AN: Hey everyone. I'm back. I had finals at school, but now I don't so I can continue with this story. Enjoy the new chapter.

During Leandro's interrogation, Bobby and Elke were firing questions at the convict left, right and center. They were doing so at great speed, because Leandro was surprisingly talking, and they wanted to extract as much information out of him as possible before he smartened up and demanded a lawyer. He told them that he was involved in the crime, but wasn't one of the four convicts who stole the money from the bank's vault; he was simply the driver who then deposited the money into his uncle's business account for whatever reason. According to both Mr. Giordano and Dario, Leandro didn't know Mr. Giordano very well, so how did he have access to the bank account? Did he steal information, his uncle's ID, the pin number? Bobby confirmed:

"So, Leandro, you admit to robbing the bank?"

Leandro answered quickly, "Not robbing, no."

"Waiting in the car and depositing stolen money counts as robbing a bank."

"I didn't take the money…yes, I was a part of the heist and did have the money in my hands when I deposited it, but I didn't physically take the money out of the vault that night."

"Okay…" Bobby took a quick breath, "Who physically stole the money out of the vault?"

Leandro answered, "The Abato family."

Bobby raised a brow. "Never heard of them. Can you tell me about them, mate?"

Leandro said, "I only got involved with the Abato, because I was and still am in a dire situation. Abatos' job was to steal the money, and my job was to hide it somewhere. I hid it in my uncle's account because well…he doesn't know me, and apparently he's pretty naïve when it comes to looking at his businesses' finances, so it only made sense. I planned on hiding it there and then splitting it up electronically before he'd even know money was there to begin with."

Elke said, "That was incredibly stupid, Leandro. If you were to hide money, it should have either been split that night in the car, or buried in the ground. We at the FBI work electronically, and so do the banks. Let's be honest, you're not the sharpest tool in the shed."

Bobby looked at Elke for a moment. He tried telling her through his eyes not to berate the suspect. The last thing they wanted was Leandro to ask for a lawyer. Bobby asked, "You said that you were in dire need of money. Why did you need it? To pay off debts?"

Leandro replied, "Yes, and no…you see, I have a daughter who is…sick. And here in America, healthcare is very expensive. Luckily the Abatos had a conscience and were nice enough to help me out. All I needed was $200,000 and they wanted the rest."

Bobby lowered his head. Ugh…he hated cases that were aligned with morale. Leandro was obviously just a father who wanted to help his daughter, but he had to pay the price for it; convicting people like this was gut wrenching. Leandro was known to be a chronic liar when it came to explaining his day-to-day life. He lied about his job. Maybe he was embarrassed that his wife was the breadwinner, that he was getting a divorce, and that his sick child was putting him in deeper debt.

Leandro continued, "If I don't provide my daughter medical care, she will die. As you know, she's resting at home now, but there's no doubt she will relapse and be back in the hospital next week…and I need funds. I've run out."

Elke assured a little aggressively, "Leandro, there are other and more legal ways to raise funds without robbing a bank."

Bobby drew a breath. "Mate, I'm sorry to hear that you have a sick child; I wouldn't wish something like that on my worst enemy, but we cannot let you off the hook for this. You might not have physically taken the money from the vault, but you were the driver, had the money in your hands, brought the stolen money to the bank and hid it. You were an accomplice. Now, we can make a deal with you. You tell us in detail who the robbers were, what they look like, and where we can find them, and I can make sure the prosecution gives you a lesser sentence. Who knows…because of your sick daughter, the jury could potentially make you a free man. So, how does that sound?"

Leandro looked away momentarily. He then said, "The Abato family are siblings. There are three brothers and one sister. They wanted to rob the bank so they could buy drugs and send some of the money back to their family in Italy. Other than that, that's all I know about their motives, and I didn't care, because I was focused on my own family."

Bobby nodded. "Where did you first meet then? Are they long time friends of yours?"

Leandro answered, "I tend to get myself into trouble. I like to deceive people, but not once have I deceived you yet. I met them when I was working at my uncle's shop one day. They're customers. I'm not sure if they are regulars, because I only work there once a month. But one day at the shop, I was upset, because my daughter was admitted back to the hospital that morning. I didn't say anything until one of the Abato siblings saw how emotional I was, and decided to pry into my life. After telling them my story, they took me aside and told me how they could help me."

Bobby asked, "Do you know where they live?"

"I don't know. Although I was the driver, they picked me up for the heist, and provided me with that car. Any meeting that we had was in different alleys. Like I said, I believe they are customers, so my uncle might have more information on them. He's pretty personable to his customers, so he might be able to answer some of those questions."

Bobby paused for a moment, then asked, "What are their real names?"

"I don't know, and didn't care to ask."

"What do they look like?"

Then, Elke chimed, "I don't get it."

"What?" Leandro said, raising a brow.

"You're telling us everything."

Leandro blinked, "And?"

"Do you not know you can acquire a lawyer? We read you the Miranda Rights. Did you forget or something?"

Bobby then attempted to get the conversation back to him. "What do they look like, Leandro?"

Upon realizing that he'd forgotten about his Miranda Rights, he immediately took action. He'd told them too much. A deal with prosecution be damned. "I want a lawyer."

Bobby slammed the door as he and Elke left the interrogation room. Elke knew he was pissed, but she did not dare look at him nor say a word. She made a mistake. She spoke without thinking, and they paid for it; it was one of her greatest flaws. "Hey!"

Elke stopped in her tracks. She turned around and faced the music. "You better watch what you say when we interrogate. We have to get as much information out of people like him as possible before they want a lawyer. He obviously forgot about a lawyer, but you just HAD to remind him."

"I'm sorry," Elke said, "I spoke without thinking. I didn't think he'd actually go through with it."

Bobby rubbed his forehead. He then sighed, "Listen, I know you are the linguist in the task force, so you're not in the office much, so let this be a learning lesson. We had gotten lucky with this guy, but because of your mistake, we can't learn what our four suspects look like."

To redeem herself somewhat, Elke then suggested, "Why don't you and Dimitrius go back to Dario at the jail and ask him about the Abato family? Maybe Dario would have an idea since both are involved in a life of crime. Maybe he knows what they look like."

Bobby rolled his eyes, then walked away. He had to cool down, although he had to admit that it was a good idea.

Later in the day, Dimitrius and Bobby returned to the prison and started asking questions about what they had learned from Leandro. Dimitrius said:

"So, we talked to Leandro, and he admitted to being involved in the heist. He stated that the people who were with him were the Abato family. Do you know who they are? The Abato siblings in particular?"

Dario - looking exhausted - answered, "The Abato family? Yes…well…I know his father who is relevant in the drug business back in Italy. His kids…well…they live in Washington, and they're trouble makers…always have been. Leandro talked about them a lot…I think they're customers at my brother's deli, and he has a relationship with them…that was five years ago…maybe they had a falling out now - I don't know. Like I said before, I don't know much about my youngest brother, but what I do know is that he's very personable with his customers, especially regulars. He's been like that all his life. If I were you, I would keep tabs on the shop until one of the siblings shows up. I'm sure that if Leandro's information goes to my brother, he will spill the beans, and the siblings may run…and when I mean run…I mean leave the country."

"Do you know their names?"

"I do not. I don't know what they look like either."

Dimitrius and Bobby sighed. Dimitrius said, "We didn't expect you to." He then said to Bobby, "Maybe Mr. Giordano at the sandwich shop could tell us something."

Bobby raised a brow. He answered, "Why? Dario just said that if we talked to him about what Leandro told us that he would tip off the convicts."

Dimitrius explained, "Well…Mr. Giordano met Jack, Elke and Sue, but they haven't met me yet…the new soon to be regular customer. I'll get Mr. Giordano to trust me, make some conversation, and I'll pretend that I'm looking for the Abato siblings for some obscure reason. That way he can give us a description of the siblings, and we can tell border security who to look out for if they don't come to the shop."

The convict across from them questioned, "Can I go now? I'm missing my game of rummy."

Jack and Sue were on lunch break at the nearest park; Levi was at their side. It was a nice day; for late fall it wasn't too hot or cold; however, they had to enjoy what they could, for a snowstorm was supposed to erupt tomorrow. Jack turned to the love of his life and said:

"How's your mom doing? You received a troubling phone call last night…that she was a little under the weather?"

Sue lightly scoffed, "Under the weather is an understatement. Dad is taking her to the clinic today to see what's going on. I have a feeling it's the flu, but it just hit her hard."

Jack nodded. "That's the best we can hope for."

Sue said, "If something happens, I'll be taking a week off of work."

Jack agreed. "And I'll be coming with you."

"Jack, you're the team leader…"

"I'm also your fiance…your soon to be husband. That means that your mom will be my mother in law, and as far as I'm concerned, family comes first. I want to be there for you, so I also must be there for her."

"You're so sweet," Sue replied.

Jack shrugged, "I do my best. Besides, they won't miss me much here. Bobby is also a team leader, so I think we've got our bases covered."

Suddenly, Sue's phone buzzed against her leg. She pulled it out of her coat pocket, and saw that it was Anne Leland texting her. Sue raised a brow as she read:

Anne: Can you do me a favor?

A favor? What did she need? Wasn't she supposed to be in Europe? Maybe she came home three months early. Sue texted Anne back:

Sue: Sure. What do you need? Did you forget something?

Anne: Can you check on my brother?

Sue's heart sank into the pit of her stomach. Did something happen that she was unaware of?

Anne: I'm sorry if it's too much to ask. I'm at Amsterdam Airport, but my flight home is delayed.

Sue: You're coming home early? I thought you were going to be out of the country for a few months.

Anne: I was…until my brother left me an awful voice message. I tried calling the number he was using, but he didn't answer. I'm worried about him. I knew his PTSD was bad, but I thought he just went on vacation for the fun of it. I wasn't aware that he'd lost his job.

Sue assured:

Sue: He didn't lose his job.

Anne: Okay, paid suspension or whatever. He's in Lake Moomaw. He said that he's with some people.

Sue: We know. I'll get Jack to call the people he is staying with, and get them to give us an update.

Anne: Thank you. Hopefully I'll be in the city tomorrow night. Please give me an update on him as soon as possible.

Sue put her phone away. Looking concerned, Jack asked, "Is everything alright?"

"No," Sue started, "That was Anne. She's coming back to DC early."

"Early? Why?"

Sue shook her head. "Apparently, Myles left her a distressing voice message last night and it alarmed her. She wants us to check up on him."

Jack swore under his breath. "Shit."

Sue said, "Could you call Wanda and ask her to check up on him. I'm sure Myles doesn't want to see our faces anymore."

Jack spat, "He's making it hard for us not to." He then took out his phone. "What is Wanda's number again?"

Chapter 23 is next…