A/N: Well, I was planning to update much more regularly, but then hit major writer's block with this chapter. I think I've finally got it worked out, but please let me know what you think! My knowledge of surveillance is quite limited, so I apologize for any potential errors or inconsistencies.

Lisa in this chapter! Only briefly, but she will become a more significant character very soon.

Hope people are still interested in the story – please R&R!

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"She's getting a call." Ben pressed the headphones more tightly to his ears, listening intently. Kaylie watched him for several seconds, wondering if this was another call from Lisa's apparently very concerned dad. Well, he does have a right to be worried. His daughter was kidnapped. Remembering that her own father could not be concerned about her whereabouts brought a lump to her throat, but she swallowed hard and focused instead on the book that lay open in her lap. It was their second day of surveillance, a task that, she was quickly learning, was more waiting than anything else. The first day had been spent ascertaining that Lisa was on leave from work, keeping watch on her apartment and ensuring that the phone tap Jackson had set up was still functional and undiscovered. Day two, thus far, had been listening to a series of largely unhelpful phone calls. The only positive thing to be gained from Lisa's conversations with dad and a bubbly friend named Cynthia was that, if she did know anything about the inner workings of the Keefe plot beyond the roles of Jackson and Leroy, she wasn't sharing. Ben was sure this was good news, but waited patiently for further confirmation. Kaylie wasn't quite sure what information he was looking for. After several minutes of careful listening, Ben removed the headphones and looked at Kaylie with an expression of triumph.

"That was the detective in charge of the investigation. He's sent an agent to bring Lisa a copy of her original police report. He wants her to review it and add anything she might have left out the first time." When Kaylie merely looked at him curiously, Ben ploughed on. "Don't you see? This gives me the chance to get my hands on it! Much easier than stealing it from the police station."

"You're going to intercept the agent?" Kaylie asked.

"No, no," Ben replied. "Stealing an important document from an armed police officer?" He shook his head for emphasis. "Besides, it would be mighty suspicious if the report never made it to Lisa."

"So what then?"

"Lisa said she had some errands to do today – you know, trying to live her life as normally as possible. She said she would see to the report when she returned, but while she's out..."

"But what happens when she gets back and notices it's missing?"

"It won't be." Ben waved a digital camera in the air. "I'm not going to take the report. Only pictures." He frowned slightly. "Only problem is... you can't come with me. I can get into her apartment without being seen, but both of us..."

"I'll stay here," Kaylie suggested.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Ben," Kaylie raised her eyebrows. "Are you still worried about me taking off? I gave you my word."

"I know." Ben sighed. "It's just..."

"Look, if it makes you feel any better, you are more than welcome to personally shoot me if I try anything stupid."

"I don't want to shoot you," Ben replied quickly. "Just stay put, okay? I'm taking a big risk by leaving you alone and Jackson is not going to be happy if you disappear."

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Ben and Kaylie watched from down the road as the police officer arrived, carrying a manila envelope. They watched him disappear into Lisa's apartment building and then leave again, this time empty-handed. They watched as Lisa exited the building, unable to resist glancing around her as she climbed into her car. They watched her car disappear down the street in the opposite direction. Kaylie heard Ben's reminder to stay there, watched as he crossed the road and walked quickly along the sidewalk. She watched as he climbed the front steps and, sliding a key into the lock, entered the building. She went back to her book. Several minutes later, unable to focus, her gaze drifted back to the door. As more minutes ticked by, she grew increasingly anxious as to what was taking him so long. Well, he does have to photograph the entire report. Anxiety gave way to heart-stopping fear as she watched Lisa Reisert's car turning back onto the road. Why is she back so soon? Did she forget something? What if she finds Ben? Kaylie realized with panic that she had no way of alerting him. If she finds him, she'll call the police. Then maybe I'd be free. I could tell the police everything... The thoughts had no sooner occurred than Kaylie scrambled out of the car. She crossed the street and hurried up the sidewalk, reaching the apartment building just as Lisa stepped out of her car.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?" Lisa turned, startled. Her friendly smile did not quite hide the momentary flash of anxiety in her eyes. "Yes?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could tell me where the nearest gas station is? My friend's parked just up the street – he doesn't like to ask for directions – but apparently we've done a bit more driving than we thought." Kaylie smiled sheepishly, feeling genuinely guilty for having startled a woman who likely jumped every time someone said her name. That's not all I have to feel guilty for.

"Of course," Lisa replied. "There's one only a few blocks away. Do you have enough gas to get that far?"

"Oh yeah." Kaylie nodded. "Just not enough to keep driving aimlessly until we accidentally find one." She laughed lightly. As the older woman explained the directions, Kaylie noticed a slight movement at the front entrance. She felt certain it was Ben, although she didn't dare look, and hoped he figured out what she was doing.

"-and it will be on your left," Lisa finished.

"Okay, great." Kaylie replied. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem," Lisa smiled. They exchanged goodbyes and Kaylie turned to walk back up the street without glancing at the front door. Only when she had reached the car did she glance back to see Ben coming down the front steps. She sank into her seat with relief. A minute later, Ben was in the seat beside her.

"Thank you," he said, sounding slightly out of breath.

"I didn't know if it was going to buy you enough time," Kaylie admitted.

"It did. I heard part of your conversation when I came back down, but then I hid until Lisa had gone up. You think pretty quick on your feet." He grinned. "You know, if you ever need a job, I could probably hook you up."

"Impress you, did I?" Kaylie raised her eyebrows. "Well, thanks for the offer, but I'm not really sure this is my line of work."

Ben laughed. "Well, it was just a thought." He glanced at her, suddenly serious. "You could have let her find me, could have let her call the police, but you didn't. Why?"

Kaylie met his eyes. "I'm not going to pretend the idea didn't occur to me." She sighed. "I didn't really know what I was doing until I was doing it. I don't know, Ben. You guys promised to protect me and, so far, have done so. Maybe I was returning the favor. Or maybe I realize that even the police are no match for you and Jackson, or for your clients." They studied each other for several seconds.

"Well, whatever your reasons were," Ben smiled at her. "Thanks."

Kaylie nodded as he started the car. "Did you get the pictures?"

"Yes, I did."

Kaylie stared out the window. If the report shows that Lisa doesn't know anything, then we won't have to follow her anymore. Right?