An Interesting Predicament
It had been a horrible day. Sue had worked for twelve hours straight trying to figure out what the two suspects on the surveillance tape were saying but to no avail. The others, even Lucy, had left long ago. Levi was asleep at her feet.
"Some strange accent or dialect is screwing this up!" She said to herself. She looked around the silent bullpen until her eyes fell on Jack's neat desk. Unconsciously, she compared it to her own messy one.
"I wonder what he's doing now?" She thought. Jack was away at a briefing session in France. A strange yearning over whelmed her for a moment but she quickly pushed it away. She was not ready to find out why. She leant down and rubbed her hand along the soft fur on Levi's flank. He gave a soft whimper, opened his eyes and shut them again. She smiled gently and focused again on the flickering computer monitor.
Myles was dreaming.
Lights were flashing all around him, in the sky, on buildings and on large billboards. He seemed to be enveloped in a multicolored fog of loud popping sounds, grating music and …ice cream trucks. There were people, who he could not recognize, streaming past him in every direction. He tried to talk to them but no one would stop. It was then he felt it … a gentle touch on his arm, pulling him, drawing him forward. He could not see who it was. He wanted to see who it was. Suddenly a loud clang caused him to jerk out of her grasp. The bell just kept on ringing and ringing.
Miles opened his eyes drearily. The telephone's insistent ring seemed to never stop. He lifted the receiver.
"Hello, Myles?" It was Sue's voice.
"Myles?" The voice repeated anxiously.
"This is Myles Leland."
"I'm sorry to phone you so late but I think that I've discovered some important information pertinent to our case … and I'm not sure that it can wait until morning."
FBI training kicked in and Myles was instantly awake.
He sat up. "Start talking, Thomas". He looked at his alarm clock. It was one a.m.