2.5 hours earlier.

"Morning Finch," Reese said in his quiet voice as he strode into the library holding a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Mr. Reese," came his friend's reply.

"New number?" John asked as he walked over to the piece of glass they always worked off of, seeing the picture of a young brunette woman taped in the middle.

"Yes, Kelsey Borwick. Young, single, and successful. She's a personal financial advisor for several companies. She advises companies on how to invest their money in stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and she also deals loosely with taxes and tax savings"

"So basically what you're saying is based on what she's told her clients to invest in recently, we could potentially have a very large list of clients?" John clarified.

"Correct. I've done some digging though, and I think I've found our perpetrator." He handed John a folder. Reese opened it and started flipping through the files. "Rose-Gold Land Development," Finch continued as John finished skimming the papers. "She advised them to invest in a fairly new company that dealt with new construction equipment, which proved to be faulty. One of their men was killed while he was overseeing a test drive of one of the pieces of equipment. During the test, the equipment malfunctioned and blew up. It was quite big on the news," he added as he looked at John, who nodded his head.

"I remember that. It was just a few weeks ago. Wouldn't they just sue her for everything she's worth? Why go to the lengths of killing her?"

"It might have to do with the fact that it was the CEO of Rose-Gold Development's nephew who was killed in the explosion," Finch replied sadly. John nodded in understanding. That could definitely drive someone to kill. Finch continued speaking. "I need you to shadow Ms. Borwick for the next little while, find out what her schedule is like. We need to make sure we're there with her before anyone has a chance to make an attempt on her life."

"How am I supposed to find out her schedule, Finch? I can't exactly just waltz into her office and take a look at her computer."

1 hour later

"John Machonis," Reese introduced himself as he smiled and held out his hand.

"Well, Mr. Machonis, I'm very glad you contacted my firm," Kelsey Borwick replied warmly, shaking the offered hand. "We are always happy to help anyone who needs to know what to invest in." She led him into her office and shut the door, sitting behind her desk and motioning for John to take a seat as well. "Now tell me: what exactly are you looking for?" John sat forward, clearing his throat.

"My employer is always on the hunt for new technology; something that could become the next Google or iPhone. We were hoping to you had some idea of what to look into?" She beamed.

"I have just the thing for you!" She stood up and retrieved a file from the filing cabinet and sat back down, handing it to John. "Excelsior is a small company that specializes in electronic chips of any kind. SD cards, SIM cards, microchips, tracking chips, you name it!" She continued explaining why investing in this company would be beneficial for both him and his employer, and John tried his best to look interested.

He was relieved when her phone rang. "Excuse me," she apologized as she picked up the phone off the cradle. "This is Kelsey." She listened for a moment before looking extremely confused. "All right, I'll be right there." She hung up and looked at John. "I'm very sorry. I'll be back in a few minutes. There's something going on downstairs that I need to take care of." John inclined his head and she hurried out the door.

He waited a few moments to make sure she was gone before he stood up and walked over to the other side of the desk. He called Finch as he was waiting for her calendar to load.

"Mr. Reese?"

"Thanks for getting her out of the office, Finch," John said as he scanned her plans for the next few days.

"Mr. Reese, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You just called into the office, didn't you? About something she needed to take care of?"

"Mr. Reese, I have not made any such calls." John stopped, lifting his gaze from her computer with confusion written all over his face. "Where is Ms. Borwick now, John?" Reese looked out the door, a sinking feeling in his gut. He hurried out of the office, glancing frantically around. He hurried over to one of the interns.

"Where'd Kelsey Borwick go?" he asked urgently.

"Uh, she went that way," he pointed over towards the elevator. John saw the light above it indicating she was already at the ground level. He hurried for the stairwell, knowing he could get down four flights of stairs faster than the elevator would be able to come back up and then go back down.

He opened the door to the main floor and quickly scanned for Kelsey. He relaxed slightly when he saw her just outside the front doors, but he became decidedly less-relaxed when he saw her arguing with a man quite heatedly. He walked towards the door as quickly as he could without drawing unneeded attention to himself, but paused when he saw her shake her head and turn around to come back inside. John was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but stopped when the man she had been arguing with grabbed her roughly by the arm right as a white van pulled up behind them.

John, no longer caring about unneeded attention sprinted for the doors, but he was too late. He watched with despair and anger as Kelsey was shoved in the back of the van, which peeled away from the curb just as he burst through the front door. "Finch, take this plate number down: Alpha Echo Bravo 7215." John shook his head, berating himself for letting them take her so easily. A few moments passed, then Finch came on over the line.

"Alright Mr. Reese, I have the registration pulled up, but it looks like it was reported stolen yesterday. There won't be any helpful information that we can get from this, I'm afraid. What happened?" John pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They got her, Finch. They got her."