"So, what are you doing this weekend, Mya?" Sarah asked to get a bit of conversation amongst the three women, the only ones in the bullpen at the moment.

Mya shrugged. "Nothing much, other than the concert tomorrow, but that's not really the weekend."

"That will be fun." She replied.

Mya nodded, not saying anything else.

Sarah frowned. She wanted to get a bit of conversation going. She knew Mya needed it after what had happened the week prior.

"Hey, you're back!" Josh said, surprised that when he walked into the bullpen to find Mya working away at her desk.

"Yeah, well, I had to come in and take down the New Year's decorations. Myles would've killed me if I kept them up when it turned to February next week."

Josh smiled, leaning on her desk. "That's not the reason, and you know it."

Mya stopped working on her computer, and looked at him. "Yeah, you're right. That's just the excuse I told myself this morning when I got up."

"Really, how are you?" Josh asked, concerned.

Mya sort-of smiled. "I think better, but I still can go off into a crying spell real easy as well. Taking the week off really helped."

"Yeah, it really helped me, too." Tara muttered.

"What do you mean?" Josh asked, hearing her.

"I, uh," she didn't mean to get into a conversation about it. She didn't even know she said anything aloud. "Working harder just helped me with some personal things." She quickly explained without getting into more details.

"Mya! Hi! Maybe you could help us!" Sue said as she, Jack and D came into the bullpen, poster in hand. "Could you and Tara see if you could do your magic, and see if you could figure anything about this picture, and also test it for fingerprints, and maybe figure out who printed it?" she asked.

Mya frowned as Jack placed it on her desk. "What's up about it?"

Jack shrugged. "It's just a hunch. We're not sure at this point."

Mya nodded, taking the picture and starting the process.

"Well, I should get back to my boring desk job. It's been an exciting early lunch break." D said, turning to Jack.

"Not as exciting as it should've been." He replied, still frustrated about the outcome.

"All the same. Thank you."

Jack smiled. "No problem. We should do it again sometime."

D nodded, walking backwards out the door. "You're on."

?-?

"SORRY ME LATE." Maddy quickly signed as she walked into the garage.

"HAPPENED WHAT?" Troy asked.

"ME CHAT WITH FRIENDS. FORGET TIME." She replied, a bit embarrassed.

Troy laughed. "NONE PROBLEM."

Maddy smiled as she went into the office. She found someone waiting there. "Can I help you?"

"Huh? Oh. I have a lottery ticket that needs cashing. I won a $5." The man said, handing her the ticket as she walked around the counter.

"Congratulations!" she said as she scanned the ticket in the machine. Once she did, she frowned. "You didn't win $5. You won $500,000!" she happily smiled at him.

"N-no. I can't." he said, backing up towards the door. "I-I gotta go." He then turned, ran out the door, and into his car.

"Sir!" Maddy yelled, his ticket still in her hand. She saw him start the engine of his car, and so she ran to the window. "HA70G4." She said, reading the license plate as he sped off.

Troy stomped on the floor to get Maddy's attention. "WRONG WHAT?"

She turned to him, a very confused look on her face. "DON'T KNOW."

?-?

Mya frowned at her computer.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, seeing her frown.

She quickly glanced at him, not knowing anyone was watching her. "Oh, uh, I was just reviewing the fingerprint results."

"And?" he asked, knowing she found something of interest.

Mya looked away. " I should finish my research before I jump to conclusions."

"Hey, if it's something important, maybe we should team up and figure it out together?" he suggested.

Mya considered it, then gave in. "There were two sets of prints on the paper. Most likely one set is of the person who put up the poster, and the other is the person who printed it.

"OK, and I assume you found a match?" Bobby asked, trying to get more information.

Mya nodded, not elaborating.

"Who?" he finally asked, exasperated by her pause.

"Special Agent Jonathan Summers." She finally replied.

"OK, so this has to do with one of our cases?" Bobby asked.

Mya slightly shook her head. "That's the thing. Jonathan disappeared almost 10 years ago, and no one has heard from him since, not even his wife and three daughters. They presumed him dead while working undercover on a case."

Bobby frowned at her. "So he's alive?"

"That's what we intend to find out," she replied.