Martin had returned from Danny's apartment and Jack was relieved to see that he had been successful. But he didn't seem to feel very triumphant about it. Jack could understand his reaction. Being forced to enter his fallen co-worker's apartment and search through it, wasn't anything particularly pleasant to do.

Jack thanked him, taking the file from him and turning on him to get back to his private office. He had left Elizabeth waiting there for him. He was actually pretty lucky about the discovery; Elizabeth's investigation results hadn't been very much helpful so far – especially for him as most of it was written in Spanish. He returned to his, putting the file to the desk.

„We found this at his apartment. It contains his investigation results – all the information he was able to gather on the Chileans."

„Then he obviously didn't take my warning to heart... Goddamn it! I told him to be careful."

Although it sounded that way, the expression on Beth's face clearly showed Jack, that she wasn't angry with Danny. It looked more like she was blaming herself for what had happened to him. She had been the one who had asked him for help and now he was in hospital, fighting for his life. Surely – she had warned him, but still that hadn't kept him from suffering.

He wasn't sure he should say anything about it. Beth was a strong woman, she didn't need his sympathy for she definitely knew how to cope with the situation around her. Apart from that they weren't here to talk about who's fault it was that Danny had been injured. They were here to find the ones responsible.

"He has been – otherwise this information wouldn't have been where they were any more. If he would have told them, the Chileans had taken this information and you would probably be dead by now."

"What kind of a choice is that – now he's the one fighting for his life."

He sighed inwardly, deciding to – although he didn't know this woman very well – say some words of support. He wasn't sure how she would react to it, if she would appreciate it or if she would simply be angry with him. However, she had been the one starting it, showing her emotions clearly and he simply felt like he had to react to it.

"What happened to Danny isn't your fault."

She looked up from the evidence right in his eyes. Surprise was showing on her face, but she didn't seem angry. She stopped meddling through the papers in front of her and took the time to talk to him, her attention fully focused on him.

"I know that – it's this group of murderers' fault. But it's still me who asked him for help. If I would have managed to get my things done on my own, we wouldn't be sitting here, talking about it right now."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Elizabeth. You asked him for help on a good deed and he agreed to help you for the very same reason – to do a good deed."

"Yeah – and then he was kidnapped on his way home, held prisoner and being tortured for almost three days, just to be dumped off in front of some hospital barely alive and fighting for that last bit of life they left him, right now at this moment. Isn't that a noble reward for helping me?"

She sounded extremely bitter and she had every right and reason to do so. Her voice's tone told him that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, that she probably had lost people along the way already, people who simply had been just and heartful enough to be willing to help her.

"No it is not, but it happened none the less, we can't change that any more, but we can provide it from happening again to anyone. We can find them."

He seemed to have found the right answer to her desperate and cynical outburst. She took the document - Martin had brought - from his hand and gave him an excusing smile before she opened it, a sad smile appearing on her face for some reason.

"He stuck to my request... I asked to take the notes in Spanish – my reading English isn't very good, it just takes too much time to translate."

"I guess I won't be able to help you then."

"Actually you can... I'm sorry to say that, but your Agent Taylor has a terrible handwriting."

She smiled at him for a few more moments, leaving him unsure if she had been joking or if she really meant for him to help her. Actually he couldn't remember the last time he had seen some handwriting from his agents. Files and reports all were written down with computer and apart from a signature, there wasn't much of anything handwritten any more.

However he didn't even get the chance to come around the table and look into the file with her, as she yelled at him her facial expression lightening up.

"He found them!"

He was startled by her sudden outburst of emotion after they had spent the few minutes with joking and her silencing and reading. He hadn't really expected such a positive outcome so soon, but obviously he had been wrong. They had found an information that would help them. Some evidence that would at least for the slightest bit bring any justice to what had happened to Danny, not letting his suffering be pointless. Obviously Beth had found such evidence.

She held up a piece of paper, handwritten by Danny and the small smile on her face showed the triumph about the result of her search. From his position at the table, Jack couldn't tell what Danny had written down, but it looked most definitely like an address.

"I was joking when I told him it would be nice if he would come back with these men's addresses as a result of his research. Obviously he took it pretty damn serious."

She seemed completely entangled in the moment and the information Danny had provided her with. But after three years of research that was to understand rather easily. In all this time she had never been that close, although this triumph had cost a lot... Jack asked himself since when Danny knew about the guys' residences and why he hadn't told Elizabeth about it.

He realised that he had most probably not been able to reach her during working hours on that Friday noon. His kidnapping and torment was even more cruel, when taking into consideration that he most definitely had been on his way to tell Beth about his discovery...

"We can arrest them – sorry – I meant you can do that, can't you?"

He looked at her thoughtfully for a few moments, taking another look at the note then. The expression on his face became determined, almost grim when he answered to her.

"Yes, we can and we will."