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March 2nd.

Manning apartment

23:02 PM

Bobby reached out for the remote, groaning as the muscles in his arms screamed in protest of being pulled so far. He moved his body a little further, chuckling when the woman who had her head in his lap snorted at the sudden movement. He reached the remote and turned off the television, sighing at the sudden silence that enveloped the apartment. He leaned backwards and stared at her peaceful face with jealousy, he hoped he could find some peace when he closed his eyes.

She surprised him, ringing his doorbell and presenting him with a huge bag of chips before walking inside. He was nursing his bottle of beer and offered her one as they settled down in front of the television to watch the game. He found the entire evening to be more amusing then he thought, especially since Tara kept on rooting for the wrong team. Of course, he didn't bother to correct her, enjoying her enthusiasm.

As the hour grew late he noticed that her eyes were dropping and he enveloped his arm around her, pulling her closer so that her head rested against his shoulder. She seemed uncomfortable at first but tiredness seemed to overpower her as she leaned against him, snuggling closer until her head rested on his lap by the end of the game.

And now he sat in the semi darkened room and complemented his next move. Tara's presence certainly helped to relieve some of his tension and he found that he didn't want to wake her up and send her home. He would probably worry about her and he knew that she had a good half an hour drive to her apartment. Bobby raised his hand and traced Tara's hair with the tip of his finger, swallowing as the touch sent shivers down his spine. For a while now he'd watched her with different eyes, seeing things he never saw before. He loved the way she smiled when she picked up on something no one saw, he loved the way she sang to herself when she thought no one was watching and he adored every fluffy pen she had.

He smiled when she stirred in his arms, opening tired eyes that immediately turned alert as she struggled to get up. "I'm…sorry." She stammered and he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, do you wanna stay over?"

"Excuse me?" Tara sounded horrified as her voice rose.

"In the guest room." Bobby pointed to the left. "I need to put some sheets on the bed but it's comfortable."

"I don't know." She lowered her head, feeling her cheeks flaming as he stared at her.

"I'd feel better if you were here." He said softly.

She nodded her head before she had a chance to over think it. "Alright, let me help you with the sheets."

Neither of them slept well that night. Tara could have sworn he checked on her several times but every time she opened her eyes and turned towards the door he wasn't there. Bobby had trouble sleeping, his thoughts spiraling between Jack's disappearance and Tara's presence in his home, he didn't exactly understand but both seemed to haunt his mind.

March 2nd.

23:56 PM

The sound of the door opening roused him from his musings and he raised his eyes, not blinking when their captors tossed the agent to the floor. The woman hissed, managing to kick one of them in the shin before she tumbled to the floor. Her captor moved to strike her but Jack's movement and his friend's hand stopped him. Jack saw the crystal blue eyes staring at him from behind a white mask before the man blinked and left the room, his partner leaving with him.

Hadar sighed and tried to get up accepting Jack's hand after a few futile attempts. They shared a look before she spoke. "Apparently, someone wants us to cooperate." She said softly.

"I know him." Jack raised one of the pictures.

Hadar nodded her head, taking the picture from his hand. "I told you, he's a powerful man."

"We met him on a recent case but you seem to know him better then we do." Jack paused. "Who could be standing behind our…operation?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Who couldn't? Money and success can bring many enemies with them; everyone wants to be a part of the party."

"Can we assume mutual enemies are conspiring against each other?"

Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the blue prints on the desk. "Tell me how you met him."

February 2nd

Hoover building

10:42 AM

"Success!" The blond agent entered the bullpen, waving his hand in the air to gather everyone's attention. "I herby inform you that your loyal servant has been invited to Philip Herrman's estate for his yearly art gala." Myles waved the letter he carried. "Mr. Myles Richmond and his beau are both invited to the gala that will be held three days from now."

"Three days? That's a short notice for such a big party, no mate?" Bobby raised his cup of coffee in the air and Myles rolled his eyes.

"You are such a spoil sport, Koala boy."

"You seemed all chirpy lately, Harvard? What's up?"

"My personal life is none of your business, Koala boy." Myles grinned, heading to his desk.

"Maybe it had something to do with the few days off he requested." Tara quipped from her desk, smiling innocently at Myles' glare.

"A free weekend?" Bobby raised his eyebrows. "Well done, mate. Who's the lucky Sheila?"

"What makes you think it's a woman?" Myles retorted.

"Well you're practically glowing Myles." The Aussie grinned.

"Well woman or not, there will be no free days unless we make some progress in this case." Dimitrius spoke, affectingly hushing the banter.

"Well, since Myles managed to sneak himself in, I suggest we sneak into the party as well." Jack spoke, leafing through the folder he held in his hand.

"If I may, I would like to make a suggestion." Myles spoke, rising from his seat and taking a sip from his coffee. "I believe a man of my standing would never attend such an event without an escort."

Lucy snorted and was about to comment when Jack held his hand. "He has a point Lucy, what do you have in mind?"

Myles raised his hand and motioned towards Sue. "May I present, Sue Richmond."

Jack gulped. "You plan on Sue being your wife?" He chocked and Bobby casually slapped his back several times, struggling against the grin that rose on his face, he glanced at Tara, the computer analyst picking up on his smile and smiling back at him.

"I would never dream of breaking the Bureau's most popular undercover couple." Myles drawled. "But I believe we will make a wonderful brother and sister."

Sue nodded her head. "It might work and I could read lips."

Jack considered the idea for a few moments before nodding his head. "Alright, let's work on this people, we only have three days."

As they all started to work Jack caught Sue's eyes, his brown ones twinkling as he looked at her. Sue shook her head and averted her eyes, a soft flush covering her cheeks. There was something exciting about sneaking around. Although he was sure their friends would eventually make them pay for not telling he still enjoyed having Sue to himself. It seemed like now that Sue finally knew his heart then he had no need to share it with anyone else, at least for the moment.

He grinned when Sue raised her eyebrow at him and ducked his head, focusing once more on the folder he was trying to read. Sue shook her head, biting back a wide smile as Jack averted his attention from her. It'd been over a month since Christmas and they were slowly getting used to their new status. They tried to move slowly, sometimes unable to resist the strong desire that seemed to envelope them, having trouble stopping four years of reluctance. She tried to hide her face, flush covering her cheeks as she remembered the previous night. They spent the evening in his apartment, enjoying a quiet dinner after a busy day. The intention of cuddling together on the sofa was honorable but unrealistic as they reached out for each other, immediately setting flames of desire.

Jack swallowed, forcing his eyes not to wander to her lovely face as he struggled to keep his concentration. The sensation of her touch distracted him as he remembered the previous night. He intended for his kiss to be light and soft but soon surrendered and asked for more, moaning when she fulfilled his wish, the kiss deepening as the world faded away. He kissed her for eternity; their bodies snuggled intimately on his sofa. He kissed her hungrily, her mouth soft and hot under his touch, she kissed him with equal ardor, her hands caressing his hair as she angled their heads better.

His eyes were smoky when he finally raised his head and looked at her; Sue allowed her eyes to wander towards his desk, smiling when he seemed to be having a difficult time concentrating. She remembered that her breathe caught in her throat at the intensity of his gaze. One of his hands was caressing her ribcage, inches away from her bra. He traced a line with his finger and she shuddered, arching against him. She saw his eyes flutter closed as he sighed and pulled away from her, keeping her in his arms as they returned their attention to the television, not breaking their hold on each other.

A hand moving in front of her eyes startled her and she turned to look at a smirking Myles, his gaze traveling between her flushed face and a fidgeting Jack. Myles swallowed his initial words and the smirk turned into a grin. "Well, well Thomas, shall we talk some about Mr. Herrman?"

March 3rd

00:25 AM

"Herrman is kosher." Hadar said. "Or at least, he appears that way. He voices his opinions quite loudly but no one has managed to connect him to illegal operations."

"How do you know him?" Jack asked.

"We've been trying to connect him with several escaped neo-Nazi officers who disappeared after the war."

"He's too young to be one of them."

"True, but we suspected his father was high in command. Anyway, it's not the man we're after." She pursed her lips, deciding to reveal what she could. "We're looking for documents; our informants have been persistent about the existence of a supporters list, people who wait for instructions, people who donate substantial amounts of money to a so called charity that happens to be Herrman's bank account in Switzerland." She bit her lip. "We suspect many in high society are knowingly or innocently donating money. We know for sure that Herrman likes to connect wealthy families, usually by bonds of marriage, that way he keeps the…money in his organization."

"You believe there is still a conspiracy regarding a fourth Reich?"

"Sounds like a good movie, I know. But the fact remains that the Nazi's agenda is still attracting people, you should know. Didn't you arrest Otto Zimmer?"

Jack raised his eyebrow. "You know about Zimmer?"

"It was a job well done." She said. "We've been searching for him for quite some time."

"If you had found him, what would you have done?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Is this your subtle way of asking me if I'm an assassin?" Jack nodded his head, maintaining eye contact. "No, I'm not. I'm not even trained as a field agent, not officially anyway. I follow the documents trail, for the past two years I've been all around the world following it."

"And?"

"And I know someone led me to Berlin to get me. It was false information; I didn't get a chance to leave the apartment before they caught me."

February 10th

Tel-Aviv, Israel

13:47 PM

"So…my apartment." Hadar started and looked sideways at him while she stopped in a red light.

"What about it?" Myles raised his eyebrows, reaching for her hand and caressing it.

"I've been to your place and I nearly got lost. My apartment is smaller."

"Are you embarrassed about it?" He sounded amused. "Why would I care how big your apartment is?"

"You're rich." She said, turning left and sighing as they got stuck in traffic again.

"So?" He chuckled. "You think just because I'm rich I'll think badly of you? Is that why you took me camping, so that I'd appreciate being under a roof so much that I wouldn't notice anything?" She mumbled something. "Was that a yes?" He laughed.

"No! It wasn't a yes." She rolled her eyes. "My place is a dump, okay? I pay high rent because it's in Tel-Aviv and has a nice sea view."

"See, everything has advantages." He quipped, chuckling when she slapped his thigh playfully.

They spend their morning hiking on a nice, easy trail and then had their lunch in a restaurant. Myles smiled a little, he would never have willingly walked into such a place and he seemed so shocked when they walked inside Hadar actually considered leaving, he refused, reminding her and himself that this weekend was also about looking at things in a different way. When they finished eating he had to admit the food wasn't that bad and after he'd gotten used to it, he kind of enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the small, simple place.

Hadar touched his shoulder and he turned to face her. "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

She smiled. "I know. We're here."

They rode the elevator to the fourth floor and Myles followed her inside the small apartment, placing the equipment he carried in the corner. He startled when he heard a voice calling out from the kitchen, Hadar frowned and shook her head. "What are you doing here?" She called, sighing and motioning Myles to follow her.

"Why are you speaking English?" A blond woman walked out from the kitchen, eyeing Myles with appreciation.

Hadar rolled her eyes. "Myles, this is my little sister Aviv." She introduced. "We're speaking English cause Myles doesn't know Hebrew."

"How do you do?" Myles shook her hand and she whistled.

"Lovely accent." She said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Myles, can you help yourself with a drink?" Hadar asked and he nodded his head.

"Either of you ladies wants something?" He asked, feeling silly when Aviv burst into giggles and Hadar shook her head in amusement. "Right…"

The two women switched into Hebrew and talked for several minutes before Aviv walked into the kitchen in search for her purse. "I can see you wanna be alone so…" She waved her hands in the air. "Bye, have a nice weekend."

Myles nodded his head. "You too."

He could still hear her when she talked to her sister. "He's got a nice backside, if you know what I mean." He chocked on his juice and heard Hadar groaning.

"Aviv!"

"What? You said not to exc…ec…"

"Not to exclude him, that's what I said. I didn't mean that he has to know everything."

"If mom finds out you broke up with what's his name…"

"Okay, nice of you to come, goodbye."

She waved to her sister and closed the door, locking it before glancing towards his direction. Myles grinned, leaning against the wall and drinking his juice. "Wipe that grin off your face." She threatened.

He cocked an eyebrow, a sardonic smile rising on his features. "What are you going to do if I don't?"

She pursed her lips and approached him slowly, her hands making contact with his chest as she trailed them up and down before pulling him down for a kiss. Myles moaned, searching franticly for a place he could place his glass without breaking it. She took it from his hand, placing it on the counter before lowering her mouth to his neck. He was at her complete mercy, his head against the cold wall as she kissed a trail along his jaw, her hands sneaking under his shirt and tracing lines on his bare chest.

He allowed his hands to wander, moving one hand in her hair, releasing the clip that held it high and allowing it to cascade down her back. Their mouths found each other again, their tongues meeting in a familiar dance. She arched against him, his hand sneaking under her shirt and roaming her back with long fingers. His heart beat furiously in his chest as he ended the kiss, staring at her with wide eyes. He smirked a little and she rolled her eyes. "Do you think I have a nice backside?" He asked.

"I won't give you the satisfaction." She retorted and he dipped his head to nibble on her ear lobe.

"Fine by me, I will get it out of you one way or another." He said, his lips curling into a satisfied smile when she shuddered in his arms.

Aviv - in Hebrew means Spring

Hadar - in Hebrew means Glory, Splendor and also Citrus fruits