NOTE TO phyl7375: Lol! No, I didn't put any intentional trivia, but I'm glad you caught something! Sometimes I write, and I find trivia that unconsciously put in there myself. It's always fun finding that. And I know it's my story, but I know I don't write as descriptively as I would like, so I always want to make sure I'm understood, so if you EVER find something that doesn't make sense, just let me know. I may think something in my head, but it doesn't make sense in someone else's (believe me, I've seen that on here with other FanFics.) I just want to make sure I'm understood, and I try so hard to keep in line with the characters.

TRIVIA: There is something in this chapter that relates to the real Sue Thomas. There is an easy, general answer, and a harder, more direct answer. If you get the easy answer right, you get one chapter. If you get it 100% correct, you get THE REST OF THE STORY! (2 chapters!)

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Sue and Amy walked back into the bullpen.

"How'd it go?" D asked once Sue got into view.

"OK, they were hoping for more information from her, but she didn't see anything. She also mentioned a letter, but she didn't want to explain it."

Amy waved at Sue. "A-D-A-M DEAF?"

"DON'T KNOW. ME ASK HIM." Sue replied. "Amy wants to know if Adam was Deaf."

"He was hard of hearing." D replied, and Sue interpreted.

"ME ASK IF MY FRIENDS KNOW SOMETHING. MAYBE THEY KNOW HIM." Amy signed before sitting down at her desk and got on her videophone.

D frowned. "What's going on? I didn't catch all of that."

"She's asking her friends if they know anything." Mya said casually as she walked past them.

"How did you…" D asked after her. Too late, she was out the door and gone.

"What?" Sue asked.

"Mya knew exactly what Amy signed." He replied.

Sue frowned as well. "Either she knows ASL and didn't tell us, or she picks up on it really well."

D nodded. "I would assume the former to be true. I don't picture her to be such a quick learner of any language."

Sue nodded. "So about the case, what do we do now?"

"Nothing. We just have to wait to see what Metro PD picks up. If they need us, we will be called."

Sue sighed. "OK."

?-?

Jack was in his hotel room getting ready when his phone rang. "Hudson."

"Hi Jack, it's Andrew." The caller on the other line said.

"Andrew, Hi!"

"So Donehey has been caught, in the act, actually. He was going to blow up another reporters' apartment as well."

Jack whistled in response.

"Once we confirm that all the cases are connected, I will let you know."

"Thank you so much, Andrew. We are going home tomorrow morning, so this is such a big relief."

"No problem. I'm glad Bobby came to me with those letters."

"Me too."

?-?

Later that evening, everyone got as dressed up as they could with their limited wardrobe and went out to eat at a restaurant on the beach. Tara was in a sundress she bought in the gift shop, and Jack had dark jeans and a nice shirt on.

When Caleb saw Tara get out of the car at the restaurant, he whistled.

"You look beautiful." He almost whispered when she got close.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She smiled, eyeing him in his suit.

Jack put his hands in his pockets, looked at the concrete, and rocked back and forth. This was a bit awkward for him. No one likes being a third wheel.

"Alright, let's go." Caleb said, putting her arm in his, and walking towards the entrance. Jack tailed behind.

All throughout dinner, Jack felt out of place. He wished he had Sue with him. Instead of following along with their conversation, he got out a notebook that he had in his pocket, and started writing down ideas. He had talked to a few people already, but he wanted to make this perfect. Every detail thought of. He might not be Deaf, but he was going to try his hardest to think like he was. Two weekends ago, he even wore sound-cancelling headphones around his apartment all day to try to see how it felt. It definitely wasn't helpful when he burnt his lunch in the oven because he couldn't hear the timer go off. That memory sparked an idea, so he wrote it down.

"Hasn't it Jack?" Tara asked.

"Jack?"

"Huh?" he said as he looked up from the notebook.

"I was saying that we've been working together for over 20 years." Tara said.

"Uh, yeah, I think." He said, then looked back down.

"Is everything OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?" he frowned at her.

"You are so focused on that notebook." She leaned over to see what he was writing. Before she could read anything, he covered it with his hands. She looked at him, confused.

"I'm just working on something." He replied.

Tara smiled. "It's for Sue, isn't it?"

Jack didn't answer, but the shifting of his eyes gave it away.

Her smile got bigger. "You're thinking of ideas for a birthday gift, right? It is in about 6 months, right? In the spring? You need something special for all the time you've missed."

"Birthday, birthday," he murmured. "Yes!" he exclaimed, then furiously wrote something down in the notebook.

Tara just laughed and shook her head.

All throughout the rest of the dinner, Jack was furiously writing, while the two lovebirds had their own conversation. They talked about everything under the sun, yet all Tara could think was how she was going to miss him. She'd only known him for a few days, yet it felt like a lifetime. And next weekend when they'd planned on meeting again felt like 10 lifetimes from this moment. Despite that, she couldn't wait.

?-?

That night, Sue couldn't sleep. She knew there was something deep about that letter that Grace was talking about, but she didn't know how to get her to talk about it. If she didn't it could mean life or death for her, and possibly other people, depending on what it said. She HAD to go visit Grace again, alone, so she would feel the most comfortable.

"And that's what I'll do." She said to herself.