A/N: Sorry about the mix-up- it can get very confusing


5 hours missing

Jess sat at Danny's desk and looked around. So this is what FBI offices looked like. She never thought she'd see this inside of one. She thought back to the time when all she ever dreamed of was working for these people. But of course her father would have none of it; if she was going to go into secret intelligence it would be for British Intelligence. Sometimes Michael Simmons was too patriotic for his own good. It got him killed after all, giving up his life for Queen and country in the Gulf War.

"Here," Danny handed her a cup of coffee and said on the edge of his desk.

Jess gulped the drink, letting the heat warm her insides. She sighed happily. "That's great," she told him, "Just what I needed." She smiled up at him.

He smiled back. 'He's got a great smile,' she thought, 'and cute eyes.' She tore her eyes from his when she realise what she was thinking. She stared into her mug, 'No, you are not going there again. You've tried that once and it didn't work.'

"You okay?" Danny voice broke her thoughts.

"What?" Jess looked up at him, "Oh, yeah, I'm just worried about Lizzy."

Danny nodded, "We'll find her." He opened his mouth to say something when Jack and Vivian entered.

"Danny," Jack walked to them, "Have you got everything we need for now?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Jess stood, "Agent Malone-"

"Jack."

"Jack, I'd like to be part of this investigation. Lizzy was under my care and I need to make sure she comes back safe. MI5 will do anything you need."

Jack contemplated this for a moment, "Can we speak in my office."

Jess followed him across the room to his office and took a seat in front of his desk. She looked the scene in front of her. Everything had a place and it was obvious that things rarely moved. This guy was somewhat of a control freak. She looked at him as he sat down, at the lines on his face that showed experiences beyond his years. In truth he was probably late 30s, early 40s, but he looked about 50.She looked at his left hand; no wedding ring, but yet a picture of a woman and two young girls sat behind the desk. Key sign of someone who's not ready to let go- the ex was still in the photograph. And being in the position he was, having to find missing people day-in, day-out, sometimes too late, would have an effect too.

He was a man who couldn't control anything else in his life but this; his office, his own little space.

Jack interrupted her thoughts, "Agent Simmons…"

"Jess."

"Jess, I don't think you being part of this case is a good idea. Helping us with as much information as possible, yes, but actually being involved, no."

"Excuse me?" Jess's eyes narrowed.

"I feel that you are too close to the subject; you have a link with her which could jeopardise this case and my agents' lives."

"The 'subject' has a name, Jack."

"This is exactly what I mean-"

"Agent Malone," Jess cut him off, her anger rising, "I fully appreciate that you have your agents to think about, but I will not be removed from this case. It is my job to get her back. I will be taking part. And besides… she's a subject of Her Majesty's kingdom; this is my jurisdiction."

"Agent Simmons," Jack continued calmly, "These are my offices."

"This case is my jurisdiction, not yours." Jess stood up, "I am willing to let you and your team take the lead as you are better equipped to deal with the situation, however I can and will take over this investigation with my own team if needs be."

Silence descended on the room after her outburst.

"Jack," Jess's tone was softer, almost pleading as she sank back into her chair, "I need to find her. And I need you to let me do that."

Jack though for a moment, "Okay… look, can you get a list of anyone who could potentially have a reason for taking the Ambassador's daughter? And we're gonna' need to talk to the guy who gave out the car.

"No problem." Jess lifted her cell off his desk and slipped it into her pocket, "I'll get back to you as soon as possible."