"Mr. Jacob Meijer," I call out, knocking loudly against the door. "We're
with the FBI."
"Hold your horses," I hear an older man's ragged voice as he approaches the door.
"Are you Jacob Meijer?"
"Who's asking?"
"We're with the FBI. I'm Agent Spade and this is Agent Fitzgerald. We're here regarding the disappearance of Lisa Harris."
"Who?"
"The therapist that works with the bureau. You met with her. May we come in?" He opens the door, allowing us into his home.
"No," he shakes his head. "I didn't meet with her. That's why I'm unemployed."
"Well you met with her at least once," Martin comments.
"Twice," Jacob corrects us. "Nothing came of it. She couldn't help me; no one can."
"Where were you last night around six?" I question.
"At home."
"Anyone with you?" Martin speaks up.
"Just me." He takes a seat in his recliner. "Polygraph me if you need to. I'm not involved in her kidnapping."
"We never said it was a kidnapping," Martin corrects him.
"I'm assuming it is, and I'm figuring you have no leads. That's why you're here investigating me. I know how the bureau works. You point fingers when you don't know who it is."
Martin glances in my direction and then back to our suspect. I scribble down a few notes and glance down at what I already have written. "Is there anything you can tell us about Lisa that might clue you in as to where she might have gone?"
"Don't you know about therapy? I was the one who was supposed to share, not her."
"Well you said you didn't share," I point out, "so I thought maybe she did."
"No," he shakes his head. "I'd remember that. Besides, it doesn't work that way. Not that it matters much; they can't help me. They listen and think I'm crazy."
"What for?" I question.
"Shooting my partner." Martin and I both exchange glances before thanking Mr. Meijer for his time and heading back to the car.
I dial Jack once we get inside. "Hey," I state, hearing his voice on the other end.
"What's going on? Tell me you have something?"
"Negative," I respond, "although you might have told us he shot his partner."
"Details," Jack laughs softly. "I couldn't tell you what was stated in his sessions during therapy."
"I'm guessing not much by the looks of things at his place. He doesn't look good but I don't think he's capable of kidnapping."
"He could use the ransom," Martin interjects.
Jack lets out a sigh, obviously having heard Martin's words. "Do you think he's innocent?"
"In which? The killing or kidnapping?"
"Kidnapping, Sam."
"I don't think he did it. What motive would he have? Wouldn't he more likely go after his boss or the suspect's family he was investigating?"
"True," he lets out another breath before adding, "but this makes him a likely candidate because we wouldn't suspect him and is that not how criminals think?"
"Jack, I don't think it's him. If you want, we can do surveillance on his place, but I doubt it'll turn up much of anything."
"No. I'll go with your gut instinct. Head on back to the office; hopefully by then Danny and Vivian will have checked in."
"Alright, will do."
"Oh yeah and Sam."
"Hmmm?" I respond.
"When you get back, can I talk to you in my office? Actually," he pauses, "send Martin in and then I want to speak with you."
"Ok," I answer before hanging up the phone.
"What was that about?" Martin glances my way.
I shrug with a sigh, "I'm not sure. Jack wants to see you in his office and then me." I glance out the window, curious if Jack thinks something is going on between Martin and myself. No, I doubt that's the case.
Once we get back, I head towards my desk, copying down the information and doing another search on our former FBI agent, to verify his story and his release out of the bureau. Sure enough, he shot his partner in a case of 'friendly fire' but I have a feeling there's more than what meets the eye. After all, he didn't seem to be plagued with guilt; there was something else I saw there, resentment?
I glance towards Jack's office to see Martin standing over Jack's desk. I can't see much of what's going on, but it looks almost as though Martin's yelling at Jack. Why would that be the case? I shake my head, dismissing the thought. It doesn't make much sense. I hear the door open and glance at the monitor, trying to appear busy.
"Samantha," I hear Martin's voice as he eyes me that it's my turn to speak with Jack.
"Everything ok?" I question towards Martin as he lets out a sigh and exits the office area. "Alright," I whisper aloud to no one in particular.
I make my way inside Jack's office, seeing him shove a file in his desk. "You wanted to see me?" I remind him.
"Yeah, I wanted to see how Martin was during the case."
"He was Martin," I repeat with a strange look on my face. "Jack," I question, moving closer to his desk. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he shakes his head with a sigh.
"You can talk to me," I remind him. "You know anything I hear won't leave this office."
"I know," he nods, glancing up and into my eyes. "He wasn't out of line or did anything that could get us under investigation by the OPR again?"
"Jack," I let out a soft laugh at the absurdity of the question. "Why would he do such a thing?" I pause, taking a seat in front of his desk to meet his eye level. "Is this about the shooting from nearly a month ago?" I let out a breath and shake my head. "I knew something wasn't right."
"Yeah, well I didn't want to let him back into the field just yet, but."
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize."
"It's fine," he answers with a sigh. I study the features on his face and see how tired and worn he looks. "Did you find anything else useful?"
"Not really," I shrug. "If Meijer isn't our guy, then we don't have any idea who is." Jack nods acceptance and closes his eyes for a mere second before opening them again. "Are you ok?" I question, seeing him plagued with something---exhaustion, guilt, regret?
"You know how things are," he answers and tries to steer the conversation back towards me. "How was your Christmas?"
"Good until you interrupted it," I eye him with a laugh.
"Your date stay the night?" He eyes me with curiosity and something else, jealousy? I can't tell what's running through his mind.
"Yes, but it's not at all what you're thinking," I answer.
"I'm sorry I called you away from him. Maybe if we have some sort of Christmas miracle we can all be home with our families tonight."
"Yeah," I whisper out with a sigh and move to stand up. "Anything else?" I question before I leave his office.
"No. Vivian and Danny should be back any minute. Hopefully they'll have something we can run with."
I nod my head and slip out from his office. I see Martin consumed in a file and notice Vivian and Danny coming from the elevator.
"We've got a hit," Danny grins towards me, tossing a file my way.
"Hold your horses," I hear an older man's ragged voice as he approaches the door.
"Are you Jacob Meijer?"
"Who's asking?"
"We're with the FBI. I'm Agent Spade and this is Agent Fitzgerald. We're here regarding the disappearance of Lisa Harris."
"Who?"
"The therapist that works with the bureau. You met with her. May we come in?" He opens the door, allowing us into his home.
"No," he shakes his head. "I didn't meet with her. That's why I'm unemployed."
"Well you met with her at least once," Martin comments.
"Twice," Jacob corrects us. "Nothing came of it. She couldn't help me; no one can."
"Where were you last night around six?" I question.
"At home."
"Anyone with you?" Martin speaks up.
"Just me." He takes a seat in his recliner. "Polygraph me if you need to. I'm not involved in her kidnapping."
"We never said it was a kidnapping," Martin corrects him.
"I'm assuming it is, and I'm figuring you have no leads. That's why you're here investigating me. I know how the bureau works. You point fingers when you don't know who it is."
Martin glances in my direction and then back to our suspect. I scribble down a few notes and glance down at what I already have written. "Is there anything you can tell us about Lisa that might clue you in as to where she might have gone?"
"Don't you know about therapy? I was the one who was supposed to share, not her."
"Well you said you didn't share," I point out, "so I thought maybe she did."
"No," he shakes his head. "I'd remember that. Besides, it doesn't work that way. Not that it matters much; they can't help me. They listen and think I'm crazy."
"What for?" I question.
"Shooting my partner." Martin and I both exchange glances before thanking Mr. Meijer for his time and heading back to the car.
I dial Jack once we get inside. "Hey," I state, hearing his voice on the other end.
"What's going on? Tell me you have something?"
"Negative," I respond, "although you might have told us he shot his partner."
"Details," Jack laughs softly. "I couldn't tell you what was stated in his sessions during therapy."
"I'm guessing not much by the looks of things at his place. He doesn't look good but I don't think he's capable of kidnapping."
"He could use the ransom," Martin interjects.
Jack lets out a sigh, obviously having heard Martin's words. "Do you think he's innocent?"
"In which? The killing or kidnapping?"
"Kidnapping, Sam."
"I don't think he did it. What motive would he have? Wouldn't he more likely go after his boss or the suspect's family he was investigating?"
"True," he lets out another breath before adding, "but this makes him a likely candidate because we wouldn't suspect him and is that not how criminals think?"
"Jack, I don't think it's him. If you want, we can do surveillance on his place, but I doubt it'll turn up much of anything."
"No. I'll go with your gut instinct. Head on back to the office; hopefully by then Danny and Vivian will have checked in."
"Alright, will do."
"Oh yeah and Sam."
"Hmmm?" I respond.
"When you get back, can I talk to you in my office? Actually," he pauses, "send Martin in and then I want to speak with you."
"Ok," I answer before hanging up the phone.
"What was that about?" Martin glances my way.
I shrug with a sigh, "I'm not sure. Jack wants to see you in his office and then me." I glance out the window, curious if Jack thinks something is going on between Martin and myself. No, I doubt that's the case.
Once we get back, I head towards my desk, copying down the information and doing another search on our former FBI agent, to verify his story and his release out of the bureau. Sure enough, he shot his partner in a case of 'friendly fire' but I have a feeling there's more than what meets the eye. After all, he didn't seem to be plagued with guilt; there was something else I saw there, resentment?
I glance towards Jack's office to see Martin standing over Jack's desk. I can't see much of what's going on, but it looks almost as though Martin's yelling at Jack. Why would that be the case? I shake my head, dismissing the thought. It doesn't make much sense. I hear the door open and glance at the monitor, trying to appear busy.
"Samantha," I hear Martin's voice as he eyes me that it's my turn to speak with Jack.
"Everything ok?" I question towards Martin as he lets out a sigh and exits the office area. "Alright," I whisper aloud to no one in particular.
I make my way inside Jack's office, seeing him shove a file in his desk. "You wanted to see me?" I remind him.
"Yeah, I wanted to see how Martin was during the case."
"He was Martin," I repeat with a strange look on my face. "Jack," I question, moving closer to his desk. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he shakes his head with a sigh.
"You can talk to me," I remind him. "You know anything I hear won't leave this office."
"I know," he nods, glancing up and into my eyes. "He wasn't out of line or did anything that could get us under investigation by the OPR again?"
"Jack," I let out a soft laugh at the absurdity of the question. "Why would he do such a thing?" I pause, taking a seat in front of his desk to meet his eye level. "Is this about the shooting from nearly a month ago?" I let out a breath and shake my head. "I knew something wasn't right."
"Yeah, well I didn't want to let him back into the field just yet, but."
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize."
"It's fine," he answers with a sigh. I study the features on his face and see how tired and worn he looks. "Did you find anything else useful?"
"Not really," I shrug. "If Meijer isn't our guy, then we don't have any idea who is." Jack nods acceptance and closes his eyes for a mere second before opening them again. "Are you ok?" I question, seeing him plagued with something---exhaustion, guilt, regret?
"You know how things are," he answers and tries to steer the conversation back towards me. "How was your Christmas?"
"Good until you interrupted it," I eye him with a laugh.
"Your date stay the night?" He eyes me with curiosity and something else, jealousy? I can't tell what's running through his mind.
"Yes, but it's not at all what you're thinking," I answer.
"I'm sorry I called you away from him. Maybe if we have some sort of Christmas miracle we can all be home with our families tonight."
"Yeah," I whisper out with a sigh and move to stand up. "Anything else?" I question before I leave his office.
"No. Vivian and Danny should be back any minute. Hopefully they'll have something we can run with."
I nod my head and slip out from his office. I see Martin consumed in a file and notice Vivian and Danny coming from the elevator.
"We've got a hit," Danny grins towards me, tossing a file my way.
