"Finch, I'm at bensons apartment and no one is here, I've tried calling shaw, but she isn't picking up her cell."
"I'm pinging her location now Mr. Reese. Her cell last pinged a signal at the corner of ludlow and Houston. There is an old apartment building there, but nothing else stands out."
"I'm on my way there now, Finch."
"Do be careful." Finch said,hanging up and dialing another number.
"Carter." Joselyn said, answring up her phone.
"What happened when you left Detective Bensons residence this morning?"
"She was fine. She slept all night. She gave me that sympathy story about not needing our help, as all victims say. I assured her that we were just trying to make sure that she was safe. She asked if she could call her team and I said yes. Why, what's wrong?"
"Reese just left her place and its empty. What time did you leave?"
"At around 9 AM, when Shaw showed up."
"Okay, thanks detective." Finch said, ending the call. He looks at his watch. 11:30, hmm, maybe it isn't nothing. He thinks, digging through more files of the brunette on his laptop.
"Hey, which one of you is Johnny Carlisle?" Fusco asked the group of guys at the bar.
"Who wants to know, pork chop?" A tall scrawny guy asked.
"I want to know. You must be Johnny. Come on over here, wise guy, let's have a little chat." Fusco says flashing his badge.
"I have nothing to say detective." Johnny says turning away.
His three friends with him at the bar turn around, and flex their muscles. Fusco turns to leave and noticed an attractive women entering to the bar.
Zoey gives him a wink and struts passed him. "Hello, boys." She greets them seductively, taking a seat at the bar, ordering a Martini dry.
"Her next drink is on me." Johnny says turning towards her.
"Well, aren't you kind. But i'm pretty sure, you cant afford me." she says flirtatiously.
"I'm pretty sure i can, kitten. What do you say we take these drinks back to my hotel suite."
"Aggressive, I like. Sure, but only if it is a suite." Zoey states.
He puts his arm around her and escorts her out the bar, telling his friends to meet him at his suite in an hour.
Mr. Reese gets to the apartment building and looks around. A bakery, a Sprint store, and a Hotel sat on the three other corners. Nothing seemed out of place, except the abandoned apartment.
He tried the front door, but it doesn't budge. "Thats strange, if it's abandoned, than why is it locked?" he mutters to himself, walking around to the back. Fortunate for him, the back door wasn't locked.
He heard a blood curdling scream coming from the second floor of the building and dashed towards the stairs. Next thing he knows, he is laying face down on the ground, with a gun pointed to his face.
"Who are you?" Gerald asked him.
"I'm just a concerned Samaritan." Reese answered, searching the hall for any sign of Shaw or Benson.
"LIAR!" Gerald yelled, kicking him.
"Where are they?" Reese asked calmly.
"Dead." He replies laughing.
"I dont believe you, show me."
"First, tell me who you are."
"I am Olivia's boyfriend." Reese says still trying to scan the room.
"Boyfriend. Pish, Posh, she doesn't have one."
"You've asked me, and I told you. Now take me to her body." Reese says firmly.
"As you wish." Gerald said, knocking him unconscience with the butt of his gun.