"That's, that's," Melvin stuttered as he stared at the photo.

"You know this man?" Jack asked, pointing to the phone.

He silently nodded. "That's Dylan Kimmel." He hoarsely replied.

"Who's Dylan Kimmel?" Mya asked, looking from one to the other.

"Dylan is Melvin's assistant at work. Do you think he did this?" Moria asked.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe. We will need to talk to him, though. Do you know where we can find him?"

"Melvin nodded as he took out his phone. "He should be at work now. I will write down the address for you." He said, then walked away to find a piece of paper.

While they were waiting, the agents just silently stared at each other. This was getting quite interesting.

?-?

"Hi," Jack announced to the receptionist as he, Mya and Bobby walked in the office where Melvin worked. "We're looking for Dylan Kimmel?"

"He's a bit busy right now. How can I help you?" The receptionist replied with a smile.

"FBI, ma'am." Bobby said, showing her his badge. "Can you just call him over and say he has some visitors?"

"Sure." She worriedly replied, eyeing the badge as she picked up her phone, only looking away to dial the number, then looked back at the visitors. "Mr. Kimmel? There are a few people to see you." She said into the phone when he apparently answered. "I don't know, why don't you ask them yourself?" She said, then hung up.

"While we're waiting," Mya said, leaning up on the desk. "Do you happen to know if Dylan was here yesterday morning?"

"You know," the receptionist said, looking away to think. "Come to think of it, he wasn't. In fact, I thought it was odd that he came in at 11. At the time, I just shrugged it off. Sometimes people take their mornings off to go to the dentist or doctor or something."

Bobby smiled at her. "Thank you, ma'am. That helps a lot."

"Hi, can I help you?" Dylan asked, appearing through the doorway of the office.

"Yes, FBI, can we talk?" Jack asked, holding up his badge.

Dylan's smile quickly disappeared as he stared at the badge, then he quickly turned around and bolted back into the office.

"I'll run around back!" Bobby yelled, already running to the front door.

"Yeah!" Jack and Mya replied, following him into the office.

"FBI! Move!" Jack yelled, pushing people aside, trying to keep Dylan in their sights, which was hard since he was weaving and bobbing between his fellow office workers and desks.

Soon, the agents reached the back hallway. Pausing to look both ways, neither saw any remnants of which way he went. "You go left, I go right?" Mya suggested.

Jack nodded. "Good idea." He said, then the two parted ways, one going down one hallway, the other going down the other.

Zig zagging through the winding hallway, Mya just couldn't seem to catch a glimpse of their perp. Finally, she found the back door, just as Jack was coming down the other hallway. "Full circle." She said chuckling as she caught her breath.

"Anything?" Jack asked.

Shaking her head, she pushed open the back door. "He escaped."

"You got him?" Bobby anticipatedly asked as he saw the two come outside in the bright sunshine.

"Nope." She replied, squinting. "You didn't see anything?"

Bobby shook his head. "By the time I got out here to the alley, everything was quiet, and the only people that came out were you guys."

"So what do we do?" She asked, looking at the two other agents.

"Figure out where Dylan will hide." Jack determinedly replied, looking down the alley, hoping for a clue.

She sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that."

?-?

"So what's our next move?" Sarah asked. It was an hour later and everyone was back at the bullpen, figuring out where their perp would hide.

"For being such a new criminal, he sure knows a lot about how to be evasive." Myles said.

"Yeah, I don't think I've seen anyone so green so good." Bobby replied.

"New criminal," Mya quietly said, an idea forming. "Does anyone know how long Dylan has worked for Melvin?" She asked louder.

"Let's see," Sarah replied, typing in a few things into her computer. "According to employee records, just about a year." She said, looking at her. "Why? What are you thinking?"

"Can you run Dylan's picture in every conceivable database? I mean, not just criminal, but DMV, everything?" She asked, not answering her question.

"I guess?" She replied, not sure why she was being asked. "It will take a while."

"You have a plan, I suppose?" Myles asked.

She smiled widely as she nodded. "This was not Dylan's first rodeo. I'm going to figure out who and what was."