"This is quant," a voice said as two men walked into Harrison Shipping the day before they completed their move.

"Can I help you?" Kyle asked.

"I'm here to see your boss," the man said.

"And you are?" Kyle stood his ground.

"Alexander Marcus." Oh. Maybe it's because Jaime met his daughter that she was expecting the man to have an accent but this guy was as American as she is.

"How can I help you, Mister Marcus," Jaime said, raising from her chair.

"I need a moment of your time, Miss Kirk," Marcus told her. On the surface, it sounded like a request but Jaime was smart enough to know better. He obviously knew who she was, even if his information was two months old, at minimum. Luckily, no one thought to correct him.

"This way. You'll excuse the mess, we're in the middle of a move. Doctor Grayson, join us," she said. She wished that their lawyer was there but Spock's perfect memory more than made up for it. Jaime led Marcus and his associate into Harper's old office. She and Marcus took the two seats across from each other. "What can I do for you?"

"It's more like what I can do for you," Marcus said. "I have it under good authority that you're somewhat of an engineering savant. I also know that funding passion projects can be difficult. Especially when you've just graduated from college."

"You want to fund a project? What makes you think I can't do it myself?" Jaime asked.

The second man handed Marcus a file folder, "Your mother works for the Army Corps of Engineers. Your father's dead. Your brother is graduate student due to get his PhD next year… that tuition. Your step-father works for the FBI. Honest work. Not exactly hurting for cash but not much left over at the end of the day either. With a little help, your parents could retire well and your brother won't be saddled in debt."

So, surface information. Sam's education was mostly paid for thanks to his scholarship for undergrad and the money they got from their father. Their mother, while not swimming in cash, was very astute with it. Winona knew when to buy, when to rent, where to invest and what not to waste money on. Dad just went with what Winona told him to do. They didn't make a ton of money but they had a bunch set aside simply because they were careful about it. Whoever fed Marcus his information did some digging but it appeared to be mostly stuff that you could find out with quick searches on Google and Facebook.

"I'm not dumb enough to believe this meeting is about my family's financial well-being," she said honestly. Marcus looked at his associate. The man walked to the door before he turned towards Spock.

"Ma'am?" her friend asked. Marcus might know they were friends but if he didn't Spock obviously wasn't going to let him in on that tid-bit.

"Go ahead, Doc," Jaime sighed. She knew he wouldn't go far. The two men left the room and shut the door. "What do you want?"

"Information," Marcus told her.

"What makes you think you'll get it from me?"

"I'm prepared to make you an offer for it. An arrangement similar to the one I had with your predecessor." So, Harper was a spy. A bad spy if Marcus didn't know she was John's wife but still a spy.

"It takes real balls to walk in here and assume that someone you've only seen on paper is going to just give you what you want simply because you're willing to throw money at them."

"I'm offering you a chance to help your family. Help your brother with the outrageous cost of higher education. Take care of that car your father left the two of you."

"What makes you think I don't get paid enough for that?"

"If you're being paid the same as Harper, than I know it for a fact."

"Even if that were the case, I'm in a relationship with John. Why would I do anything to betray him?"

"Ah, the young Mister Harrison. I don't have to tell you that he and his father don't see eye-to-eye. In fact, I should probably make this offer to him as well," he stood from his seat and handed her the file and his card. "Think about it, Miss Kirk. I'll be in touch." Jaime followed him as he and his friend walked out of the office.

"What the hell was that?" Sulu asked.

"That, gentlemen, was a predator," she said. 'And he just picked the wrong bait,' Jaime thought to herself before she grabbed her jacket and her bag.

"Where are you going?" Kyle looked at her.

"I need to talk to my dad," Jaime sighed. "Spock, mind the store."

"This is not a store, Jim," Spock said.

"It's an expression," she chuckled. "Means you're in charge. So, you know… be in charge."

"State your name and purpose for your visit," the agent she gave her ID to ordered.

"Jaime Kirk-Harrison. I'm here to see my dad, Supervisory Special Agent Christopher Pike in Counterintelligence," she said.

"Jaime?" a voice said behind her.

"Hey, Robbins. I need to see the old man, it's important," Jaime told her dad's friend.

"I'll take her up, Agent," Robbins told the man. He gave them a nod and handed Jaime her ID and a visitor tag. "Everything okay?"

"Depends on how we're defining okay these days," Jaime said as they stepped into the elevator. "Least it's not a bullet wound this time."

Robbins giggled, "Don't say that to your dad, he'll have a heart attack."

"Hey, I'm just trying to see the good in things. If dying is ten and bullet wounds are nine… I got like a six going on," Jaime chuckled.

"Not life-threatening but worrisome enough to warrant a conversation with your family federal agent," Robbins smiled as they stepped out of the elevator and walked towards Chris' office.

"Exactly," Jaime smiled.

"Pike, you got a visitor," Robbins said as she knocked on the door frame.

"Hey, kiddo," her dad said. "Thanks, Clare."

"I'll let you…" the female agent started.

"You should probably stay," Jaime said.

"Not a social call then," her dad sighed. Jaime shook her head. "Shut the door and tell me what's going on."

"I got a visit today," Jaime said as she sat across the desk from her dad and Robbins closed the office door. "Guy named Alexander Marcus."

"Marcus… Marcus… Shipping company," her dad said. "You mentioned him when you were in Dover."

"Yea. I'm starting to think that the sale of his company was a ploy in order to draw Richard's attention but I don't to what end," she sighed. "Marcus just strolled into my office today like he owned the joint. Got to talking and turns out that he knows a bunch of stuff about us." Jaime pulled the file from her bag and handed it to her dad. "Tell me I'm not crazy for freaking out. It's not just me, you, mom and Sam. There's stuff in there about Gaila, Ny, Bones… Joanna."

"You're not crazy, kiddo. How the hell…?" he asked as he looked though the file before he handed it to Robbins.

"He gave this to you?" Robbins asked.

"Yea, he did," Jaime sighed.

"It's intimidation. He wants you to see just how much damage he could do to your life if you don't do what he wants," her dad sighed.

"It obviously hasn't been updated since before I got shot in November but what's there…" Jaime sighed.

"What are you going to do?" Robbins asked.

"Well, I'm gonna talk to my husband first. Then I'm gonna call my father-in-law," Jaime told them. "I haven't decided beyond that."

"Anyone else know about this?" her dad asked.

"Spock… sorta. He missed the part where Marcus offered to pay me for intel but he was there to see the rest of it. I'm probably gonna have to tell him though. If something happened to him and Ny…"

"Nothing's going to happen to them," her dad said. "I'm gonna look into Marcus and find out where all this information came from. You get with John and Richard and figure out the best way to handle this guy from your end. I'll back whatever you decide."

"The audacity," Richard said over Skype.

"My dad's looking into it," Jaime told him.

"In the meantime, I doubt Marcus is going to leave her be," John said.

"I'm the easiest target. I'm a Harrison but I'm not really…"

"You are," both men told her.

She smiled at that, "What does he want with you?"

"It's a very long, very old story but it's for another time. The next time I'm in the states, I'll tell you," Richard sighed.

"What should we do about him," her husband asked his father.

"Let me handle it," Richard said. "I'll get on a plane and be there in a day."

"Send me the details and I'll collect you from SFO," Jaime said.

"Will do. Be careful. Marcus is not to be trifled with and he doesn't give up when he's after something," her father-in-law said.

Jaime smiled, "Well, unfortunately for him, I don't like bullies and I'm sure as hell not gonna roll over for one."