humiliation, and I was speaking of experience.

And indeed, I again, speculated it right.

"My ex showed up at the restaurant where we were eating. Our relationship had ended a few months ago, but he had had a lot trouble with it being over, he would call me, or visit me at work, send me bizarre presents but when I finally had to courage to call the police about it, he suddenly stopped and that was now about six weeks ago.

Or that's what I thought,

Anyway. He started yelling at Jack telling him to keep his eyes of his girlfriend and so one, and I started yelling back and in no time we were all thrown out of the restaurant.

My ex left, probably deciding that he had ruined my date enough and Jack dropped me of at home, I told him how sorry I was but well, considering he hadn't called me since, I guessed it was a bit over between us."

I see Sam grimace as she probably remembers a date that also ended almost the same way, and I myself can hardly suppress a laugh.

Yep, people dating is disastrous.

"What's the name of the ex?" I ask, still having a hard time to not burst out laughing but keeping my face as professional as I can.

I decide glancing back at Sam wouldn't be a good idea if I want to keep my face that way, but looking at Melissa is almost equally hard.

"His name's Luis Gumb."

"What did you exactly mean when you said: Or that's what I thought? Did he start again?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I had some pranks calls yesterday and also this morning, so yeah I'm a bit scared that it's starting again."

"Well, maybe it's better to not wait this time." Sam says. "Go to the police about it."

She doesn't respond, but she looks as if she agrees.

End flashback

We left not long after that. We got Luis's address and Sam had also given Melissa her number and had told her that she could call her anytime. There was something in my gut that told me that Sam knew what it was like to have an ex-boyfriend who decides to do a little stalking, but since her personal life (with the exception of relationship Jack and Martin) was still a big mystery for me, I had no idea what to think.

While sitting in the car I had decided that it was time for me to learn a bit more about her weird behaviour of today, but I had no idea that she would actually tell me the truth, although I actually enjoyed hearing the truth.

Flashback

"So, how did it really go with Finn?" I ask, deciding this was probably the best way to start.

"Danny." She sighs, evidently showing me that she's not happy about the way where our conversation is heading.

"Sam, just be honest with me, I know the guy and I know you. Since you came back you're avoiding Martin, who was with you, and Martin's been throwing you some worried looks. What happened?"

She sighs again, defeated this time, as she knows she's not getting away with it.

"I guess he showed me his special way to treat women." She says.

That's good, that's really good, she's good. Because she doesn't want to give me anything, she tells things that only give me more questions and lead me further from knowing the truth.

"And that meant?" I ask.

"The looks that give you the idea that you're a whore, and the unnecessary touches, what makes you feel dirty and all." She says, and I realise that she's being honest, telling me what she felt. There was something going on with her, I know that now for sure.

For some reason she's trying to tell me what she's feeling, and since I don't remember the last time she did that, I have this assumption that she had never really did that before.

So what made her change, so suddenly, it wasn't only George Finn, that was for sure, she had met worser bastards then he, so what or who makes her act like this. She maybe is telling her feelings but I have this feeling that that other thing is something I'm not getting today.

"Look, Sam. You know you can always tell me."

"I just told you, Danny." She says, looking rather confused at my answer.

"No, you didn't. There's something going on, and I hope there's one day that you will tell me what that is."

She sighs again.

I can see that she's really troubling inside, but that she's just not ready to tell me, but she just made a start, and there wasn't anything more that I could wish for.

She was silent for the rest of the road, and now back at the office she was trying to avoid everyone, something really was troubling her, but we were too tired from pushing her to tell us.