Haylie walked into the Post Office the next day with Mac at her side. "Do we have any leads on who wanted Liz?" she asked, flinching as her friend's name left her lips.
Samar stood to walk her way with an earpiece in hand, "We have this at the moment and we're trying to see if there are any other victims. We have the funeral in a few days. How is Reddington?"
Haylie sighed as she made her way forward, "I honestly don't know. He ran away. I don't know where he is or what he's doing but I know he's in terrible pain and he left Mac here to help us out and keep me safe."
Samar nodded as Ressler walked up, "None of us are thinking straight with Liz's funeral on our minds. Should we just wait to reconvene until after?"
Haylie was about to say no, that working was good but Cooper appeared above them to do it for her. "We all do better if we're together and trying to piece together the truth."
Haylie nodded, "He's right. We're all going to get through this easier if we get to work. So, what leads do we have?"
Aram appeared from below his computer monitor, "I think I might have something. That earpiece is tied to a building on the lower East side. I think if we go there and see what they can see, we might figure out something."
Haylie smiled for the first time in the last 24 hours at the always competent and ready to help Aram. "Mac and I will go. We can get in without anyone knowing we're there."
Samar raised an eyebrow, "I thought he was the art thief…"
Mac smiled a cocky half smile, "Our work together was to trap other criminals so I have trained her to be just as good as I am. Agent Storm would make one hell of a criminal," he bragged.
Haylie blushed at Mac's talk but he was right, "Anyway, we'll get in and get Aram a feed of everything they are looking at and we'll be out before they know it. That way, Aram can analyze the data and we can reconvene after the funeral to see what we've found."
Cooper gave the go ahead to her operation and Aram handed them a chip to insert into any computer they had. Haylie turned and left the Post Office, "C'mon Mac, it's time to case the joint."
Mac had a spring in his step as he followed her out because he wasn't in love with her anymore but this is what they were best at.
Haylie pulled up across the street from the Brownstone where the criminals were doing whatever it was they were doing and looked at Mac, "What's our best option?"
Mac looked at the building, "They probably have cameras set up everywhere so I think we should go in as repair people."
Haylie frowned, "We don't have time for that and we aren't dressed for it."
Mac nodded as he looked over the building once more. "Give me the chip. If you stand in front of one of the cameras and find a way to distract them, I can get in and out."
"How am I supposed to distract these people?" she asked, already knowing what he was thinking.
Mac smiled, "Do whatever you think is best," he said as he disappeared.
Haylie sighed as she got out of the car and walked over onto the sidewalk in front of the building and dropped to the sidewalk as if she had passed out. It did the trick as four men came out of the house fawning over her.
She opened her eyes and looked at them all, hearing them debate calling 911. "Don't do that," she said, weakly, "I just got too hot. Could you get me some water?"
One of the men rushed away as she took off her blazer and and began undoing her blouse to reveal a tight tank top. She stayed that way, sipping her water until she heard a voice.
"Dear, what happened?" Mac said, his voice concerned as he walked up. "Let me get you to the hospital," he said as he helped her up.
She leaned into him to show how weak she was. "Thank you for your help, gentlemen," he said gratefully as he got her into the car.
Haylie remained 'weak' until they were a block away and then she dialed Aram, "You're in."