Sam looked at Jack, who nodded at her in the unspoken language that passed between agents as a go. She pushed open the door and entered first, gun aimed out in front of her and swept the room with her eyes. Jack followed quickly behind her as they surveyed the empty living room area.

The usually immaculate room was in shambles. Lamps were knocked over, books thrown off the shelves, and drawers emptied. Several flowerpots had been dumped out and her usually spot-free beige carpet was now a dark brown. Sam's eyes and gun traveled to the small kitchen as she found most of her dishes in pieces on the floor.

She looked up and caught Jack's eyes when they both heard a small noise coming from the bedroom down the hall. They took up opposite positions on either side of the hallway entrance. This time, Jack went first after he nodded at Sam. He aimed his gun towards the bedroom and silently walked down the hall and stopped at the entrance to the bedroom, Sam following close behind. Jack gave Sam one last look, then burst through the doorway with his gun trained on the back of the intruder, "Federal agent, drop your weapon."

He dropped his gun instantly, put his hands up, and stuttered, "I'm a federal agent, hold your fire."

Jack ordered, "Slowly turn around." Sam had already lowered her gun, she recognized who it was.

The man turned around, "Dammit Temple, you almost got yourself shot. What are you doing here?"

"Uh, Gibson sent me here to find you and Sam." He grinned at her, "Not much of a housekeeper, are you?"

Sam walked over to him, "Shut up and put your hands down. Was it like this when you got here?"

"Yeah." Temple bent down and picked up a pair of black, lacy underwear that had been thrown out of her dresser, all the drawers were empty and on the floor. "Nice. Do you wear these to work?"

Sam grabbed them back, "Give me those. And watch it, or I'll bust you down to desk duty." Sam just gaped at the disheveled room, everything in her life was suddenly turning upside down. She made her way through the rubble to her bathroom.

Jack asked Temple, "You say Gibson sent you over here?"

"Yeah."

"Did you see anyone around when you got here?"

"Nope, just got here a couple minutes ago. Door was open, place was ransacked. You got enemies, Murphy?"

Sam poked her head out and traded looks with Jack and smiled. "You think we might have pissed off someone last night?"

Temple looked back and forth between Sam and Jack, "What happened last night? What aren't you guys telling me?"

Jack ignored him and asked Sam, "You think you can still get cleaned up and change?"

She nodded, "I'll manage. I just have to dig a little." She rummaged through the clothes and found something suitable and took it into the bathroom and showered quickly. She felt much better, despite the current condition of her home as well as her life. She put her hair up and walked out to join the boys.

Jack spoke up first, "You feel better?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, thanks. I don't know what to do with this mess, though."

Jack was adamant, "You're not staying here tonight. Pack a bag for a couple of nights. I don't thing you should stay here. Juan and Felipe might be back."

Sam found a bag and did as she was told. "What now?"

Jack asked Temple, "You ready?"

Temple nodded enthusiastically, "You bet."