Tuesday afternoon, Martin looked up from his desk to see a beautiful raven-haired woman in a black designer pantsuit stepping off the elevator. It couldn't be the woman from D.C. he thought it was, she would have called him to tell him she was coming, and she hadn't called. She was walking to Jack's office with the same confident glide though, but he shook it off. It couldn't be Lily, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

"Jack Malone?" Lily stuck her head in office.

"That's the name on the door." The man behind the desk quipped as he looked up.

"You are still a sarcastic son of a bitch. Good to know that some things never change." She shook his hand as she laughed.

"I'm too old to change. Lily Anderson, it is good to see you again."

"You're not going to think that in a minute."

"What case are you here for?"

"I'm bringing you a case. I need to borrow two of your agents to help me find a witness who went AWOL."

"Don't they have FBI and DHS teams in D.C. that could handle it?"

"Homeland Security is the one who lost my witness in the first place so I'm coming to you because your team is the best."

"OK, you've sufficiently buttered me up. What's the catch?"

"Who says there's a catch?"

"Lily, you came up here personally, asked to only use two of my agents, and you've stroked my ego enough to make me think whatever file you have in your briefcase only has the pronouns visible. What's the catch?"

"You're good." She smiled. Jack hadn't changed since their last case together. "The catch is that this investigation can't exist because my witness, technically, doesn't exist. This is a very sensitive case that has to do with national security. I need to limit who knows the details and I need to trust the investigators."

"It's a political hot button?"

"It is."

"That explains why you weren't asking for my help."

"Sorry, Jack, but you aren't exactly known for being politically savvy."

"No offense taken." He thought for a moment. "You can have Agents Johnson and Fitzgerald."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but did I have a choice?"

"Not really."

Walking with her out to the bullpen, he motioned for Viv and Martin to follow him. "I'd like you both to meet Lily Anderson. Technically, she doesn't exist and the investigation you're going to be working on can't be documented or proven, but you are hers for now." Jack introduced once they were in a conference room. "Have fun."

As Jack walked out, Lily laughed. "Well, that was some introduction." Rolling her eyes, she pulled out files for the two agents, and extended her hand. "I'm Lily Anderson. I'm the legal attaché to the Judicial Subcommittee of Congress."

"Good to meet you. I'm Vivian Johnson." The older black woman smiled politely.

"Hi, Lil." Martin smiled.

"Hi, Martin." She grinned. "Martin and I are old friends." She answered Vivian's confused look. "Back to business. I need you to locate a missing witness. DHS somehow let him waltz out of a safe house I had him stashed in up here and now they can't find him. There's just one catch. Technically, who you're looking for doesn't exist. After he testifies, he was scheduled to be sent to Gitmo and that's all I can tell you."

"Forgive me, but why do you need our help to find this witness? Wouldn't this be Homeland Security's problem?" Vivian closed the file, which hadn't had more than a physical description of who they were looking for.

"You're team is the best, Agent Johnson. Needless to say, I don't trust DHS right now, and I need a team that is local. I've worked with Jack before and I know that I can trust this to be kept quiet. This is a politically charged case and sensitive to national security." The two agents nodded. "OK, then, I guess I better let you have access to the two agents who were on duty."

"I'll call SID on the way." Martin stood up.

"Apparently, I didn't make myself clear. You two are the only ones working this case. No one else is to be brought in."

"Lily, you're tying our hands. We need our techs in order to fully be able to know what happened and where your guy went."

"Talk to the DHS agents and then I'll re-evaluate the situation." She could tell neither agent was happy, but she wasn't about to compromise her case because some lab geek decided to chat up his importance in the coffee room.

He was able to convince her to allow one electronics tech to take a look at the surveillance tapes and the DHS agents' cell phone records, but he could tell that she was leery of anyone. There was a lot of information she wasn't sharing, couldn't share, and it was tearing her up inside. "Tiger Lily, when was the last time you slept?" He asked around eleven that night, eight hours after she had strolled into the FBI office.

"I'll sleep after we find this guy. My case is resting on his testimony. I trusted DHS when I knew that I shouldn't have. I need to find this witness, Martin."

"I know, but Viv is right now interviewing the hacker that obtained the GPS location of the safe house and I'm going through the agent's bank records. We'll find something. There's not much you can do at this hour."

He was right. She knew he was right and he sat down at the conference table, her pacing stopped for the moment. "I guess not." A long sigh escaped. "You know I would tell you more if I could, right? I'm not maliciously keeping information from you and Vivian."

"I know, Lil."

"There is so much that I could tell you that might help you locate him, but it will compromise my case. Nothing can compromise this case, Martin."

"I know, Lil. Get some sleep."

"I'll sleep when we find this guy." She repeated as her cell rang. "This is Lily." Agent Johnson's voice told her the news she was waiting to hear. "That is fantastic. I have two FBI agents waiting at the Marriott for him. Thank you so much, Vivian."

"She found him?"

"Yeah, he went to see his daughter." She shook her head and began boxing all the paper on the table. "Do you have a burn bag for this?"

"All of it?"

"Not a scrap of paper can survive. Please stress that to Vivian, but I think she'll know when my agents ask for her memo book."

"I'll take it to the shredder downstairs before we leave." He looked over at her. "What train are you catching in the morning?"

"I'm hoping to catch the eight o'clock shuttle out of JFK."

"That doesn't leave you a whole lot of time."

"I was only here for business. Just because I got to mix in a little pleasure doesn't change the task that I was sent up here to do." She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a white envelope with a smile. "Speaking of pleasure, here's what we were talking about over the weekend."

He laughed as he pulled out a contract with all the terms they had discussed and a monthly Amtrak pass. "You weren't kidding."

"I never kid about negotiations that intense."

Lightly kissing her before he signed, he took her hand. "And I always keep my word."