Three weeks later
"Come on Cody, even you can back the van in the building," Jake laughed as Cody tried to back the van inside the building.
"Laugh it up," Cody muttered, getting out of the van, "maybe I should take your bike out for a spin."
"Over my dead body!" Jake protested, opening the back doors to the van.
"Yea, I'll con you yet into letting me take it out," Cody laughed, stepping out from behind the van, "Holy hell!"
"What's wrong?" Jake asked, looking in the direction Cody stepped in, "Is that?"
"I need to speak to Donovan," the man said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe that's him," Alex whispered, shaking her head.
"He looks like hell," Monica commented, studying the man leaning back in the chair, eyes closed.
"Did you call Donovan?" Alex asked.
"Yea, he's on his way, but I didn't tell him who was waiting for him." Jake replied, not sure what else to do.
"Maybe he snapped and wants to take Donovan with him," Cody remarked, "What? It's possible."
Alex shook her head and turned to look back at the man. Jason Williamson was back in their lives. No twinkle in his eye, no flirty or snarky comments. He looked like he hasn't shaved or showered in a few days and his clothes were wrinkled and unkempt. He just sat down with a blank look on his face. Something was wrong, she had that feeling in her gut.
"What's so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Donovan barked, storming into the building.
Donovan didn't like being kept in the dark about things, especially from his team. He was in the middle of planning Michael's first birthday with Morgan when Jake called.
"You know we wouldn't have called you unless it was important," Cody started to say.
"Donovan?" Jason asked, walking into Donovan's sight.
"Jason," he acknowledged the younger man. Donovan did a quick look at Jason's appearance and was shocked by it. All the time he knew him, he was always clean cut and well dressed no matter what. "What can I do for you?"
"I need your help." Jason stated.
The four of them watched as Jason and Donovan walked up the stairs into the office. Each dying to be a fly on the wall in that conversation.
"Think he's in trouble with some foreign government?" Cody asked.
"It's only been four months since the Robertson case," Jake commented, "I wonder what he's gotten himself into."
"What kind of help do you need?" Donovan asked, placing a file onto his desk.
"My girlfriend is missing," he replied, "Well, ex-girlfriend. Don't roll yer eyes at me Frank! I need yer 'elp in finding 'er."
"I'm not a lost and found service." Donovan snapped, "I have cases to work on."
"Let me explain," Jason begged, pacing around the office, "I did something and like the fool I am, I told 'er what I did. She left me. She left a note tellin' me she was comin' back 'ere to the States and nothing I can say or do would change 'er mind."
"I'm not getting involved in this," Donovan replied, walking to the coffee maker.
"She's missing Frank!" Jason exclaimed, "I can understand if she doesn't want to see or 'ear from me, but anyone who knows 'er hasn't 'eard from her."
Donovan picked up the file and headed towards the stairs. "I'm sorry Jason, I can't get involved."
"Something could've 'appened o 'er!" Jason yelled down the stairs after him.
"Then contact your Embassy so they can help." Donovan sighed.
"She's American." Jason explained. "She landed 'ere at O'Hare and then disappeared."
"He can't take the hint she doesn't want to see him anymore," Cody smirked.
"Stay out of this!" Jason hissed, "Emma's bags were left at the airport. I've been to every family member and friend's 'ome in the country. New York, Alabama, Virginia and 'ere. Emma's parents 'aven't seen her in six months."
"Ya know his accent really comes out when he's upset," Jake commented.
"Frank, I know something 'appened to Emma. I can feel it in my gut. I'm begging you to 'elp me." Jason pleaded.
"I can't." Donovan replied, "All I can say is to file a missing person's report with the police and wait."
"Fine." Jason spat out, heading for the door, "I'll find Emma myself."
"We're in between cases right now," Alex commented, feeling sorry for Jason.
"No, we have a new case." Donovan replied, tossing the file onto the table. "DEA made a deal with Jimmy Nigri. Nigri has given information on a baby selling trade. They kidnap pregnant women, keep them until they give birth and sell the baby."
"Why haven't the mothers come forward before now?" Jake asked.
"They can't." Donovan sighed, "After they give birth, they kill the mother."
"And no one knows their missing?' Alex asked in disbelief.
"From what Nigri has told us, they go after single mothers. Women who won't be missed, that travel or no family that'll look for them."
"I hate cases like this." Monica mumbled.
"We all do," Donovan commented, "DEA won't send us the complete file until Monday. I didn't want to tell you until then, but I was called in. It's going to be an emotional case, so get your rest in while you can."
"Lucky us," Cody huffed.
"And don't forget Michael's party is Sunday. Come or face the wrath of Morgan." Donovan smiled.
"We can leave?" Cody perked up.
"Unless you want to stay and purge the computers." Donovan replied.
"Hey Alex, feel like celebrating?" Monica laughed.
"Not tonight," she replied, grabbing her keys, "I have a few errands to run. See you guys Sunday."
"Come on Cody, even you can back the van in the building," Jake laughed as Cody tried to back the van inside the building.
"Laugh it up," Cody muttered, getting out of the van, "maybe I should take your bike out for a spin."
"Over my dead body!" Jake protested, opening the back doors to the van.
"Yea, I'll con you yet into letting me take it out," Cody laughed, stepping out from behind the van, "Holy hell!"
"What's wrong?" Jake asked, looking in the direction Cody stepped in, "Is that?"
"I need to speak to Donovan," the man said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe that's him," Alex whispered, shaking her head.
"He looks like hell," Monica commented, studying the man leaning back in the chair, eyes closed.
"Did you call Donovan?" Alex asked.
"Yea, he's on his way, but I didn't tell him who was waiting for him." Jake replied, not sure what else to do.
"Maybe he snapped and wants to take Donovan with him," Cody remarked, "What? It's possible."
Alex shook her head and turned to look back at the man. Jason Williamson was back in their lives. No twinkle in his eye, no flirty or snarky comments. He looked like he hasn't shaved or showered in a few days and his clothes were wrinkled and unkempt. He just sat down with a blank look on his face. Something was wrong, she had that feeling in her gut.
"What's so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Donovan barked, storming into the building.
Donovan didn't like being kept in the dark about things, especially from his team. He was in the middle of planning Michael's first birthday with Morgan when Jake called.
"You know we wouldn't have called you unless it was important," Cody started to say.
"Donovan?" Jason asked, walking into Donovan's sight.
"Jason," he acknowledged the younger man. Donovan did a quick look at Jason's appearance and was shocked by it. All the time he knew him, he was always clean cut and well dressed no matter what. "What can I do for you?"
"I need your help." Jason stated.
The four of them watched as Jason and Donovan walked up the stairs into the office. Each dying to be a fly on the wall in that conversation.
"Think he's in trouble with some foreign government?" Cody asked.
"It's only been four months since the Robertson case," Jake commented, "I wonder what he's gotten himself into."
"What kind of help do you need?" Donovan asked, placing a file onto his desk.
"My girlfriend is missing," he replied, "Well, ex-girlfriend. Don't roll yer eyes at me Frank! I need yer 'elp in finding 'er."
"I'm not a lost and found service." Donovan snapped, "I have cases to work on."
"Let me explain," Jason begged, pacing around the office, "I did something and like the fool I am, I told 'er what I did. She left me. She left a note tellin' me she was comin' back 'ere to the States and nothing I can say or do would change 'er mind."
"I'm not getting involved in this," Donovan replied, walking to the coffee maker.
"She's missing Frank!" Jason exclaimed, "I can understand if she doesn't want to see or 'ear from me, but anyone who knows 'er hasn't 'eard from her."
Donovan picked up the file and headed towards the stairs. "I'm sorry Jason, I can't get involved."
"Something could've 'appened o 'er!" Jason yelled down the stairs after him.
"Then contact your Embassy so they can help." Donovan sighed.
"She's American." Jason explained. "She landed 'ere at O'Hare and then disappeared."
"He can't take the hint she doesn't want to see him anymore," Cody smirked.
"Stay out of this!" Jason hissed, "Emma's bags were left at the airport. I've been to every family member and friend's 'ome in the country. New York, Alabama, Virginia and 'ere. Emma's parents 'aven't seen her in six months."
"Ya know his accent really comes out when he's upset," Jake commented.
"Frank, I know something 'appened to Emma. I can feel it in my gut. I'm begging you to 'elp me." Jason pleaded.
"I can't." Donovan replied, "All I can say is to file a missing person's report with the police and wait."
"Fine." Jason spat out, heading for the door, "I'll find Emma myself."
"We're in between cases right now," Alex commented, feeling sorry for Jason.
"No, we have a new case." Donovan replied, tossing the file onto the table. "DEA made a deal with Jimmy Nigri. Nigri has given information on a baby selling trade. They kidnap pregnant women, keep them until they give birth and sell the baby."
"Why haven't the mothers come forward before now?" Jake asked.
"They can't." Donovan sighed, "After they give birth, they kill the mother."
"And no one knows their missing?' Alex asked in disbelief.
"From what Nigri has told us, they go after single mothers. Women who won't be missed, that travel or no family that'll look for them."
"I hate cases like this." Monica mumbled.
"We all do," Donovan commented, "DEA won't send us the complete file until Monday. I didn't want to tell you until then, but I was called in. It's going to be an emotional case, so get your rest in while you can."
"Lucky us," Cody huffed.
"And don't forget Michael's party is Sunday. Come or face the wrath of Morgan." Donovan smiled.
"We can leave?" Cody perked up.
"Unless you want to stay and purge the computers." Donovan replied.
"Hey Alex, feel like celebrating?" Monica laughed.
"Not tonight," she replied, grabbing her keys, "I have a few errands to run. See you guys Sunday."