The private landing strip used by the medical air transport company was located adjacent to McCarran Airport and, before long, Emma and Reid were sitting with Rossi, Garcia, and Blake in their terminal, waiting for instructions to board the plane.

When Reid's cell phone rang, he glanced at the screen and then smiled.

"Hi Dad!" he answered it cheerfully. "Yes, she's right here," he replied cautiously.

"Okay," giving Emma a curious look he stood up and walked a short distance away while listening to his father.

"WHAT?" the exclamation escaped before he could control it. "When?" Holding the phone to his ear, Reid quickly walked out of the terminal and into the night.

When he returned a few minutes later, Reid immediately went over to Rossi and began speaking in a low voice. Rossi then took out his cell phone and went outside while Reid walked over to where the three women were sitting, intently watching him.

"Emma," Reid began. "I just got a call from Dad."

"Okay?" Emma waited.

"Apparently, he went over to your apartment to check and see what needed packing and moving," Reid continued. "And, when he got there, the police were already there."

"The police?" Emma questioned.

"It appears that your car has been trashed," Reid told her seriously. "All the windows have been broken out, the tires have all been slashed, and the body has been beaten in."

"You're kidding!" Emma gasped. "That couldn't all have happened in the short length of time since we left there!"

"Apparently, it did," Reid assured her. "And, according to my father, the car is a total loss. Also – " he hesitated.

"My apartment?" Emma guessed.

"Whoever it was also broke into your apartment," Reid confirmed. "However, your next door neighbors heard the noise and, after beating on the common wall, went over to see what was going on. They saw two people running down the hallway, and they said that it looked like a man and a woman."

"How bad?" was the next question.

"Not as bad as the car," Reid replied. "Apparently, whoever it was didn't have time to do more than overturn some bookcases and begin throwing food from the refrigerator around."

"Well, then, it's a good thing I didn't have a lot of food in there," Emma observed dryly.

"Dad says he can handle the police reports," Reid continued. "And, he requested that the BOLO that has already been issued for Moira Donovan and Elliot Williams be updated and sent out a second time. Apparently, the LVPD remembers both of them quite vividly from last year, so there should be no problem with that. Rossi is also calling the LVPD now to stress how important it is. If you can give me the name of your insurance company I will pass it on to Dad and he will see about filing your claims for you."

As she spoke with her husband, Emma seemed oblivious to the fact the Blake had moved closer to her and was carefully observing her.

"What about my neighbors, Peter and Len?" Emma asked, concerned. "I assume they are the ones who came over. They have to be pretty shook up about this."

"According to my father, they have behaved admirably," Reid reported with a small smile. "Apparently, they are more upset about your things being destroyed than anything else."

"My guess would be that the two of them are already headed out of town," Rossi commented as he rejoined the group. "They know that the police will be watching the airports and bus stations, so they will most likely be driving. The LVPD is sending out a BOLO to all Nevada municipalities along routes heading out of state in the direction of Quantico."

"They may very well arrive in Quantico before us," Garcia worried.

"I don't think so," Blake was now checking Emma's color as well as keeping a finger on her pulse. "Not unless our other 'passenger' is very late in arriving. Has anyone seen or heard from him?"

"It takes approximately 36 hrs, 40 min, with minimal stops, to drive from Las Vegas to Quantico, and approximately 4 ½ hours to fly," Reid spoke up. "So, we should be there long before they arrive in the area."

"And, I think I hear a vehicle pulling up," Rossi announced as he walked over and looked out the door. "Ah – Yes – I do believe we will be leaving shortly."