"Glad to see you could get a hold of Martin." Jack eyes me and then the rest of the team. "Lisa Harris, a single mom working for the bureau, disappeared sometime within the last fifteen hours. The babysitter called in her disappearance when she never came home." "What do we have so far?" Vivian questions. "Not much. We've got no enemies as far as her family is concerned. I want to take a different approach to this investigation. For all we know it could be someone she worked with before she came to the bureau."

"Or someone on the inside," Danny chimes. I eye Danny with a glare, but not before Jack catches sight of it. "Martin, I want you and Vivian," Jack pauses for a moment. "No, I want Vivian and Danny to talk with the Harris family. See what they know or don't know for that matter. See if their daughter knows anything. She might only be four but maybe she saw someone suspicious around. Talk to any neighbors and see if they witnessed anything going on. For all we know, this woman could have run away from her problems."

"A therapist?" Danny muses with a laugh. "Interesting theory, Jack."

"Martin, I want you to review the footage of surveillance and see if we can get a time of when she left the office."

Martin nods his head, clearly disappointed in the assignment but not challenging his role. "Samantha, you'll come with me to speak to Lisa's supervisor." I glance in the direction of Martin to see him grabbing his things and taking off down the hall. "Sam." I hear Jack's voice and am brought back to reality. I stand up, walking with Jack down to Lisa's superior, Kelly Roland. "Kelly Roland?" Jack knocks on her door, stepping inside and I follow behind him. "Yes." She looks up from her stack of paperwork with a sigh and a frustrated look.

"We're here about Lisa's disappearance."

"I figured as much. Come in, take a seat," she offers. We both do just that, as we start in on our series of questions. "When was the last time you saw Lisa?" Jack begins.

"When I left last night. She was still here doing paperwork; it would have to be around 6."

"That late, on Christmas Eve?" I question. "Paperwork doesn't do itself. Besides we have Christmas and the day after off. Well, we were supposed to. I came in when I heard about Lisa and thought maybe if I looked over the files, I'd find something relevant."

"What are you looking for?" I inquire. "I'm not sure exactly. We discussed the cases and the clients but there aren't too many people I'd consider dangerous."

"Who would you consider dangerous?" Jack questions.

"I can't say for certain, I never worked with him. Lisa had trouble breaking down the barriers and he wasn't willing to come in. We can't force people to be here, not really," Kelly points out with a soft laugh, glancing towards me. I suddenly wonder if she knows my file and they discuss me? I feel slightly uncomfortable but brush off the feeling, knowing that our job is more important than anything right now. "Who, Mrs. Roland?" I question. "He was a former agent with the bureau--Jacob Meijer. Unfortunately, there were a series of events that transpired while out on the field. One thing led to another and he potentially lost his job. He didn't seem to care either way about coming to his appointments, so the bureau dropped him."

"Just like that?" I meet Kelly's gaze. "We can't force people to work through their issues. We can only try to help those who want and need help." She offers the words with a soft, polite smile. "The impression I got of Jacob was that he could be dangerous to himself, but I couldn't say whether or not he would have done anything to Lisa."

"Do you have a current address?" I question. "On file." Kelly sifts through the mounds of paperwork and pulls one out. "Here," she states, "I'm only giving this to you because we all work together. You know the files and the clients all must be kept confidential, so I can't hand anything else over."

Jack glances towards me. "I'll look into this." I stand up, feeling slightly confused why Jack wants me out of the room, but also understanding he might be doing something that could potentially harm his career and he wouldn't want to ruin mine in the process. I step out of the room, heading down the hall. I see Martin coming towards me. "Absolutely nothing," he shakes his head with a sigh.

"What?" I'm slightly confused as to what he's talking about.

"The surveillance footage from the parking garage. She never left the building. In fact, it appears she never made it to the elevator or left the office after six."

"You're joking?" Martin shakes his head. "Where's Jack?" "Back with Kelly. I'm going to check out a lead we have. Want to come?" "Always," Martin grins, heading with me out the doors and to his car. I take a seat, glancing down at the information we have in the file. "Any chance she left by the stairway?" "There's cameras in there too. Nothing" Martin shakes his head. "I don't know where she would have gone."

"She disappeared" I whisper out, "literally."

"It appears that way," he answers. "You think I should call Jack and let him know I'm with you?" "Give him a few minutes," I respond, glancing towards Martin. "Why are you playing by the rules all of a sudden?"

"I didn't before?"

"You did. Mostly," I answer. "What happened on the Reyes' case?"

"Samantha, please don't," he eyes me with a steady gaze and then looks back out to the road.

"Everyone makes mistakes," I remind him. "We're all human."

"Maybe I should dial Jack. Let him know where I am." He pulls his phone out, hitting speed dial and waiting for Jack to answer. "There wasn't any footage from surveillance so I decided to go with Samantha to interrogate our suspect." He pauses, glancing towards me and then back to the road. "Yeah, just a second. Samantha." He hands me the phone. "Hello?" "I trust you, Sam." I hear Jack's voice.

"I know," I answer and there's a pause of silence between us. "Jack, what's on your mind?" "Listen, just don't disappoint me."

"We're going to see what we can find from Jacob Meijer," I remind him. "Did you get anything from Kelly?" "A few files off the record," he answers. "I can't share them with the rest of the team because they involve agents within the bureau and you know how there's rules against getting this information."

"Am I in there?"

"Would I do that?" Jack questions. "I don't know," I answer plainly. "That's why I'm asking you."

"Sam, do me a favor and keep an eye on Martin. I want an update the minute you both get done."

"Alright, will do." I hang up the phone and hand it back to Martin. "What was all that about?" "I'm not sure," I answer, glancing out the window as we pull in front of the Meijer residence.