Danny woke up slowly and instinctively reached out to pull Anna into his arms. He became startled when he only found her pillow. Instead of letting it go right away, he inhaled her scent and then opened his eyes to look around the room. At first, he feared the night before had been a dream. Her willingness to believe in him still surprised him considering their complicated history. He'd half expected her to cry out in anger when she'd found him sitting in front of her door. When he'd met her concerned, sad eyes, he knew she was more confused than angry. And then after they'd talked and went to bed, he wasn't sure if she'd want him to touch her after telling her about being tempted by Karen Washington. But then Anna had reached for him in the darkness and pulled him into a comforting embrace. He'd gone from feeling cold and alone sitting in front of her doorway to feeling warm and loved wrapped tightly in her arms.

He knew he'd have much more trouble to face concerning his job, but his confidence in his relationship had been restored ten-fold when Anna had told him that she believed him—which is why he felt nervous when he didn't find her in bed next to him. Rising, he headed into the bathroom, where he found a post-it note stuck to the mirror. "Smile. We'll find a way out of this. Had some business to tend to. Call u later. Remember I love you." That explained it, he thought, she'd most likely been paged by a client. He smiled as he read and then reread the whimsical note. He desperately wanted to adopt her positive attitude, but he wasn't sure how he could considering the sloppy way he'd handled the situation with Karen Washington.

As he stared into the mirror, he realized there was only one thing to do.

An hour later, he was sitting in the reception area of the posh public relations firm where Karen Washington worked. Her receptionist told him that she was due any minute. He watched as she walked quickly down the hallway into the reception area at promptly at 8:30 AM. Before she could blindly duck into her office, Danny stood up and called out to her. "You're looking awfully chipper for someone who has been so traumatized."

Karen stopped dead in her tracks with her back to him. She glanced over at her now very curious secretary and then slowly turned around to face him. She smiled sweetly at him and then responded. "My lawyer says I shouldn't talk to you, just in case we have to bring a lawsuit against the FBI."

Danny nodded. "I really shouldn't be here either, but I had to look you in the eyes to see if you were really capable of this. I tried to help you. I did everything…we did everything we could to find your daughter. And this is how you repay us? All because I didn't go up to that hotel room? Why are you doing this to me?"

"You know what happened between us that night. Don't deny it."

"I'm not wearing a wire, Mrs. Washington. You don't have to continue to lie."

She glanced over at her secretary again who was trying to look like she wasn't eavesdropping before answering him in a whisper. "Why don't you come into my office? We can discuss this."

Danny laughed and shook his head. "You're kidding, right? I may have been stupid enough to stay at that bar with you, but I'm not stupid enough to ever be alone with you. The only reason I'm here is to tell you that I am going to do everything I can to make sure the truth comes out. You make for an awfully convincing victim, and I played right into your hand. But I will make sure that people will know the truth. I'm not going down for this," he said before turning to walk away.

"Does Anna know the truth?" she asked with a sinister grin.

Danny stopped, but didn't turn around. "How do you know her name?"

She walked toward him so her receptionist couldn't hear and dropped her voice even lower. "I know everything about her. And I'm going to make sure she knows everything about you. After I tell her my version of what happened that night, I might just drop that complaint against you. Seeing that sweet, young woman drop your sorry ass will be enough for me. You'll wish you had taken me up on my offer."

Danny smirked as he turned around. "Tell her. She won't believe you."

"You really think she could handle it, Danny."

"I think you'd be surprised," he said before turning to walk away.

As Jack and Samantha drove to Anna's office, they went over how they were going to confront Mrs. Washington. After they hammered out the details, Samantha asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Jack answered casually.

"Why did you recruit me for this little mission?" she asked as she glanced over at him.

"You care about Danny—"

She cut him off. "We all care about Danny. You could have called any of us—Martin, Viv, me—we all would have done whatever we could. Why me?"

"You're a woman, and—"

She cut him off again and, this time, she smiled. "Viv's a woman, too."

"Okay, you caught me. You're the one I thought of when I needed help with this. When I talked to Anna Ridley this morning…something about her reminded me of you."

"Me?" she asked quizzically. "What about her reminded you of me?"

He glanced over at her and sighed. "I don't know. You were just on my mind after I talked her. That's all," he said trying to sound matter-of-fact and then added with a smile, "Maybe it is because you're both blonde."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it," Sam responded smiling.

They rode in a tension-filled silence. Jack felt like he was blushing, and he didn't ever blush. The tension was finally broken when his cell phone rang. Samantha listened as Jack spoke into the phone.

"Malone…yeah, what do you got, Martin?…You're kidding? Unbelievable…Yeah…No, I'll take care of it…Good work."

After he hung up the phone, Samantha asked, "What is it? Good news?"

"Very good news…in more ways than one. I think we'll be able to solve a case and get Danny out of trouble all in one day."

Minutes later, they arrived at Anna's office at the Rape Crisis Center which was housed in a small, rundown building. She stood up anxiously when they walked into her office.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," she started before they even had a chance to say hello.

"It's our best chance to confront her. This is the best way to help Danny," Jack answered reassuringly.

"Believe me, there's nothing I want more than to make this all go away for him, but this place is supposed to be a safe haven for victims," she said as she looked around her small, sparsely furnished office. "I know she's lying, but this place isn't supposed to be about confronting people. It's about comforting them."

"But she is lying, Anna," Samantha said emphatically. "I admire your dedication and I understand your feelings about this place, but Mrs. Washington is not a victim. Danny is the victim."

Anna looked up at Samantha in frustration with tears in her eyes. "I know that. Every time I think about what she's done, it makes me angry."

"Then this is the only way," Jack insisted.

"I understand. I do. Part of me wants to confront her. I want know how she could do something so awful, but the other part of me never wants to set eyes on her again."

"Well that can be arranged. You really shouldn't be here when she gets here," Jack responded.

"What? This is my office. She's expecting to see me. I should be here."

"This is about getting her to admit the truth. She might get too much satisfaction out of seeing your reaction to what she'll say. You don't want to be here for that," Jack said wanting to protect Anna from hearing Karen Washington spout more lies. "I'm angry too, but I understand what's at stake here. Let us handle this."

Anna nodded. "Okay. I'll do whatever you think will help Danny the most."

After Anna left, they sat in silence, waiting. Both looked up when the door opened, and Karen Washington walked in. The surprise on her face when she saw them there was evident to say the least. "What the hell is going on? I have an appointment with Anna—,"

"We know all about your appointment with Danny's girlfriend. That's a strange coincidence," Jack said.

"I had no idea--,"

"Cut the crap, Mrs. Washington. The lying stops here," Jack continued.

"I don't have to stand for this. I'll call my lawyer--,"

"Go ahead. Call your lawyer. I'm sure he'll be very interested in what we have to say. If I were you, I'd come in and sit down," Jack ordered.

"Why should I?"

"Because I wouldn't be here if I wasn't absolutely sure that you are lying and that we can prove it."

She hesitated for a moment before shutting the door and walking into the room. Her expression was one of annoyance rather than fear. "This is a low tactic—confronting a victim at a rape crisis center."

Samantha smirked. "That's rich coming from someone who is lying about being a victim and trying to ruin a man's career."

"I'm not lying. You just can't believe that Danny could be capable of something so callous, but he is."

Samantha shook her head and started to respond but Jack stopped her and then responded himself. "You really expect us to believe that this is a coincidence? You just so happened to request to speak to a counselor that is dating Danny Taylor?"

"Yes."

"According to Ms. Ridley, you were looking at their picture when she walked in yesterday," he said as he picked up the picture off the desk. "If you didn't know before, surely you would've known after you saw a picture of them together. And don't try to deny seeing the picture. Anna Ridley documented your entire conversation yesterday."

"She had no right to divulge that. That is confidential—"

"It's not confidential if it is an out and out lie. Why are you doing this Mrs. Washington? Why are trying to ruin Danny's life?"

"I'm not lying, but I'll admit it's also not a coincidence that I am here. We talked about his girlfriend in the bar that night. He told me she worked here. He also told me that they were fighting, and he was miserable. You don't want to believe it, but we had a drink at the bar and then he met me in a hotel room and we had sex. After he finished, he treated me like I was a piece of garbage. He became a different person so I decided to get even by filing a complaint against him and coming here to let this woman know what bastard her boyfriend is. He deserves it."

"He did not go up to that hotel room. We know exactly where he was Friday night," Jack stated emphatically.

"Agent Malone, it's not like we were up there making love for hours. It was a brief, rough encounter. He wasn't exactly taking his time with me."

Jack hesitated not because he believed her, but because he couldn't believe how pathological she was. He knew she was lying, but she was awfully convincing.

Samantha didn't like the smile that crossed Karen's face when the other woman saw that Jack appeared to to searching for his next words. Turning her attention to Jack, the agent threw him a supportive glance.

Jack then decided to take a different tactic. "Do you know the type of man you are trying to bring down? Even if we didn't have evidence that told us he couldn't have been with you, we still couldn't believe what you are saying. Danny is one of the most honorable, respectful, compassionate people I know. But you already know that, Mrs. Washington."

"No--,"

"Yes, yes you do. He's been there every step of the way while you were looking for your daughter. He's treated you with respect and kindness because that is just who he is. You picked the wrong target. Maybe if you tried this with me, you could get away with it, but not Danny."

Samantha watched Jack as he valiantly defended Danny's character. She had never been more proud of him than at that moment.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Agent Malone. I'm not going to change my story. Yes, Danny was nice to me. It's what made me like him so much, but then he took that and—"

Jacked sighed in exasperation. "Shut up. Just shut up. You are lying. If you don't drop these charges against Danny, then I will be forced to bring charges against you."

"For what?" she asked incredulously.

"For lying to a federal agent and obstruction of justice."

"What on earth—"

"When you attacked Danny, we did everything we could to defend him including doing a thorough background check on you."

"You had no right—"

"The hell I don't. You go after one of my people; I go after you. Where is your daughter, Mrs. Washington?"

Karen Washington's hand went to her face and she gave Jack a horrified glare. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Your daughter, Mrs. Washington. Where is she?"

"I don't know…"

"Lie to me one more time. Please. I'll arrest you right now."

Mrs. Washington looked down and shook her head as tears welled in her eyes. "How do you know?" she asked in a whisper.

"Phone records. Since your daughter's case is still open, we were able to check your most recent phone records. You've been calling a Sarah Logan in Los Angeles once a week for the last six months, although she rarely returns your calls. Why did you do it? Why did you keep leading us to believe that she was still missing?"

Karen looked down at the floor and tears fell from her eyes. "She called me and told me she wasn't coming back. She met a man and got married. She has a child now. She said she was finally happy. I was left with nothing. I came to your office to tell you six months ago. Danny met me in the lobby, and he was so sweet to me. For some reason, I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to admit that my daughter didn't want me anymore. And I hated the thought of not having a reason to see him anymore."

Samantha took a deep breath. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hadn't planned on addressing Karen, but the next question just slipped out. "Then why are you trying to destroy him?"

"All I wanted was one night. That's all I wanted. And he wanted it to. I know he did, but he used his job and her as an excuse," she said as she motioned to the picture on the desk. "I got angry. It's horrible to wake up and realize one day that no one wants you. My daughter doesn't want me. And Danny—I thought he really cared about me, but he wanted someone younger and prettier."

"He cared about your daughter's case, Mrs. Washington. That's all," Jack responded.