Jubal stood still in his and Isobel's spot on the roof, unable to move, looking down at his burned hands. He needed to be downstairs with his people, but it was chaos. For someone whose very job was to lead, to plan, to organize, he couldn't even tell how long had passed between that moment and the phone call. "You're not going to jump, are you?" came a soft, measured, Australian voice from behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He slowly turned and looked at his friend, Jess LaCroix. If he was here, it was official: this was a disaster.

"When special agent in charge goes missing, people notice." It was a true answer, but not the real answer. "My people are downstairs with OA and the others, getting briefed." He studied the man, remembering when Angelyne passed, how lost he'd been, still would be if it weren't for Tali. "I owed you one. Both of you." They had covered for him when Tali was taken, both gone to bat for him, Jubal with Isobel herself and Isobel with her bosses.

"I'm glad she's all right," Jubal answered, remembering the last case they'd worked together.

LaCroix studied him. "They don't know…Do they? Not even your agents?"

"Know what?" He saw the look on his friend's face. "How did YOU know?"

"Had a hunch the last time we were here." It had been fairly obvious to him, although he hadn't said anything, to his friends or to his team. It was equally obvious that, whatever the reason, they'd been trying to cover it up. "I'm sorry."

Jubal shook his head. "Part of me says that she's strong, the most stubborn woman I know including Samantha, and she's smart. She'll survive this. But how many others thought that about people they…cared about?" He couldn't say the word love; he'd never even used it with her yet.

Jess nodded. He'd thought the same about Angelyne until the day he got the folded flag. "Tell me what happened?"

Jubal felt that tight feeling in his chest, the feeling like he'd been punched deep in his gut. Sometimes he could let his brain drift over what they'd done, what needed to be done next, but then the panic sat in and it felt like he couldn't breathe. "She had a meeting. I still don't know what it was about. She called after; she always does. She was headed over…" He paused. "Fifteen minutes," he whispered.

"What?" Jess asked, frowning.

"It was only supposed to take fifteen minutes before she arrived." He'd lost track of time somehow during the ordeal; sometimes it seemed like he was just on the phone with her and sometimes it felt like years had passed. "She used the remote start; she always does." It was just something she did, like parking where the cameras could see and making sure there was enough light. "I heard the explosion." He took a deep breath and released it. "I kept calling her name and she didn't answer. I came down to the garage; the car was still on fire." Jess had noticed his bandaged hands. "I called the team in, then I searched the car and the area surrounding. I thought…till I actually saw the car I thought that maybe the call had just dropped or there was a simple explanation why she wasn't answering, that it wasn't really happening…" Jess nodded, knowing the feeling well. "I remember calling OA and getting off the phone quickly in case she tried to reach me." Call waiting hadn't entered his mind, so desperate was he not to believe the truth. "We searched the whole garage, not a trace. It was Kristin's idea to check the video; I couldn't even think of that."

"Was the kidnapping on the video?" Jess knew the answer, but tried to let Jubal process in whatever way he needed.

Jubal nodded. "The blast knocked her down, unconscious." Isobel was tall, but she was slender and, although he would never say such to her, sometimes she struck him as fragile. This was no exception. "Two men, non-descript black Yukon SUV, masks over faces…She couldn't even put up a fight, Jess."

"You don't know about the meeting, you said," after a short moment had passed, Jess wanted to get him focused again on something other than Isobel being hurt. "Was there anything off?"

"A suspect called her into interrogation today. So many know her name, think because she's a woman she's an easy target. I've tried telling her not to give in to it, but…" He paused. "She never wants to leave one thing undone on a case, something that could help us get someone home quicker or prevent someone from being hurt. So she goes in there, even if the guy's just trying to get to us."

"Was it just that this afternoon? Trying to get attention?"

Jubal nodded. "We fought. Not as bad as some fights, but…it's not exactly what I wanted to say to her before she disappeared either." He felt better that they'd talked after that, that their last conversation wasn't a fight. "Besides, he's still in his cell. OA checked."

"What about other people in her life? Family, friends, exes?"

"Her dad was FBI; he died when Izzie was in college." He used the familiar nickname as he did outside of work. "Her mom had cancer, passed a few years ago. She only had one sister…Sofie. I've never met her; she doesn't live around here. Most of her close friends are, or were at some point, agents she's worked with." He remembered having to arrest one of those friends only a few months before. "You know the job."

Jess nodded. It was hard to make plans, get away, have any close relationships outside the job because it wasn't just 9-to-5, but 24/7. "Could there be anything she was keeping to herself? Anything you two might not have discussed?"

Jubal nodded. "Yeah, there was stuff we didn't discuss. I don't trust anyone who says they tell their partner everything, in or outside of work." He paused. "But I had Scola go through her office and I went through the apartment myself. There's nothing that could have led to this."

"Obviously no ransom demands."

"FBI does not negotiate with terrorists, remember?" Jubal rubbed his forehead. The only time he'd hated that phrase that much was when Tali had been kidnapped.

"Cases?" Jess asked, grasping at straws.

"Kelly, Emily, and some others are going through our current and her past cases. I've thought of everything, Jess. I just…I don't seem to be going anywhere and we are running out of time. She is running out of time."

"Does anyone know about the two of you?" Jess asked very seriously.

The door to the rooftop opened and both men looked over to see OA standing there. "Jubal. You've gotta see this."

The three men went back downstairs together and froze at the sight of Isobel on the large screen. Her eyes were closed and there was some sort of clear covering over her, like she was behind a glass door. She had blood on her face, but it didn't look bad at first, more like scratches from flying debris.

"What is this?" Jubal asked, unable to take his eyes off of her.

The camera angle started to slowly pan outwards where he could see that the clear substance wasn't just on top of her, but all around her. It looked like a coffin, much like the type that Snow White would have been in. She was bleeding, heavier, and it was easy to see that she was injured from the blast. Dirt was all around the coffin. "It just came on by itself. We're trying to trace it," one of the agents answered.

Isobel opened her eyes and Jubal gave a sigh of relief, even a slight smile, until he saw the fear as she realized where she was, buried alive. "C'mon, baby," he thought, trying to send those thoughts to her. "You can do it. You're okay. You'll be okay. Just breathe." Then he heard the sound that he would never get out of his ears if he lived to be a hundred, the ear-splitting sound of the woman he loved screaming in fear and pain.