NOTE TO Guest: As you can see, she comes anyway :). I just needed Mya to run the van, opposed to Tara running it, and Mya stay behind. You'll find out why. All I can say is, it wouldn't've been as dramatic with Tara in the van. Besides, they needed to leave immediately, and couldn't wait for anyone.
TRIVIA: Ha! I lied! I found someplace to put another trivia! What episode does Jack reference to, though he wasn't actually in the scene when he's remarking about shoes? Clue: it's related to sausages. Anyone who knows ASL knows what I'm talking about.
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"You know, you didn't have to come." Jack said to Tara as Sue was watching the feed.
She shrugged. "I couldn't sleep anyway. I'd rather do something with my insomnia, rather than tossing and turning."
Jack chuckled, then turned back to Sue.
"I know I saw her go in this bathroom." Sue frustratedly said, re-watching the same shot for the fifth time.
"It's like she just disappeared." Tara whispered, eyes glued on the screen as well.
Jack waved for Sue's attention. "How could someone walk in a bathroom, then disappear? There's only one doorway. She had to have come out.
Sue shook her head, turning back to the screen. "She just disappeared."
"SAM 3-4, can you get a visual of the specific bathroom?" Tara said into her mouthpiece.
"Standing in front of it." He replied.
Tara stood there, deep in thought. The team had arrived there a few minutes prior, meanwhile Sue and Jack had arrived at the bullpen, and Sue had watched Cassandra walk in, go through TSA, mosey around, then go into the bathroom. She had gone inside about a half hour prior, and hadn't come out. Tara was also trying to follow up on the TSA agent who let her pass to find out what name she used with no luck. The guy left soon after, since his shift ended. Perfect timing.
"SAM 2, I need you to leave the surveillance van, and check out the bathroom yourself." Tara said.
"Me?!" Mya exclaimed into her mouthpiece.
"Yes. You're the only person in our team that can go into the women's bathroom." She replied.
"But I've never gone undercover. I've always been behind the scenes." Her voice was shaking from nervousness.
Jack, who also had a headpiece on and was listening, motioned for Tara to leave it alone. Tara replied by shaking her head, and signing no. He sighed. "Mya, we need you to do this for us. It's just a quick check inside the bathroom. All you need to do is verify that each person in the stalls is not Cassandra, and you can go back in the van. OK?" Jack coaxed.
"O-OK." She replied.
Sue read Jack's words. "Do you think she's ready?"
Jack held the mic with his hand. "I hope so." He replied.
"This is SAM 3-3. I think I may have a visual of Ahmed.
"What?!" Jack exclaimed, getting up to his computer. "Tara, do we know Ahmed's location?"
Tara shook her head, researching at her own computer as well. "No, I couldn't find anything recent. Last known location was 6 months ago, in Saudi Arabia."
Jack shrugged. "He could very easily get there and back within that timeframe." He then turned to his microphone. "SAM 3-3, do you still have visual?"
"Affirmed. He is walking around, he seems to be looking for someone."
"Cassandra, maybe?" Jack suggested, looking at Tara.
"Negative." Myles replied. "He has just met up with a man."
"Watch them. Mya's coming in to check on Cassandra. We need to keep an eye on both of these." Jack replied. He then looked at Sue, who also looked at him. "Anything?" he whispered.
Sue shook her head. "NOTHING."
"Where are you?" Jack replied to himself, reviewing the security feed himself.
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"You can do this, a simple in and out." Mya coaxed to herself as she walked through the terminal. "It's going to be so easy. A quick check, then back in the van." She continued to whisper to herself. Soon, she was near Bobby, and the bathroom.
"You ready?" he asked her when she got closer.
Mya nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be." She mumbled. She then walked into the busy bathroom. She eyed the people coming out, no one that even looked remotely like Cassandra. She had never met her, but knew what she looked like from pictures.
She stood there for a few minutes, watching, then realized there was a little line forming behind her. She turned. "Oh! Sorry, you can go. I'm waiting for, for my sister." The woman quickly smiled at her, and went into an empty stall, as did the couple women behind her.
"Good excuse." Jack replied, smiling. Mya could hear his smile in his voice.
Mya smiled. Maybe she could do this undercover thing after all. After a few more minutes, she decided to take it a bit further. "Maddy, where are you," she called, walking down the long isle of stalls. "If only I remembered what shoes she was wearing," she quietly hinted.
Back at the bullpen, Tara looked up, but she couldn't remember. Then she quickly got Sue's attention. "CASSANDRA SHOES COLOR WHAT?"
Sue thought for a minute, then took her microphone to talk. "Mya, she's got black skinny jeans, and black wedge ankle books, with a silver buckle on them."
Jack frowned, waving for her attention. "How did you remember that?"
Sue shrugged, pushing her microphone away. "I liked the shoes. They're cute."
Jack just shook his head and laughed. "Women and shoes." He mumbled. Tara glared at him.
Now knowing what she was looking for, she found Cassandra a few stalls down. She knocked. "Maddy, you almost done?"
No response.
Mya decided to get on her knees, and look underneath. The stall doors were pretty wide, so a full-sized person could easily crawl underneath, so that means she could easily see what was going on. "Maddy?" she said as she bent her head down.
"Eeeek!" she screeched, quickly getting up, and running out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, grabbing her as she ran out the door. "You're white as a ghost!"
"I-I," she started nervously, shaking, both physically, and in her voice. "I think you need to go inside."