A/N: Ok, boys and girls. This is it. This is the last chapter of this little story. I hope you had fun reading it. I sure had fun writing it! Reviews, as always, will be highly appeciated. a big thank you to those who sticked with me since the beginning of this fanfiction.

EPILOGUE

After Jack and Bobby had been patched up by the paramedics and the coastguard had rescued the four criminals, the six colleagues returned to DC and went home to catch on some hours of sleep. They had organized a picnic in the park with D's family at 12:00. It was already 07:00.
Everyone went straight to bed. Everyone except for Myles. Entering his house, he strode purposefully towards the little room where he kept his gardening tools and grabbed all the bottles of pesticide he could find. Going to his kitchen, he dumped them in the garbage bin and then went to bed.

***

Tara woke up and dragged herself out of the bed. Going through her daily routine like is she was on autopilot, she realized what she was doing only when she heard the soft voices coming form the TV. Widening her eyes, she turned off the device and dropped the remote on the couch as if it had scolded her. She watched her hands and then the remote with reproachful eyes. Then, she went to the window and opened it. Inhaling deeply and studying the sky and her surroundings, she returned to her room with a smile on her face.

- What a gorgeous day! – She shouted to the empty apartment.

***

Myles woke up and left his bed feeling strangely refreshed. After having sipped his coffee while reading the newspaper, he took a quick shower and dressed. Then he exited his house and went to check on his roses, ready to pay his last respects to them. Nearing the bushes, he heard a distinct buzz coming from them. He quickly reached his plants and observed, astonished, a swarm of bugs eating the aphids without damaging the roses.

- What? How? – He asked to the air, a befuddled look on his aristocratic face.

- You stopped using the pesticides, I see. – Webber said, straightening from his crouched position besides his newly planted apple tree.

- What? How? – Myles repeated, his expression unchanged.

- Are you feeling alright, Leland? – Webber asked, worried that the man would faint on his roses. When Myles didn't give any answer but kept watching him, Webber cleared his throat uncomfortably. – I'm glad you decided to stop using the pesticides. They were keeping these cute, hungry bugs away. I was worried that soon my roses would have been attacked too by those nasty aphids. –

***

Sue let go of Jack's hand when she saw the rest of the team approaching them but Jack took her other hand and placed it where the other was: in his lap, intertwined with his. Their friends didn't seem to notice. In fact, they seemed preoccupied by… each other. Sue observed them with unconcealed interest while they sit in front of them. She noticed how Lucy's and Myles's shoulders and arms and knees! touched intimately. And no one could miss the shy glances that Tara and Bobby were exchanging. The noisy arrival of D and his family brought the three couples to the here and now, forcing them to scatter rather abruptly, much to D's amusement.

After lunch, Bobby went away, saying that he had to take something from his car and that he would return soon. Tara followed him. Lucy busied herself picking up the remains and the garbage resulting from their lunch. Myles accompanied her to the garbage bin. D and Donna laid down, closing their eyes and enjoying the warm afternoon, Donna's head resting on D's shoulder and their hands intertwined on her abdomen. Sue and Jack spent the time talking and laughing at Levi's antics, both laying on their stomachs so as not to worsen Jack's injuries.
Suddenly a big black dog appeared in front of Jack's eyes, startling him. When the dog sit down, he noticed that there was something hanging from its collar.

- It's for me, buddy? – Jack asked, glancing around. – Where's your owner? – He asked then while taking the object. The dog stayed still, enduring stoically Levi's inspection.

It was a little envelope addressed to agent Jack Hudson. Jack opened it and showed its contents to Sue. It was the picture of a two-years-old kid. The face of the kid seemed familiar to both Jack and Sue but they didn't know why. What puzzled them even more was that in the lower part of the picture there was something written.

- Thank you – Sue read, her voice almost a whisper.

At that moment, Jack heard a loud whistle and the black dog scampered away. Following the beast with their eyes, Jack and Sue met the faces of the owners of the dog. They were a young couple with a kid. Squeezing his eyes, Jack recognized the kid of the picture. The mother of the kid waved towards them and Sue waved tentatively in return, studying her face. She had already seen that warm smile and those long, dark hair…Then suddenly it hit her.

- Mrs. Richardson! – Sue nearly shouted, startling Jack.

- And he is the desk clerk at Mr. Moore's industry. – Jack added, turning his head towards Sue but still watching the jovial, blond man that was making swirl his son in the air.

- So they were our anonymous informants…- Sue commented, turning her gaze to Jack.

- Apparently. – Jack confirmed, resting his eyes on Sue's, loosing himself in them.

A couple of minutes later, Bobby and Tara returned, a black gun case hanging from Bobby's bent arm.

- What's in there? – Lucy asked, her voice cold.

- A rifle? – Bobby suggested, slowly opening the zip of the case.

- What are your intentions, Manning? – Myles asked, getting up and approaching the tall Australian.

The eyes of the whole team rested on the Aussie, waiting for his next move.

- Well, I'm a hunter so… - He said shrugging. – I think I'll go hunting. – He added, swiftly and deftly extracting a water gun from the case. Pointing it at the Bostonian's face, he pulled the trigger.

Amidst the squeals and the laughter, Jack dragged Sue away from the confusion, hiding behind a small hedge.

- What are you going to do, Jack? – Sue asked, her breath quickening in anticipation.

- Kiss you, naturally. -

The End