Unexpected. Very unexpected. It had just happened like that, so quickly, that Tony didn't have time to process it all. Some guy who wanted his criminal record deleted had just shot his mother. His mother. His amazing, funny, caring mother.

Tears were quickly being shed as Tony let out a scream.

"Don't mess with me, Mr. Almeida, for the good of your family, don't mess with me." The man spoke so coldly, as if he didn't care who he killed.

Tony's eyes were red and puffy, and his voice was shaky. "You sonofabitch. Killing my innocent mother just to have me get rid of your criminal record deleted? You shallow sonofabitch."

"Delete it, because I have your father here, too."

Tony didn't want to lose another parent, especially since his father was also so amazing. He found the record and immediately faxed it to the man's phone.

"I don't wanna get caught deleting your file, so I'm sending it to you, so you can do whatever the hell your sick mind tells you to do. Just please, let my father go."

"You'll come to the abandoned house down on Arbor Street, and that's where your father will be."

The phone clicked, initiating the end of the call.

Michelle needed some data from Tony and she needed it right then. She didn't know where Tony was, but he certainly wasn't at his station, and he wasn't in the break room or the conference room. A while ago, she had seen him go over to tech 1, so that's where she checked first. The door was locked. She tried her entrance code, but someone obviously re-wrote it.

"Paula, you're good at re-writing passwords?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Can you re-write the password to tech 1?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm changing it to 1-2-3-2, okay?"

"Yeah,"

Michelle pressed the buttons in and opened the door to tech 1. There, she saw Tony, sobbing in the corner of the room. As much as she didn't want to, she went over to Tony and sat down next to him.

"What's the matter?" She asked. She wasn't good at comforting people, especially people from work, who she had just met three days ago, but somehow she felt obliged to ask him.

"A terrorist threat. Some guy called me and told me that if I didn't delete his record he'd shoot my mother."

"Did you comply?"

"Of course not. My mother's been shot, she's dead."

"Holy crap," was all Michelle managed to say. She felt Tony's pain; when she was 16, her father had been mugged and killed.

"And he threatened to kill my father, too, if I didn't get rid of his record, so I sent it to him,"

Michelle felt awkward as she did this, but she wrapped her arm around Tony's shoulder.

"He told me to pick my father up at the abandoned house on Arbor,"

"I'll send someone over there for you,"

"Thanks,"

Michelle had never seen Tony's vulnerably side, she didn't even think he had one. She guessed that maybe he wasn't so self-absorbed after all. Maybe he didn't know that he was attractive, smart, tough…okay, she thought, I should really stop.

"Do you want some coffee?" Michelle asked, without removing her arm from around his shoulder.

Tony nodded as his cell phone rang.

"Almeida."

"Tony Almeida? This is Ashton Kutcher."

"What the fuck?"

"Open up the video feed again,"

Tony did so and saw the same masked man on the phone. The man slowly pulled off the mask, only to reveal Ashton Kutcher smiling and waving. The person on the floor, presumably Tony's mother, took off a mask and revealed herself as someone on Ashton's team.

"I didn't really shoot her, and she's not really your mother, oh, and I don't really have your father here."

"You fucking sonofabitch! You led me to believe that she was dead!" Tony yelled.

"Tony Almeida, you've been punk'd!"