"Mr. Rossi?" the voice was soft and uncertain as the young woman placed glasses of vodka in front of Rossi and Reid.

"Hello Lauren," Rossi replied. He pulled out an empty chair at their table. "Why don't you sit down and join us?"

"I'm sorry, but my boss doesn't allow us to mix with the customers during working hours," was the reply.

"Sam won't mind," Rossi told her sternly. "I already made arrangements with him for you to join us."

"Okay, Lauren," he had waited until she had sat down. "Who did you tell?"

The young woman blushed. "Here my name is Larissa or Lara," she told the agents. "And, I just let someone know –"

"WHO?" Rossi demanded.

Lara looked nervously towards the middle of the room and then back at the agents. "I really can't say," she told them.

"Aha!" Rossi commented. "Maybe you won't say or you can't say, but you just told us who they are, as well as the fact that they are here."

"What did you tell them?" Reid pursued the issue.

"Just that you were at the bank and had gone into your safety deposit box," Lara looked scared.

"Thank you," Rossi concluded the conversation by putting two $20 bills on her tray. "Keep the change."

"There is one other thing," Lara added hesitantly as she stood up. "I don't think I was the only one."

"Who else?" Reid asked, glancing at Rossi.

"Her name is Yulia," Lara said. "She works as a teller at the bank, and I'm fairly certain she also called someone both times when you came in. And, I'm sure it wasn't the same person I called."

"Thanks, Lara," Rossi's voice was considerable softer. "And, don't worry. We won't involve you in any of this."

"I'm really sorry," Lara spoke quietly. "But, you need to understand, my family escaped the Communist regime and came to this country with their family." She scurried back to the bar area and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Now what?" Reid asked.

"You can call Garcia and see what she has discovered about the bank's employees," Rossi suggested as he stood up and looked across the room.

"And you?" Reid questioned.

"I always think the most direct way is the best." Rossi told him. "And, now that I have a better view, I think I recognize someone from the past."