Michael was headed for his office, hoping to at least get started on his paperwork. Timmy had agreed to forego the car ride, but he wanted to play tag instead of hide-and-seek. Michael had lunch with Timmy and Lisa, who then took her son for his afternoon nap. Devon then asked Michael for a quick report on his most recent case, which wasn't all that quick. At this rate, Michael would be lucky to read today's mail before Timmy's nap was over.

And something was nagging at the back of his mind. From experience, he knew enough to leave it alone until the thought bubbled up on its own. Talking to Kitt might help; it usually did. So maybe not going through mail in his office.

Except . . .

Michael was surprised to see the light on in his office. And even more surprised to see the girl from the pool at his desk. She was sorting through all the paperwork. Not reading anything, just skimming enough to put the paper into the piles – neat, organized piles – across the desk.

"Hello," he said in a mild tone. "I'm Michael Arthur Knight. The MA Knight on the nameplate right here outside the door."

"Yes, I know." She continued to sort papers.

"What are you doing here?"

"Here FLAG or here your office?"

He considered her question. "Both, actually."

"FLAG for assistance; your office to be of assistance." Before Michael could ask, she clarified. "Something about Lisa's story seems off. I figured I would look into it, and you weren't using your office. But I needed some space on the desk. Which turned into . . ." She gestured at the piles in front of her.

"What do you mean by off?"

Sighing, the girl finally looked up from the papers at him. "Lisa is so concerned about her son's safety that she comes to FLAG. And then promptly tries to dump him off on me, a complete stranger. She lets you take him to the pool without insisting on coming along. It just doesn't feel right."

Michael stared down at the girl, who had just articulated the very thought that had been nagging at him. The first of many, many questions was on his lips.

"Oh, Michael. There you are," said Lisa from behind him.

"Timmy?"

"Still napping. I asked one of the maids to keep an eye on him while I came looking for you," Lisa replied airily. "Who are you?" she asked the girl.

"I am Mr. Knight's assistant," the girl replied before Michael could say anything. And since he was trying to earn Lisa's trust, he couldn't contradict the girl. Or even admit he didn't know her name.

"Oh." Lisa was dismissive. "Anyway, Michael, I am going stir crazy here. I was hoping you could take me out to the mall."

Michael could think of a hundred things he would rather do than go to a shopping mall. But he really needed to get Lisa comfortable enough to share more details with him. And then his 'assistant' proved her worth.

"You'd do better at the open-air bazaar near the pier. It's less crowded, has much more interesting items, and much more reasonable prices. Oh, and there's a pond where your son can feed the fish. I'm sure he'd enjoy that."

Michael knew the place she meant, and it was a great choice.

"I should be done with the filing and other paperwork by dinnertime, Mr. Knight, sir. But now, I need to be going for my PT. If you could hand me my leg brace and crutch."

Michael looked by the door, where she had gestured. He handed over the two metal contraptions that were leaning against the wall. She strapped one to her left side and stood up. She was about five feet tall and obviously bent at the hip. Clearly that the was the assistance FLAG was providing. Though it was not their usual activity. Another mystery for him to solve.

"PT is over at 3, and then I'll come back to finish up my work for the day."

"I'll check in after I get back from the bazaar," he assured her.

"Of course."

Michael stared thoughtfully after her as she limped down the hall.

"Can we go now, Michael?"

"Sure, Lisa. Let's go see if Timmy is awake, and then we can head out."