FBI Conference Room

(Danny's thoughts)

Danny felt like he wanted to run away. He hated that they all knew what went on between he and Annie. He hated that he had to reveal so much of himself to them. Since he started with the FBI, he always tried to keep his personal life separate from work. He hated that they all saw the weakness in him. But, he couldn't really hide it. His whole relationship with Annie was spelled out in the journals.

Danny was exhausted, but he couldn't close his eyes. All he could see was her face, her beautiful blue eyes, her smile and tears. He told himself he didn't love her so many times he actually believed it. When he first met her, he just played with her and flirted with her. He knew he got under her skin. But he did that with everybody. Then he started to watch her – the way she moved, the way she laughed, the way she blushed when he looked in her eyes.

He became so attracted to her. At first, it was just about sex for him. He never went into any relationship thinking it would be more than that because then he would have to reveal himself. That was never what he wanted. When he first kissed her, he was just thinking about how much he wanted her. The first night they made love, he still tried to convince himself it was just about sex. She was a convenient diversion to a stressful situation. But after he made love to her, he couldn't take his eyes off of her – he watched her sleep all night.

He remembered the night she told him that she loved him. He couldn't remember the last time he heard those words. He didn't respond. He wasn't the type of person who was capable of love, especially of loving someone like her.

But he knew after what happened with Ferrar that there was something more there. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to take care of her. It stopped being about sex. He knew she couldn't handle that. That is when he knew things were changing between them, and he was terrified. That is when he knew he had to put distance between them. Even before he met her, he knew he had to leave the DEA. He couldn't take it anymore. He spent years trying to change his life only to end up pretending to be a criminal. He wanted something more for himself. When he decided to go to New York, he knew she was devastated. But he thought it was for the best. It was easier to end things now, than watch her leave later. 

Jack's Office

Martin rushed off the elevator and quickly entered Jack's office. Jack, Samantha and Vivian were talking.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have some new information. Where's Danny?" asked Martin.

Samantha replied, "In one of the conference rooms, I think."

"Would you mind getting him? He'll want to hear this."

"Sure." Samantha exited Jack's office to find Danny.

Martin pulled the pictures from his jacket pocket. "I found these in Agent Allen's hotel room."

Jack took the pictures. After scanning them and shaking his head, he gave them to Vivian.

Martin continued, "If the timeline is correct, then Allen took these a month ago. This is the last time Danny saw her."

Jack jumped in, "He lied to us. He told us that he thought she was in Chicago. He acted surprised when Danny mentioned she was with him."

Just as Jack was talking, Danny and Samantha walked in. Vivian hand the pictures to Danny. "Martin found these in Agent Allen's hotel room."

Danny looked at the pictures and remembered their last moments together a month ago. "This was the last time I saw her. Allen was there? That son of a bitch," Danny looked up.

Martin then said, "I think seeing this set Allen off."

Samantha asked, "What do you mean? He had to know Danny and Agent Riley had a history."

"Right, but he thought it was over. He thought that Agent Riley had moved on," replied Martin.

"I think Martin is on the right track. According to Agent Riley's journals, she thought that Allen was jealous. He even made a pass at her at one point. Maybe in his head, he thought they were growing closer. Then he sees this, and he realizes he still doesn't have her," Vivian said as she pointed to the pictures.

Danny couldn't take his eyes off the pictures. He should have known better. He shouldn't have let her stay with him, and he certainly shouldn't have slept with her. Danny voiced his thoughts out loud without even thinking, "This is all my fault."

"Danny," Jack said, "Allen is obviously a sick bastard. He's got some sort of fixation on her."

"I told Allen that we would need to talk to him today. How do we want to handle this Jack?" Martin said trying to deflect the focus from Danny.

"Call him. Tell him we need to tie up some loose ends. We'll question him, and if he still lies to us, we'll drop the pictures on him."

Samantha then asked, "What's the theory? Do you think Escobar is still involved?"

"Possibly. Maybe Allen did find some way to tip him of her true identity. Samantha, you and Vivian comb the phone records again, talk to Sanchez, and follow-up with the crime scene team. See if they can give you more information on the blood from Escobar's place," ordered Jack.

"Martin, let me know when Allen gets here. You and I will interview him."

Danny then interjected, "Jack, I want to be there."

"No way. He won't talk with you there. Help Samantha and Viv with the phone records."

Danny tossed the pictures on Jack's desk and then stalked out of the office.

FBI Interview Room

Jack address Agent Kevin Allen casually, "Thanks for coming in Kevin. We just need to finalize some information for our report."

"No problem," Agent Allen said looking at Martin and then Jack. "I'll help any way I can. Do you have any new information?"

"Not really. No," replied Martin. "We are waiting for more information from forensics."

Jack continued, "Kevin, we are a little perplexed as to how Escobar ID'd  Agent Riley. She was a seasoned undercover agent. She wouldn't have had anything on her to show she was DEA. Right?"

"Not that I can think of, no. But she was pretty tired. I mean she could have slipped."

"Agent Johnson reviewed several of Agent Riley's private journals. Did you know she kept a journal, Kevin?" asked Jack.

Kevin looked up nervously, "No. I wasn't aware of that."

"They were very helpful to us. Can you help us characterize your relationship with her for our report?"

"As I told Martin and Agent Spade, we worked together for a long time. We were very close."

Martin then asked, "Did you ever make a pass at her?"

"Where are you two going with this? I thought you had your case against Escobar?"

"We are just trying to find answers to some questions we still have. So did you ever try anything with her?" asked Jack. "She's a beautiful girl. You must have been tempted."

"No. I never did anything like that."

Martin then said, "That's not what she wrote. She wrote that you tried to kiss her. She also wrote that you made her uncomfortable. She even threatened to report you. Right?"

"She's a lying whore," Kevin replied without thinking.

"Why would she write that?" asked Jack. "It's awfully easy for you to call her a liar when she's not here to defend herself. Do you know where she is, Kevin?"

"What?" replied Kevin. "This is unacceptable. Escobar is the one you should be talking to. Maybe I should call Deputy Director Fitzgerald. You are wasting your time, if I am your suspect."

"I actually filled my father in, and he agreed you should answer our questions. Where is she, Kevin?" asked Martin as he got in Kevin's face.

Danny slipped away from Vivian and Samantha. He was watching from the two-way mirror.

"I have no idea where she is. Are you forgetting that I reported her missing?"

Jack then asked, "Where did you say Annie went one month ago?"

"Chicago. She told me she went to Chicago."

"You thought she was in Chicago?" asked Jack with sarcasm.

"Right," replied Kevin.

Jack then took the pictures from the jacket pocket and tossed them in front of Kevin. "If you thought she was in Chicago then why did you follow her, and take these pictures."

Kevin looked at the pictures in shock, "Where did you get these?"

"Pretty intimate photos," remarked Martin. "Did it drive you crazy to see them together? Knowing she lied to you so she could be with Danny. Did you realize as you watched this that you would never have her?"

Danny watched the rising tension in the room. His heart was pounding.

Kevin looked down at the pictures. "It's my job to know where she is. She lied to me. I just wanted proof to catch her in the lie."

"Why? You don't own her Kevin, or maybe you think you do. Is that it?" asked Jack.

Kevin didn't answer.

"Tell us where she is Kevin? What happened to her? Did you tip Escobar, or did you do something to her yourself."

Kevin replied, "I don't know what you are talking about. I took those pictures, but I had nothing to do with her disappearance."

Danny couldn't take it anymore. He knew Kevin was lying. Danny quickly opened the door and stormed in the room. Kevin got up from his seat. Before Jack and Martin could react, Danny had Kevin pushed up against the wall.

"Where is she? What did you do to her, you sick son of a bitch?" yelled Danny.

Martin went to pull Danny off Kevin, but Danny shrugged him away. "Tell me where she is, Allen?" Danny started to reach for his gun.

Both Jack and Martin finally pulled Danny off Kevin. With Jack and Martin holding him back, Kevin addressed Danny.

"She's gone, Danny. Gone because of you. You couldn't leave her alone, could you? You were never good enough for her. You were just using her. I cared about her. I loved her. You just wanted a whore. You want to know what happened to her? When she got back from screwing you a month ago, Escobar could tell right away. So, he beat the hell out of her. She came to me bruised and bloody, and I took care of her. Don't you people get it? Escobar probably killed her in some jealous rage, because Annie was stupid enough to fall for someone like you," Kevin said while looking at Danny with defiance.

Jack and Martin let go of Danny. Danny all of sudden felt sick to his stomach. It was his fault. He quickly left the room because he couldn't seem to breathe anymore.

Martin looked at Kevin, "Why didn't you tell us this before?"

"I was just trying to protect her," replied Kevin.

Jack didn't buy it, but before he could ask more questions, Vivian came to the door. "Jack, I need to speak to you."

Jack left the room, and closed the door. "What do you have?"

"Forensics got back to us. The blood from the bed – where most of the blood was found – was old. It's been there for at least a month. The only fresh blood were the splatters in the bathroom."

"Escobar beat her up a month ago. That's where the blood on the bed came from," Jack said starting to put it together.

"So then what happened to her? We talked to Sanchez – he still says Escobar found something on Annie's person that tipped him."

"I think I know what happened," Jack said as he opened the door and returned to the interrogation room.