Mac was asleep when Melinda came into his room. He was lying on his back in bed. She walked over to the bed and dropped her robe as she crawled into the bed. "Mac," she whispered. She thought she probably should have changed his name but she could not think of one that was better. She rubbed his chest. "Wake up."

Mac rolled over on his side and took a deep breath. Melinda could smell the alcohol on his breath. She moved closer to him so that he could feel her body against his. "Mac," she whispered again.

Mac's arm slid around her. "Claire," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melinda whispered. "Let's make love."

Melinda knew who Claire was. That was his late wife. She did not know how he was remembering anything about that. She thought some of his suppressed memories must be surfacing while he was sleeping. However, she felt his arms slide around her and he was so gentle she could not believe how different it was. It was more like the way…She remembered when Mac had told her that Thomas loved her. She thought Mac must really think she was his wife, Claire.

Don Flack came out of the elevator at the lab practically running. "Danny!" he exclaimed.

Danny came from the lab and saw Don running that way. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Let's go where no one can hear us."

Don followed Danny to the computer lab where Adam was still there of course. Sheldon came in also. Don looked at them and they were all wondering what had him so excited. He held the picture of Mac up. "I know where he is!" Don exclaimed.

Danny, Sheldon and Adam all looked surprised. "Where?" Danny asked.

Don thought he would explode. There was so much information and he wanted to let it all spill out at once. "Marty, my friend who works over at the Last Hitch Saloon came to see me," he said. "Mac was at that bar tonight!"

Danny and the others were completely flabbergasted. "Where is he now?" Danny asked.

"Marty said that Mac got stone cold drunk at that bar and he had to get him out to a cab. He says that Mac said he was the head of the crime lab and he told him he didn't believe him and then Mac told him he was a jewel thief. And just guess what address he told him to take him too!"

Danny almost smiled. "Melinda Holmes' castle," he said.

"Exactly! And not only that…Mac rode a motorcycle to that bar and he's coming back to get it in the morning!"

"This is luck!"

"Yeah!" Don said. He looked at his watch. "I guess we should get some rest but I don't think I could sleep if I tried now!"

Danny thought a moment. "I have to let Jo know what's going on," he said. "This is going to blow her mind."

When Danny told Jo what had happened, she jumped completely out of the bed. "I will be there in a few minutes!" Jo said. She threw her phone down. She got a quick shower and told Ellie that she was leaving and ran out the door. She barely remembered to lock all the dead bolts. She hurried down to her car and rushed to the precinct.

Don and the others were waiting for Jo when she came in. "Are you sure?" she asked when she walked in.

"Positive," Don replied. "It was him."

Jo took a deep breath. "I want to go out there and storm that castle and get him out of there!" she said.

"I think we should wait until he's away from there to make sure he's not in any danger."

Jo nodded. She could not believe this. "So we have been right all along," she said. "We need to tell the commissioner about this."

"I guess this puts out our plan to trap him with jewels," Don said.

"I guess so."

"So how many of us need to be there in the morning."

"You, Danny and I will go," Jo said. "Let's just keep this quiet so no one knows about it yet but I'll let the Commissioner know."

Jo went to her office. She could hardly get herself calmed down. They had finally found him. She got her phone and called the commissioner and told him what was going on. He was surprised himself. "Be careful in that situation," he said. "If Mac doesn't know who he is, he may fight. You don't want to hurt him."

"We'll be careful, sir. We'll have a plan before we go in there."

"Let me know how it goes."

Jo put her phone away. They had to plan this carefully. The Commissioner was right, Mac might try to fight if he did not know who he was…and there was no other explanation for his behavior. She had never seen Mac less than sober and he would never steal anything.

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The next morning, Don went to the bar just before it opened. Marty was already there. "He hasn't been here yet, has he?" Don asked.

"No," Marty replied. "He could never get the motorcycle until we're here."

"Right." Don looked around them. "Don't let anyone know what's going on here. We have to do this as quietly as possible. We don't want to lose him or have to hurt him to get him under control."

Marty shook his head. "What do you think happened to him?"

"We think this woman has drugged him and brainwashed him somehow. She's a chemist."

"So when are you going to get her?"

"After we get Mac. She doesn't know anything about this because we've kept it out of the news."

"I'll help you all I can," Marty said.

"Thanks."

Don was dressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans so he would not look conspicuous. He went into the bar and sat at a table. "Let me know when he shows up," he said to Marty.

"Will do," Marty replied. "But you'll probably see him. He'll have to come inside."

Soon, Danny Messer arrived. He walked in wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. He took a stool at the bar. Not long after that, Jo arrived. She was wearing jeans and a red tank top. They all had their badges hidden and their weapons concealed so no one would get suspicious. Don hoped no one recognized him. He had put so many people in jail he was afraid someone here could be a criminal that he had put away.

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Mac woke up feeling like he had done just what he did…got drunk out of his mind. His head felt like it was twice its size and his stomach was not happy either. He went into the bathroom and threw up. He leaned on the toilet and groaned. "I should never drink," he said. He got in the shower and then got dressed. He had to go to that bar and get the motorcycle this morning.

Mac went downstairs and got some coffee. He leaned on the counter in the kitchen. He felt like he could go back to sleep but he had to get out of here. Melinda came into the kitchen. She stared at Mac a moment. She wondered if he knew what they had done the night before. She knew he had thought he was with his wife. She did not understand that kind of love but she knew it was different and she wanted Thomas to get home today. "Morning," she said.

Mac looked at her. "Morning," he said. He sipped his coffee. "I'm sorry I got drunk. I was just…I don't know."

"Oh, don't apologize. I've gotten drunk before."

"I have to go back and get the motorcycle today."

Melinda's smile faded. "Where is it?" she asked.

"I left it at the bar. I couldn't exactly drive it when I left. I came home in a cab."

"Right. Just make sure you bring it back in good condition."

"I will."

Melinda got herself a cup of coffee. She stared at Mac as she thought about last night. She could not stop thinking about it. She knew that she was just like Mac had said she was…a cold blooded woman and she did not know what love was…but she thought she was learning.

Mac noticed how quiet Melinda was this morning. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"Have you ever been in love?" Melinda asked just to see what he would say.

"Yes I have but she died."

"You really loved her, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

Mac looked at her. "Why do you ask?" he asked.

"You told me last night that Thomas loved me," Melinda said. "It's different than what we did yesterday, isn't it?"

Mac set his coffee down. "I have to get going."

Melinda stopped him. "Isn't it?"

Mac looked at her. "Yes, it's different. I'm not in love with you and you…well, you know what I think of you."

"You might be surprised."

Mac walked on out the door and went to his room. He called a cab since he would be riding the motorcycle back. He went downstairs and waited for the cab. Just as the cab arrived, Thomas also arrived. "Morning," Thomas said. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go and pick up the motorcycle," Mac replied.

"What?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you when I get back."

"Okay. I'm tired."

Mac got in the cab and headed for the bar where he had left the motorcycle. He did not remember much about last night. He remembered going to the bar and leaving and remembered getting back home and when he was in Melinda's room. He almost laughed at himself for puking on her bed but she deserved it. She had tried to seduce him again but he did not give in to her that time. He did not remember anything after that but he supposed he went to bed because he woke up there this morning.

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Don and the others were still waiting, hoping that Mac would show up. Don knew Mac must have a hangover this morning. He thought maybe it would be later when he would show up but they would have to stay here all day if that was what it took. They had to get Mac out of that situation…