Haven went back into the office hoping that Nakamura was still there and hadn't been shipped off yet. She saw Aram sitting at his desk, "Aram, is Nakamura still here? I need 5 minutes with her," Haven said, her tone rushed.

Aram looked up from his computer screen, "She's in the interrogation room waiting to be questioned. Keen and Ressler had to get to the DC Zoo stat because their was a body discovered and the girl that was kidnapped from them is there."

Haven raised her brow, "That is quite the day," she commented, "I'm gonna go take care of Nakamura's interrogation. I'll be back out in 5."

Aram nodded as Haven walked away and went into the room to speak with Nakamura. "Agent Nakamura, I only have one question for you. Do you think you'll be able to help me out?" she asked, walking into the door.

"What do you want to know?" she asked, her voice filled with attitude.

Haven took a seat across the table, "I know that you took out your own voice and tried to frame another agent for your transgressions but I also know that the voice on the other end of the line was the Garbage Collector. Who's voice is that?"

Nakamura stared across the table, her arms crossed, "I don't know his name. I just did what he asked. He appreciated my talents."

Haven shook her head, "I looked into you and I know that you were very loyal when you started and that when Aram joined you started to take a backseat so I also know that you wouldn't betray this country for just some random person giving you orders. I'm only going to ask one more time, who is it?"

"Someday your confidence will be your undoing but not today. You're right, I wouldn't have done this without full disclosure so the Garbage Collector is Jason Akerman and another agent was on to him but they have been recently killed."

Haven smiled, "Thank you for your honesty," she replied as she felt her phone vibrating, "Agent Masters," she answered.

"Masters, this is Kaplan," the familiar voice introduced herself, "Mr. Reddington would like to take care of Nakamura himself so the choice is yours but the power to your facility will go out in 30 seconds. If you choose to keep her, he will understand but if you want him to have her then let her out and we'll take care of the rest."

Haven nodded, "Understood. Would you like the name of the Garbage Collector?"

"Inform Cooper and have that man arrested," she said before disconnecting the call. The lights went out immediately. Haven already knew what she would do. She unlocked Nakamura's handcuffs and let her go.

Within 10 minutes the power was back on and she was on her way to Cooper's office. "Yes, Agent Masters," he acknowledged her gentle knock on his door.

"I have the identity of the Garbage Collector for you. It's Jason Akerman. Did Keen and Ressler get their guys?" she asked.

Cooper shook his head, "No, but we got yours and the deal with Reddington is set. You've done another great job. Make sure you introduce yourself to Keen on your way out."

Haven nodded as she exited his office and headed back down to leave for the day. She saw Keen and Ressler coming in.

"Keen, this is Haven Masters. She started within the last few days too," Ressler introduced them.

Keen extended her hand, "Nice to meet you. I think we're going to do some good work here."

Haven nodded, "Agreed," she shook her hand, "Have a nice night." Haven left the Post Office for a much needed quiet night at home.

When she walked into her apartment, her best friend was inside drinking a glass of wine.

"Susan, what are you doing in DC?" she asked.

Susan smiled at her, "I came to surprise you with a visit but I had no idea you'd be so late. I thought you had a 9-5."

Haven laughed, "I used to but not anymore. I'm glad you're here! Did you bring the wine? I haven't been to the store in weeks," she admitted.

Susan shook her head, "I could never afford this. It was on your coffee table when I walked in. There was a note. Here," she said handing Haven a card.

Haven looked down at the card and it read, "Good work today, Masters. I can't wait to see what we do next," and it was signed Red. She couldn't help the small smile that danced across her lips.

Susan raised her eyebrows, "Whose Red? You didn't tell me you were seeing anyone."

"I'm not," Haven replied as she sat down to catch up with her friend.