Sam looked at Fiona.

"You heard that right?"

"Yes! I heard that! God. We need to tell Michael."

With that Sam drove out of the parking lot to the loft. Ten minutes later, the entered the loft.

"Mikey, there's a teenager who knows about you. He was talking to a Joe Byrne about taking care of you and MI6. That's serious Mikey. MI6 is-"

"British Intelligence. Was the teen blonde by any chance?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I saw him enter the restaurant with two CIA agents."

"CIA, can't do anything here though," Fiona pointed out.

"But if the kid is MI6..."

"You're in trouble, Mikey. Here's your CIA clean up."

Michael looked out the window, finding a black car. Out steps a man of about 60, with grizzly white hair. He looked around,before climbing the steps. Seconds later he knocked on the door. Michael answered the door.

"Michael Westen. Nice to see you again."

"Joe Byrne. Why are you here?"

"Straight to the point. I need you to leave Eugene Stewards and SCA alone. It's interfering."

"You don't have that authority anymore. I'm not CIA. I was burned."

"Yes. I know but one of the agents working on that case asked me too, and I would prefer to keep us in his good graces. So if you can do that for that we'll have no problems. Otherwise I might have to reassign your tail. Good day."

With that, Joe Byrne left getting back in the car and driving away.

"Alex? I told him to stay away. Good luck."

"We can't just let him do that. We need to find out what this kid knows about you and who this agent is."

"I know Fi, but what are you recommending? Kidnapping?"

"You know Mikey, she has a point. We can't let a teenager get away with this info. Could be dangerous to us." At this point Michael's phone began to ring.

"It's Eugene. We'll do it. Just go set up the room. Mister Steward, How are you? I can do tonight. Say, midnight? In the park next to that restaurant we met at today? Beautiful. See you then." Michael hung the phone up. "Sam you'll be there for me. Fi will you stay with the kid?"

A couple affirmatives later, and three hours, the trio found themselves outside next to the park waiting for the teen to show up again. He showed up, phone in hand.

"Look. He called someone and set up a meeting from the park I'm at now at midnight. Yes I'll be there. Yes, I'll be careful. I can take care of myself... I've never had back up before, why start now?" At this point the teen noticed the car. "I have to go. I'll call back later."

The teen hung up and walked away from the car. Sam and Fiona exited and tailed him from a distance. The teen ducked into crowds and doubled back, obviously experienced, the teen walked into an alley before turning around.

"Why are you following me? I understand I'm above average in looks but you don't have to stalk."

"We just want to talk-" Sam started to say when a back roundhouse kick hit him in the side, knocking the wind out of him.

"That's what they all say."

Fiona blocked as the teen attacked her. The teen was good he had to admit, that is, before he crumpled to the ground after being hit in the head by a thick wooden plank. Sam heaved him up over his shoulder after tying the teen up, disposed of him in the trunk of the car and drove them to the warehouse where Michael was waiting.

"How was it?"

Michael opened the door when he saw Sam and Fiona drive up and pull the teen out of the car, carrying the kid Sam replied.

"Kid's good, I'll give him that. Almost lost us in a crowd. Almost got away too."

"No need to boast Sam. Hitting a kid in the head is nothing to brag about."

"You hit the kid in the head?"

"It was that or we get nothing. He knew about your meeting with Eugene. Okay?" Sam dragged the teenager in the reinforced room, closing and locking the door.

"I say we give him a half hour than he's up."

"Your up first Sam. Fi you can go if you want. I'll be watching the monitor."

With that, Sam started his timer.