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Setting: After the ending of the 2nd Season.

A black convertible is riding along a beach coast road. Inside is a beautiful blonde woman, dressed in black. She turns from gazing out the window and glances at the driver, a man with salt and pepper hair dressed in a tuxedo. He notices her glace and asks, "So this event wasn't any better than the last?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that…but I had no idea Jon Bon Jovi was so short."

Cassie's remark makes Quentin Cross smile, but as usual he turns his glance away in an effort to hide his reaction before responding, "I don't think he appreciated you commenting on his height either."

Cassie automatically smiles thinking about her blunder of the evening, "I was just so surprised I couldn't really help the comment. I did apologize."

"Well, the chairman seemed to help the situation."

"I know," Cassie makes a face thinking of how the Chairman stepped in to smooth over her observation. "I just wish that I hadn't had to call on him for help in the first place. I guess this means I won't be getting any backstage passes to the next concert."

"I wouldn't hold my breath."

Cassie glances at Cross trying to gauge his reaction, "I probably won't get invited to another of these events either…. D.D. or Shane would have liked to go, of course."

Cross stares straight ahead, "I didn't take D.D. or Shane. I brought you."

"Are you wishing you had asked D.D. or Shane?"

"Cassie…"

She turns fully toward Cross, "Do you remember when I had the bomb around my neck and you came to visit me?"

Cross can't help but glance in Cassie's direction, "Of course I do."

"Well, then remember we promised to finish that conversation later. I don't see any problem with now, do you?"

There is a momentary pause before Cross responds, "I think that conversation would take longer than what we have left of this car ride."

Cassie refuses to give up and insists, "Then we can get out of the car and finish it inside."

The car pulls up to the SheSpies beach home. Cross stops the car and turns to Cassie, "I don't think that finishing that conversation where D.D. and Shane could overhear would be confortable for either of us."

She sighs, knowing he was right. "Good point."

There is another momentary pause before Cross adds, "But we should finish the conversation."

"Where we can't be overheard."

"Yes."

"Where is that? I am a spy, I live with spies, and I am friends with spies." She starts shaking her head, "It's kinda hard to find places where no one will interrupt or overheard things."

"Correct."

Cassie, taking a moment to read Cross, sits back, "So where is this fantastic place?"

"Would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow?"

"It's stupid of me to ask why you changed the subject…"

Cross can't help but smile, "You know better."

"…so where are we going to have lunch?"

Cross considers a moment, "Let's meet at my apartment at 1."

"Fine." Cassie immediately realizes she will have to do some maneuvering around her roommates to pull off going to lunch, but at least she finally got Cross to commit to talking to her. "So you really didn't think that Bon Jovi was shorter in real life?"

Cross's quiet laughter fills the car, "I guess I hadn't really thought about it."