The family of four were upstairs in the bedroom. Ryan laying across the bed having a one sided conversation with his son while Alex were busy getting Phoebe ready for her bath.

"What are we doing for Phoebe's birthday?" He asked and Alex shrugged.

"That is the least of my worries right now. I just need to get through tomorrow." She said taking out pajamas for Phoebe and Asher.

"Mama's on the war path." He whispered to Asher who wrapped his hand around his father's index finger, their matching blue eyes looking at one another. "Do you think I can stay at home tomorrow?"

"No you can't because I need to find out who this woman is. Ryan, you have a ring on your finger how can she not notice that you're married!" Alex asked clearly more upset than what she was earlier on. Ryan didn't bother to say anything else instead he continued kissing the bottom of Asher's feet until the baby became hungry and Alex had to step in to nurse him.

"Babe can you wash Phoebe's hair for me please, once Asher's sleeping I'll take over." Alex asked her husband.

"Nooooooooooooo. Is not dirty!" Phoebe interjected, there was nothing the toddler hated more than washing her hair. It became a battle of survival when it comes to doing that part. She'd cry from beginning to end.

"Come let me see if it's dirty." Ryan said seeing the amounts of sand that there is in her hair due to her fall, and brushing it out won't help. "It's gonna be quick, and you can have ice cream when you're done. I promise." He bribed her which seemed to be working as she agreed.

She sat in the bath while he got the right temperature of the faucet to start wetting her head, and as soon as the water washed over her hair she started crying. "No why you crying? It's not that bad Pheebs." Ryan tried to reassure her but there was no way she understood it.

"Daaaaadaaaaaaa." Her loud cries came from the bathroom.

"Phoooeeeeebeeeee." He mimicked smiling slightly to himself but he continued washing her hair regardless of her tears.

Alex managed to get Asher to sleep and walked into the bathroom to take over, but when she got there they were done. Her husband's clothes soaking wet together with the bathroom floor. "Oooohhh look at you, all done." Alex chimed but the toddler looked up to her mother with teary eyes, still sobbing. She switched places with Ryan and bathed Phoebe while he got some work done.

"Maaaaaammmmmaaaaaa." She cried again.

"Yes?" Alex asked calmly as she washed her daughter. Phoebe didn't answer but started crying again. Her eyes closed but no tears falling from it as she continued to whine. "Phoebe, that's enough now bub. Dada's done with your hair no need to cry anymore." Her mother reprimanded and the whining stopped replaced by the last few sobs.

Alex dried her off and put on pajamas before taking her downstairs for dinner. "Can I teach the self defense class tomorrow?" She asked looking at her husband. "Even if you say no I'm still going to do it." She replied walking back upstairs when Asher started crying.

"That wasn't even sleep mister. What's going on?" She asked standing at the side of the bed looking at her son, who looked up at her when she started talking and his cries subsided. Were you just playing me into thinking you're sleepy and now you're gonna be up all night?" She picked him up and carried him downstairs.

"Ashie!" Phoebe smiled throwing her hands up when she saw her brother. "Mama I keep him?" She asked and knew the drill that she had to sit on the couch with either her mother of her father with her when she wanted to cuddle her brother.

A knock on the door made Ryan get up from the table where he was working to see who it was while Alex sat on the couch with the kids allowing Phoebe to hold her brother. "Sorry to bother you, I just need to pick your brain quickly then I'm out of your hairs again." Caleb said with a file in his hand.

"The reports came back from the recovered wreckage from the central portion of the plane, as well as all baggage, cargo, and personal effects at the warehouse, a full-size "mock-up" of the central section of the plane was made of wood and wire netting and all parts of the plane were wired to the "mock-up" in their proper places, as in the assembly of a giant jigsaw puzzle." Caleb explained to Alex. "And it seems like an explosion occurred close to the rear of the plane but there is no evidence of soot or wires that could have been used to make the bomb, or any other explosive materials."

"And Owen wants a detailed report by the end of the week. Can I just make up my own story and explain that I don't know why any of this happened and hand him an incomplete file?" The blonde asked not in the mood to search any further.

"But remember there were a compartment close to the end where no baggage was allowed to be stored. We need to figure out why." Alex said.

"Not to be insensitive or anything but all your informants are dead." Ryan answered brining them back to life with that amount of honesty.

"Why did you marry him again?" Caleb asked Alex and shook his head as he looked at his best friend.

"That's a question I still cannot find the answer to." Alex laughed.

*The next morning*

Alex walked into Quantico looking at the place she got her training at, remembering how she felt when she first entered the doors. Seeing the recruits in their gender neutral outfits and their red handles plastered to their sides. She couldn't help but wonder whenever a female passed if she was the one who tried to get her husband's attention. What could make the process even better would be if she has a name. She walked towards the training center and saw her husband in sweats, and there was something about how that grey t-shirt was wrapped around his masculine arms that made her heart melt.

"I didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted to present this class." He said when he saw her.

"I deliver on promises that involves my husband. So, which one is she?" Alex asked looking around the room as they were stretching.

"The one on the far left. Red head with the freckles." He said and Alex nodded, trying to think of a plan so she can get close to this girl.

She nodded her head and kept her arms crossed over her chest, while Ryan addressed the class so they can start.

"Agents, I would like to introduce you to someone who took time out to train you for a good 4 hours with your defense tactics. This is Alex Booth, my wife. Give it your best shot she knows a thing or two about fighting so don't hold back." He said as Alex stepped forward.

"After that introduction, I'll try not to disappoint. Let's get to it. Any volunteers?" Alex asked and strangely enough the red head who Ryan pointed out to her stepped forward. The two of them shook hands and Alex nodded at her, to show that she was ready for whatever the red head has to bring to the table. Alex tried to hide her smirk but she was more than ready for this woman.

They stood on opposite sides of the gym mat, and Alex had to admit the woman had some good moves but it was nothing compared to what she had in store for her. Alex's moves were fluid and not lacking in power by any means, she ducked as the red head swung a punch at her, Alex caught her hand and striked her with a fist to the jaw. Taking advantage of this opportunity she swept the woman off her feet by making her trip, as she landed on her back. Alex's knee on her chest pinning her to the ground, the two of them face to face. "I dare you to pull that stunt with my husband again. I'm a pretty accurate shooter." Alex whispered before the whistle blew indicating the end of their match.