Elisa walked into her apartment, flipped on the light, and nearly jumped out of her skin to see David Xanatos sitting on her couch and sipping from one of her coffee mugs like he owned the place.

She had her gun out in the next breath, training it right on him. "You're supposed to be dead. What the hell are you doing here?"

Xanatos set his mug on the coffee table. "Don't believe everything you read in the newspapers, Detective Maza. And I'm here because," he winced, "I need your help."

Elisa took another second to think about it before she holstered her gun once again. "This had better be good."

Xanatos smiled wryly. "Oh, it will be."

I still have not actually seen this series; please forgive any mistakes.