A/N: Here's a little more with a nice cliffhanger to keep the suspense. Italic in a quote is signed.

K&K Trucking

4600 Fait Avenue, Baltimore MD, 08.07 AM

The fifty-something man, clad in a pair of blue jeans, an Orioles cap and a thick blue sweater jumped out of a 2005 Mack Vision DayCab truck. His breath was clearly visible in the crisp cold air. He rubbed his hands together for a bit of warmth and walked towards the office building.

'Hey, Burt, you gotta call the Feds', the receptionist said as he walked in.

Burt Rexton frowned a little. 'The FBI?'

'No, Alan Greenspan. They decided to give away free money', the receptionist smirked. 'Of course the FBI.'

'What for?'

'I don't know, beats me. I didn't talk to them, Raymond did, but he left a note with a fat 'Urgent' mark on it. Gotta give 'em a call.'

'Did he wrote down why they wanted to talk to me?'

'Nope, and he ain't around either. Just call 'em, they know what it's for.'

'Right', said Rexton and he walked towards the nearest desk with a phone on it.

'What's the number exactly? 410 and then?'

The receptionist frowned and looked at the note. '410? No man, 202.'

'202? That's DC...'

'Well, it looks like the big boys are on you, Burt.' He looked at the note. '202 324-3136, some guy named Mannin, or Marrin, I can't really decipher. Raymond's writing is a bitch.'

Rexton pressed the number and waited for someone to pick up.

'Hello? I'm Burt Rexton, I want to speak to a Mr. Mannin please...'

Lucy and Sue's apartment,

670 G Street NW, Washington DC, 08.07 AM

When Sue opened her copy she saw a handwritten note tucked in between the first pages. She recognized Ted Garrett's handwriting:

To Miss Sue Thomas

Dear Sue,

the fact that you're now reading this note is something happy and at the same time difficult and perhaps sad. First I want to congratulate both you and Jack for finally being open and honest to each other. When two hearts meet, no matter how different they are, beautiful things happen. And with the two of you it has happened.

I hope you'll find and keep the happiness in your relationship, even through times of hardship and sorrow. As an observant I saw the bond you have developed, and I'm glad for you it turned out to be this way.

However, it brings up a fundamental issue, the sole basis of functionality. And even more: safety. I've undoubtedly pointed it out to you and Jack and you've already established this as something inevitable.

But nevertheless something you have decided to endure, for what you found in each other is something to last for a lifetime, and worth all the difficulties it will present.

I will not give a lecture here, I will just point out -perhaps unnecessary- relations within teams are against policy. The reasons why are very clear, and you have acknowledged them.

Choosing to get together will have it's affect on your work. And it already has had it's affect.

Up to now, things weren't open, or official if you like. I could have issued a warning, or a reminder, but I chose not to.

Now is the moment you will have to choose how your future with the FBI will look like. Staying together within the same team is not an option.

Up to a certain point we could pursue anyway and muddle along until trouble comes down your way, and decisions made are influenced by emotion rather than rationality.

This is not the scenario I want to follow.

Don't get me wrong, I hate to break up this well functioning, closely bonded team. But we're all professionals who know personal issues are something we must rule out in our day-to-day work.

To put it more direct: one of you, or perhaps both of you, will have to find another function within the Bureau. It doesn't mean you won't be involved with Surveillance anymore, it means another role in aiding my team.

I'll leave you to choose what you prefer. To help you along I've done some homework and I've made a list of vacancies within various departments.

Up to a certain point your list and Jack's contain the same vacancies. However I've included more specific jobs for each of you, by looking at your individual capabilities.

Read the list, in your own time, at your own speed. It's merely an assistance in planning your future.

Whatever you decide, Sue, you will have my full support. You're one of the most capable persons I've met in my years with the FBI. You have potential to reach the top, and I will be more than happy to help you get there.

Once again, let me express my and Trisha's best wishes for you and Jack. Take good care of him, and let him be good for you. I'm glad I have seen the day the two of you actually have found each other.

Wishing you all the best,

Ted Garrett

oOo

She sat there for a while. Suddenly her mind was made up. She waited for Jack to return.

When he came back, she held up Garrett's letter. He nodded.

'You already read it?'

'Yes, early this morning, just before you came in.'

Sue let her eyes slide over the written lines once again, absorbing it's message. 'I guess this is it...', she said finally.

He frowned. His right hand in a sort of begging gesture, palm up moving back and forth, a questioning look on his face.

She pointed at the letter. 'The decision has to be made, now.'

'You're sure?'

"More than sure. Jack, we have to, especially after last night...", she signed. "No matter how beautiful it was, this is something with very serious consequences. If we both want to stay anywhere within the FBI, we have to act, today."

"We will", he responded. Sue could see his hesitation to say something.

'What's on your mind?'

'I, eh...last night...'

'Yes?...'

"We can't mention it, to anyone. If they find out we're screwed."

Sue chuckled. He rolled his eyes, though laughing too. "No pun intended of course..."

"Of course..."

oOo

He grew serious again. "But I feel bad about that. The denial part. I don't want to deny what happened. It feels like I'm betraying you."

She smiled.

"You're not, I know you're not. That's what is important."

"But I mean we have to keep our mouth shut, to everyone", he continued. "Even Lucy..."

Sue nodded. She felt bad about it too, but to talk about it, -especially now- would mean their careers were over.

"I've made a decision."

"Am I going to like it?"

"You will have to. I've made up my mind."

He waited for her to explain.

"I'm leaving the team, today."