"What happened?" Donald asked the nurse who was trying to explain last night to him. "Somebody tried to kidnap my uncle?"

"I don't know why she did, but she did." The nurse responded. "And Frank's throat started bleeding before she got away."

"I-Is he okay?" Ressler questioned, only slightly concerned about the criminal. He may have hated Reddington but didn't want him to die... At least, not right now.

"He'll be fine. You can go see him, if you want." She stated. Donald nodded and started to walk to Red's room but stopped and turned back around.

"What about the girl?"

"What about her?"

"Can I see her? I'd like to ask her a few questions." Donald said and the nurse nodded.

"I think that your uncle would appreciate it if you went to see him first though." She stated and he nodded even though he knew that Reddington wouldn't actually care. Ressler walked away and went to Red's hospital room. He found the criminal looking annoyed with three doctors around him hurling questions at him.

"Why would she want to kidnap a sweet old man?" Asked the young woman, which got her a glare from Red.

"Did she want ransom?" Asked the man next to her, looking to Red. Raymond glanced past them and noticed Donald. He motioned for him to come over.

"What would that girl want with your uncle?" Asked another man. Ressler glanced at Red as if to ask why he hadn't answered. Then, he realized that he probably couldn't speak if his throat was having to heal again.

"Uncle Frank used to work for the police force. So, he made a lot of enemies." Donald answered. Hey, it wasn't a complete lie. The answer seemed to satisfy one of the doctors who nodded before exiting the room to go to one of his patients. The other two weren't shooed away so easily.

"But she was so young." Stated the woman.

"Maybe, she was the daughter of one of the men that my uncle arrested. I'm going to talk to her later. If it's anything that all of you need to know, I'll come tell you." Donald responded, trying to sound professional and get them to leave the room. Whether they believed him or not, he wasn't sure, but his answer got them to leave.

When the door shut behind the last doctor, Donald turned to Red, noticing that he had a small dry erase board. He sat in the chair next to Red's bed. Leaning in closer, he asked, "Who was the girl?".

'Never seen her before,' Red wrote down on the board after shrugging. After Donald had read the message, Red erased it.

"Do you think she has anything to do with Lisa?"

'No, Lisa thinks I'm dead.'

"Any idea of who she'd be working for?" Donald asked and Red just shook his head. Then, he started to write again.

'Why haven't you talked to her yet?'

"I thought that it'd look suspicious if I didn't visit my uncle first."

'How long do I have to be here?'

"Another week," Donald answered, getting a groan from the criminal. Ressler smirked before saying, "What's the matter? You look like you spend a lot of time sitting on your ass." Red glared daggers at him but made no move to write anything. "What? Can't think of a comeback?"

Donald yelped when the board collided with his face. He jumped up and rubbed his reddened forehead. After a quick glare at the smirking criminal, Donald got up to leave. He closed the door behind him and saw that a nurse was staring at him intently.

"Uncle Frank gets a little cranky when he's being cooped up like this."

"Sorry, Agent Ressler, but we can't let you in just yet." Stated Harvey, another agent.

"Why not?" Donald asked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's nothing personal. It's just that with this being about your uncle, we can't let you get close to the girl without us knowing a few things first."

"When will I get to see her?" Donald asked. He needed to see her soon. If she was linked to Lisa in anyway, he needed to know. Even with what Red thought, Donald figured that he could be wrong.

"A few days," Harvey replied causing Donald to grimace. A lot could happen in a couple days.

A few days passed but Donald never got to speak to Jade. Shortly after Donald had told Red that he wouldn't be able to interrogate her, she had gone missing. The doctors thought that she had just escaped, but Donald knew better than that. He especially knew better when Red was told that he could leave early. There was no way any doctor would have let him go knowing the condition of his throat.

"You had something to do with her disappearance, didn't you?" Donald questioned as he followed the directions that Red was giving him. The criminal sat smugly in the passenger seat and glanced at Donald.

"Don't ruin the surprise, Donald." Red stated, his voice still a little raspy.

"Don't call me Donald."

"Hmm. Whatever you want, dumb ass." Red retorted, getting a glare from Ressler.

"You know, I could kick you out right now or arrest you." Donald stated, causing Red to give a deep belly laugh.

"We both know that you aren't going to do that. Turn right up here." Red instructed before going back to his point. "You want to catch Lisa and you want to find out who the girl is."

"What'd you do to piss her off anyway?" Donald asked, referring to Lisa.

"I have no idea." Red responded, leaning back in his seat. "But I know that she's working for someone. I heard her make a call before she left. She said that the job was nearly done, that I was dying, she had the box, and something about an agent taking the fall. Now that I think about it, she was probably going to pin the murder on you."

"...What box?" Donald questioned.

"My music box,"

"What the hell does a music box have to do with anything?" He asked but Red only shrugged.

"Get ready to pull over. The house is up there." Red stated. Donald followed where he was pointing and pulled up in front of a beige house. "It's a little more bland than what I'm used to, but it'll do." Red added before getting out. Donald followed him inside, letting his hand drift to his gun when he heard a girl screaming.

"Sounds like she's giving Dembe a run for his money."

"What are you doing to her?" Donald asked, worry getting the better of him.

"Only trying to get answers," Red responded, but Donald only felt a sense of foreboding. The two walked into the next room to find Dembe holding onto the back of Jade's shirt as she tried to run from him. She let out another deafening scream as she turned and started punching his sides. If Dembe had been a smaller man, the hits probably would have done real damage.

"Dembe, it's good to see you!" R ed called, straining his voice a little. Dembe gave him a smile before letting go of the girl, causing her to fall into one of the many seats. The two men shared a quick hug. Then, Red turned to look at Donald. "Dembe, this is Agent Ressler."

"This is him?" Dembe asked with eyebrows raised. Red nodded to answer. "He's a pipsqueak."

"Hey," Donald mutter, slightly offended.

"Don't let his size fool you." Red stated.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're shorter than me." Donald argued, but went on as if he hadn't said anything.

"He's like a rat. He looks harmless enough, but if you let your guard down, he'll try to claw your eyes out. Now, what have you found out about the girl?"

"Nothing, I haven't been able to get her to talk." Dembe answered. Red turned to the girl and smirked.

"I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something."