John and Dana danced to a few more tracks before sitting at the bar to cool down with some drinks. They had been keeping an eye on suspicious looking characters, but so far none of them seemed interested in kidnapping any girls fitting the profile. John thought they were acting to their characters very well. A couple on a night out or on a date. He thought they pulled it off well.

John had spotted Monica stand up and head towards the ladies room. She hadn't looked at him, he wasn't sure why. He had looked at her expression and could have sworn it was of a deep sadness. A deep depression. He knew about deep depression from when Luke had been murdered. He knew what it looked like and could have sworn he saw it on her face. But what would she be so saddened about?

"Do you think he's going to show tonight?" Dana asked him as she took a sip of her water. The cold liquid cooling her down from all the dancing.

"He should. His pattern says he should be here tonight." John replied as he took a sip of his beer. Feeling much relief from the coldness that went through his system as he gulped it down.

Dana was about to reply when there was a scream from the barman and a loud crash as he dropped the bottles of drink he had been holding.

"Oh my God! Everyone get out of here now!" He screamed in panic.

John, Dana and Mulder ran up to him and saw what he was looking at. Hidden behind the bar was a bomb, a ticking bomb with ten minutes left on the timer.

"Every body get out of the building now!" John shouted. "Follmer, Skinner you there?" He spoke to his ear piece.

"What's going on Agent Doggett?" His voice came through anxiously

"A bomb has been found with ten minutes on the timer to go and counting down. Get the bomb guys down here now and some Agents to evacuate the premises." He said quickly.

"Understood. Do what you can to get everyone out of there now. Help will arrive in a few seconds." Skinner answered him.

"Yes sir," John replied. He looked at the band on stage and saw how nearly everyone in the club had their attention on them. John walked through the crowd of people and onto the stage. He flashed his badge to get past the security and to get the singer away from the microphone. "Listen up everyone!" His voice came out loudly through the speakers. "Everyone needs to quickly and calmly exit the premises immediately." He told everyone as he flashed his FBI badge at them.

People immediately started making their way to the doors of the club. John, Dana and Mulder being the last ones out, checking that there wasn't anyone left in the club. As they exited the bomb squad rushed in and immediately went to work.

AD Follmer and AD Skinner instantly met them as they came outside of the building.

Police and FBI agents where trying to keep all the curious onlookers far enough away from the building. People were asking what was going on, but no one answered their questions as they tried to keep everyone far enough away in case the bomb did explode.

"What happened in there?" Skinner asked.

"A bomb was found sir. Bomb squad is in there now disarming it." Mulder explained.

They were silent for a few seconds. Follmer looked around for a second when he realised something very important. Something which wasn't right.

"Where's Agent Reyes?" He asked as he continued looking around.

Just as the question registered in everybody's minds, the bomb squad leader came running up to Skinner.

"Did you disarm the bomb?" He asked. Almost forgetting completely about the importance of Follmer's question.

"It wasn't a bomb sir. It was a fake."

"What do you mean it was a fake?" Scully asked.

"Exactly what I said Miss. The bomb was not real." He explained.

There was silence for a few seconds as this new bit of information was processed.

"Why would he plant a fake bomb? He never has done anything like that before." Skinner asked confused.

"Maybe he knew the FBI was here?" Mulder suggested.

John thought about it all over in his head. What good was it to plant a fake bomb? The Barber didn't gain anything from it. Did he? No, no one has been kidnapped. Follmer's earlier question came into his head again. Where's Agent Reyes?

"Monica," he gasped out in a whisper as he ran back into the club. The others were following. "Agent Reyes!" He called as he burst into the ladies room, his gun in hand. But the room was empty. Except for Monica's bag on the counter, her phone on the floor and left on the counter next to her bag was her ear piece. No sign of Monica.

"Son of a bitch!" John yelled out to the empty room.