FBI Office

Danny and Samantha finished re-canvassing the area around the club by late morning. They returned to the office to meet with the rest of the team, but Martin, Vivian, and Jack hadn't returned yet.

"I wish we would have gotten more this morning. No one seemed to see anything," remarked Samantha.

"I know. The answer has to be in that alley. Hopefully, the crime scene team found something. I think Vivian is rounding up the report on that. From what Angela said on the phone message, she must of talked to Anderson," replied Danny.

"I guess we will find out soon enough. How did it go last night when you took Anna Ridley home?"

"Fine. I took her home and checked her phones. That was it."

"Huh…it seemed like you were pretty preoccupied with her last night. You were pretty concerned."

"She was upset, Samantha. I'm not completely insensitive, contrary to what you obviously think," Danny said defensively.

"I don't think you're insensitive, Danny," Samantha answered quietly. "I just noticed how much you seemed to care about her., and if you wanted to talk about it…her, I'm here."

Danny nodded and replied in a low voice, "I know. It's personal, and it's all in the past. So, I'd rather not talk about it." Danny then got up and went to his desk.

Samantha let it go. She didn't press him further. She'd known Danny for years, and sometimes she felt like they were the closest of friends. Times like these proved how little she knew about him. Danny often acted like he was the most open, easygoing guy in the world. Samantha learned over the years what a well-constructed act that was.

The two agents were finally joined by the rest of the team. They communicated the little they learned that morning. Vivian had the most disturbing information.

"I just finished with the crime scene team. They found traces of blood and semen in the alley. They put the timeline at early Saturday morning. Now get this: The semen is a match for what they have in Angela's rape kit. The blood is Angela's blood type. There wasn't a lot of blood. So it doesn't look like she was killed in the alley and then taken elsewhere."

Martin interjected, "Is that enough for a warrant on Anderson? If we can get a DNA sample from him, we could probably press him harder."

"We can try for the warrant. I'll call the DA's office," Jack answered.

"One last thing," Vivian said. "They found a used needle around the same area as the blood. They are doing analysis on it now."

"On the answering machine tape, Angela said she stopped using," Danny said hopefully.

"Well it could be from someone else, but I guess we will find out," replied Vivian.

Later in the day, Jack got the warrant from the DA's office for Jake Anderson. He sent Danny and Martin to serve the warrant and bring Anderson in.

Danny and Martin walked into Anderson's office at the club without being announced.

Anderson immediately interjected, "Hey, you can't just walk in here…."

Danny walked right in and got in Anderson's face, "Actually, we can and we just did. Mr. Anderson, we have a warrant for your arrest. We need to take you down to our office so you can give us a little blood." Danny handed him the warrant.

"I want my lawyer."

"Oh, he's welcome to meet us down there. Let's go," Martin replied.

While they were driving back to the office, Anderson wouldn't stop talking about his civil right's violations. Then he added, "First, that rape counselor bitch comes down this morning, and now this. I had nothing to do with Angela's disappearance. I don't care where she is. I'm through with her."

Danny hadn't been listening to the babbling until he heard that last statement, "Who came to see you this morning?"

"Some hot little blonde number who was accusing me of rape. I didn't make Angela do anything she didn't want to do. I told her the same thing I told you. I don't care where that bitch is, but I told that little blonde she was in the wrong kind of work. She should come to work for me. She's wasting her talents."

Martin glanced over as Danny tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Martin knew that look very well. Danny was pissed. Danny didn't say another word to Anderson, but when he got Anderson out of the car he "accidentally" knocked Anderson's head into the car door. "Sorry about that, man."

When they got Anderson inside, Martin asked Danny, "Do want take this interrogation with Jack?"

"No, you take it. I have to take care of something."

Martin had a feeling that Danny was going to pay Anna Ridley a visit.

Anna's loft

The doorman called up and announced Danny. Anna's heart pace quickened as he got off the elevator. Anna felt like that eighteen year old girl who watched her secret crush each morning. As Danny approached her and entered the loft, she could tell he wasn't happy.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Danny started trying to control his temper, as he quickly moved past her into the loft.

"What are you talking about?"

"We served a warrant to Jake Anderson this afternoon. He told us he had a visit from you this morning."

Anna looked down, "I just thought…"

"You weren't thinking," Danny cut her off. "Do you realize how dangerous he is? God, you heard Angela talk about him. You know what he is capable of, and yet you confront him. What were you thinking?"

At first, Anna was hurt by Danny's tone, but now she was angry, "Well, if you let me finish….I thought if I told him that I know the truth, and that I would file a complaint on Angela's behalf that maybe…."

Danny shook his head, "Maybe what? That he would confess to you…that he would tell you where she is? He doesn't care about her. He's not going to confess anything to you or anyone else. That's why we need physical evidence."

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help. I didn't do enough for her when I should have. I was just trying to make up for it now. I'm sorry if I screwed up your work or whatever," Anna said as she started to cry.

"No, I didn't mean…you didn't screw anything up. I just….I was worried about you. I don't want you to go anywhere near him again. Do you understand?" Danny approached her hesitantly and tilted her chin up as he wiped a few tears away.

"I understand," Anna whispered.

Danny looked down into her blue eyes. She took his breath away. He knew it was a mistake, and it wasn't the right time but he couldn't help it. He started to kiss lightly. Anna put her arms around his neck to pull him closer. They started to kiss passionately. Anna felt like she was finally quenching a thirst that she had had for years. Danny's hands started to roam up and down her body pulling her closer to him so there was no space between them. Danny broke from her lips, and started kissing a path down her neck to her cleavage as he guided her over to the couch. Anna started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. She longed to feel his skin on hers. Then she pulled his shirt out from his pants so she run her hands along his chest and stomach. She was momentarily startled when her hand passed over the hard, metal of his gun. Her breath caught, and Danny looked deeply in her eyes. At that moment, Danny regained his composure. As much as he wanted her, he couldn't do this now.

As he started to get up, Anna grabbed his arm, "I don't want you to stop. I know this isn't the right time, but…"

"I know. I want it, too," he said as he gently caressed her face.

"I need to tell you something. "

"What?"

"I'm engaged."

Danny felt like he was punched. "Oh. Congratulations. Listen, I better get back…"

"Danny, I'm telling you because of what has been going on between us. I never thought I could feel like this again. I gave up on feeling this kind of need for someone."

"Who is he?"

"He lives in Boston. You don't know him. He's a lawyer. We were supposed to get married two years ago. I left him at the altar, and told him I couldn't go through with it. That's part of the reason I came here. But, recently, he's been coming down to see me. We decided to continue our engagement., but we haven't made any more plans."

"You love him?" Danny asked even though he was terrified to hear the answer.

"I thought I did. He's a good guy. He's never…."

"He's never hurt you. He's never cheated on you. He's never left you. There are so many ways you could finish that sentence, and they would all apply to me. Maybe you are better off with him," Danny said as he walked toward the door.

Anna let Danny walk out the door. When the door closed, she said, "He's never loved me like you love me."