Lucy Dotson put the phone on hold and called out from her desk, "Guys, I've got Howie on line one. Anyone want to take it?"

Jack, Bobby and D looked at each other. Bobby rolled his eyes. No one wanted to deal with Howie. He had helped them get a few guys they wanted, but it always caused extra stress and annoyance since he talked continuously even when he was undercover with them. They never knew what he would do next and the fact that he was calling them meant that their next few days could be either full of excitement or ones they would dread.

After a few seconds, Jack spoke up as he put his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, he's Sue's snitch. Levi?" He motioned for Levi to get Sue's attention. He pawed her leg and Sue looked up to meet Jack's eyes.

"Howie's on the phone," he told her. Sue sighed. Jack grinned as she pulled over her microphone and opened up her computer program.

"Howie? It's Sue."

Across the screen came the words:

Hey, Sue. How are you?

"I'm fine. What's up?"

I think I've got something for ya.

"It better be good."

It should be. A friend of mine has stumbled across something he thinks is explosives. Maybe dynamite.

"Dynamite's not illegal."

I know. But it was all made up like someone might use to strap onto themselves to blow themselves up.

"You mean like a suicide bomber?"

Hearing her conversation, Jack got up to from his desk as Demetrius leaned forward from his desk.

Maybe. I don't know. It could be nothing. But I'm supposed to tell you guys what I see, right?

Jack started waving his finger, signing 'where'.

"We'll see what we can do. Where did your friend find this stuff?" asked Sue, seeing Jack signing to her.

It was in an old warehouse off Maryland Avenue. He just saw it through the window but he said it looked like a lot.

"We'll look into it. Thanks, Howie. Bye," said Sue, looking over to see Jack and D standings beside her desk.

"What's he got?" D asked Sue.

"He has a friend who thought he saw some dynamite in an old warehouse tied together like a suicide bomb. Anyone want to go with me to take a look?"

Jack looked over to Bobby and asked, "Crash, you want to come with us and take a look at some explosives?"

Bobby nodded as he got his coat and joined Jack, Sue and Levi as they went to the elevator.

Later that day, they filled each other in on what they had found out.

"It looks like Howie was right. It could be used for suicide bombers by the way they were all strapped together," said Bobby.

"Forensics checked it out. Prints matched to a Marc Nelson," said Tara.

"One guy made all of it?" asked Lucy, surprised.

"Looks like it. They could only find one set of prints. But someone else could have helped but used gloves," said Tara.

"Tara, see what else you can get on Nelson. You have his address?" asked Jack.

"Yep," said Tara as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper and gave it to Jack.

"Thanks. Bobby?" said Jack, looking to his friend.

"Right with you, mate."

Jack and Bobby pulled up to a fairly small duplex and got out. They knocked on the door and waited. Finally, a woman about in her thirties appeared at the door.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Bobby felt inside his coat for his badge. "Mrs. Nelson?"

"Yes?"

He flashed his badge. "FBI. Can we come in?"

Mrs. Nelson welcomed them inside. "Is there a problem?"

"Are you married, Mrs. Nelson?" asked Jack.

"Yes. My husband's name is Marc."

"Have you seen him today?" asked Jack.

"I saw him when he left for work this morning."

As she answered, they heard what sounded like someone throwing up coming from upstairs.

"I'm sorry. That's Miriam. She's been home sick all day. So has Max."

"We'll make this quick," said Jack. "Have you suspected your husband of any unusual activities or has he been seeing people you're unsure about at all?"

"No. What's this about?"

"His name has come up in one of our investigations. We're just checking things out. If you suspect anything or anyone, please call us. OK?" asked Jack, standing up.

"OK. I really should be getting back to my kids," said Mrs. Nelson.

"Well, thanks for your time anyways," said Jack. Mrs. Nelson showed them out and the two agents went to Jack's car. As they started driving, Bobby asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't know. Just because she says she doesn't know anything about the bombs doesn't means she isn't lying," said Jack.

"You mean, she could know?"

"She seemed in a big hurry. Maybe trying to avoid the subject," said Jack, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Well, you heard her, Sparky, her kids were sick."

"I suppose kids can keep your attention away from a bomb-making husband."