''Why do criminals always know the size and type of clothes you wear. It's fucking creepy,'' Marshall commented his arms behind his head as he watched Clara appear back out from the bathroom.

''Um maybe because they steal your clothes. I mean these are actually mine, so I'm pretty sure there're probably yours too,'' Clara pointed out, gesturing to the outfit Marshall was wearing. He just stuck his tongue out as she wandered over to the desk across the room from him.

The second she reached out to pull the drawer open the door to the room, swung open, a grinning Jasper stepped into the room. Clara rolled her eyes as she watched him enter the room, two armed men behind him.

''What are you scared of Jas?'' She questioned raising her eyebrows at the armed men.

''Just a precaution Cici, now sit,'' he pointed to the chair by the desk. Clara rolled her eyes but did as he'd asked, well more demanded and sat on the chair. Marshall, on the other hand, removed his arms from behind his head and sat up straighter on the bed.

''Micheal, I confess is a little bloodied up. Curtis and Rose are doing fine, I mean apart from the arguing. Turns out he didn't realise she was a Lesbian. Anyway, now to you two,'' he paused running his eyes over each of them before darting his tongue across his teeth, ''I believe Cici, Micheal has some shit he needs to get off his chest,'' he nodded towards one of the men behind him, who stepped forward and pulled Clara up from the chair, locking her hands in place with handcuffs.

''Hey, what're you doing?'' Marshall leapt off the bed, but Jaspers grip on his arm meant he went no further than the end of it, leaving Marshall to snarl at him.

''Calm down, I would never hurt my little sister, Mathers I'm not an animal. We'll be back shortly,'' Marshall was left to watch as Clara was led out, her brother behind her.

''Fuck,'' he muttered falling backwards to sit on the end of the bed. His head resting in his hands.

***

''Ma'am this is a crime scene you should stay back,'' Miranda huffed reaching inside her clutch to pull out her ID. The officer in charge of who wait in and out of the building glanced over her credentials before giving a huff of his own and pulling up the tape to allow her through.

''Thank you so much,'' Miranda responded stepping inside the building. Her gaze was fixed immediately on the three bodies that lay sprawled limply across a booth in the corner. A few medics in white overall body suits were swarmed around them taking various DNA samples.

''Ah you must be Miss Jenson, Troy Martin,'' the man who had approached her held out his hand for her to take, she ignored it, choosing to stare the man down, ''I understand that two of your agents are missing, but so is one of mine.''

''That is where you are wrong Mr Martin. Not only are two of my agents missing, but so are the people they should be protecting and I am very much aware that this little gathering was planned by your agent,'' Miranda snapped out her fury getting the best of her. Trusting the FBI on their mission was possibly the worst decision she had ever made.

''I... how'd you know that?'' Troy asked, all other words failing him at that moment.

''My agents tell me everything because one small detail could destroy a whole operation. Judging by the look on your face, your agents aren't as truthful,'' Miranda replied. She found great delite in watching the rather large man begin to fumble with his words before then tutting and turning away from her.

Not long after a timid-looking man, who looked more like a boy, approached her with a laptop resting in his arms. He gestured for her to sit down so that should be briefed on what evidence had been found, including video footage from the club. He played the footage first and Miranda was very much aware of who the man was in the video.

''We're trying to figure out who he is, but face recognition isn't coming up with anything,'' the young man explained. Miranda just nodded her head, she had no intention in divulging information until she was sure Troy and his team could be trusted.

''Have you got anything else? Do you know who those people over there are?'' She asked.

''The one in the middle was the manager the guy to his left was one of the bartenders serving last night and the one on the right was the bouncer who'd been on duty,'' he responded.

''Thank you, um before you go you don't think you could grab me a glass of water could you?'' The young man hesitated but nodded before jumping out of his seat to do as she'd asked.

Miranda took the opportunity to take the memory stick from inside her pocket and plug it into the USB slot in the side of the laptop. Making sure to copy all the relevant files over without deleting any by accident, Miranda kept one eye open making sure wasn't coming back any time soon. Sure enough by the time he'd come back with a bottle of what, the memory stick was safely back in her pocket and the laptop screen was the same as it had been when he'd left.

''Thank you so much,'' he nodded, picked up his laptop and scuttled back from wherever he had appeared from. Miranda was left at the table, taking her time to survey the room. Once she was satisfied she took her to leave, not before smiling at the officer who'd tried to stop her from entering earlier.

The moment she reached her car, she was already on the phone. The first person she called the second she turned out of the carpark.

''I know you're on bed rest Joe so you are the best person for the job right now,'' Miranda didn't wait for him to reply, it wasn't like he had a choice, ''in about twenty minutes I'm going to send you a video, I want you to watch it then find out what you can about the man in it. You should know who it is the moment you see him.''

''Ok, anything else?'' He asked. That was another thing Miranda was sure Troy wouldn't understand, the fact her agents would do anything without asking questions.

''Not at this moment, I'll call you if there is,'' they hung up without so much as a bye. The next person she called didn't pick up straight away, but after a couple of rings, they finally came to the phone.

''You better have a good explanation for calling Miss Jenson,'' the gruff voice of the somewhat rather angry man, weirdly had a calming effect of the woman.

''When don't I?'' She joked before getting straight to her point, ''Jasper Taylors, when did you release him?'' There was a deafening silence from the other end. One that she had very much expected to hear, ''Mr Gregson?''

''We didn't, he should still be here under lock and key,'' Gregson responded, the difference in his voice told Miranda that he was in fact quite shocked at the accusation she had just made.

''Well I've got evidence that he was in Detroit last night at a club, which ended in three dead and five people being taken hostage and four of them are my responsibility,'' her whole intention of the conversation had been for her to keep her cool, but it appeared that wasn't what was happening.

''I can prove it to you if you want, I'll go to his cell and check. See you hear that,'' Miranda replied with a simple yes as she heard the clang of his keys and the deep thud sound made from his feet walking across the hard metal floor.

As he walked down the corridor, Miranda put her car in reverse and parked in an empty space outside the hotel she had booked. In the lift, she had to listen to him blabber on about how stupid she was going to be when he opened the cell and found Jasper. She just nodded and hummed down the phone in response, knowing full well he was going to be the stupid one. He reached the cell door at the same time she reached her hotel room. The keys went in a turned the lock at the same time Miranda swiped her key card. Both rooms were empty.

''Shit.''

''And that's all I needed to know Gregson,'' Miranda hung up dumping her phone on the bed, ''Be smart Clara for the love of god. You to Rose,'' she whispered, sinking down into the bed herself now.