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EPILOGUE -

The beginning of a new week found the happy campers back in the real world.

Monica and her husband Tyler were back in California.  That Monday morning, as Monica walked into her private practice office, she was grinning rather evilly.

"Hold ALL my calls for the next few hours.  And when my husband calls this morning, give him this message for me..."

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Christian and Alex - who had taken an additional week off to spend with him - had made the flight back with Monica and Ty.  However, Christian had to go into his office and take care of a few things before he took the rest of the week off from his beachside business.  As he kissed Alex goodbye and left her in bed, he found himself wondering why she was grinning like a cheshire cat...

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Frankie rolled over in bed and elbowed Jake.  "Time to get up baby.  You're going to be late for work."

Jake growled and cuddled up next to his wife, but eventually dragged out of bed and made his way into the nest.  He found Frank and Shay sitting at the briefing table while Cody sat at his computer downloading and printing the latest uploads from the Justice Department Bulletin Board.  Messages, files and photographs shuffled in rapid succession as he sipped his coffee.  When the last file downloaded and appeared on his screen he had just taken a sip of coffee and spurted it all over his console and screen.

"Cody?!" Donovan called hearing his techno-whiz spew his drink.

"Oh, man!  Boss, you are NOT going to believe this!"

Frank and Jake quickly made their way to Cody's computer and crowded around behind him to get a look at what he was gaping at.  Neither one noticed Shay as she quietly made her way from the room with a cell phone in hand.  As she snuck out, she dialed Frankie while trying not to bust out laughing.

There, on the screen, in full blazing Technicolor glory, were four naked backsides that appeared - one the color of brown sugar, one a golden tan with a shark tattooed on the right cheek, one very obviously Hispanic and one that had Frank turning a shade of green.  All of them were captioned with "AMERICA'S MOST WANTED BUTTS - Call 1-800-Jump-mee with information leading to the capture of these delectable asses!"

Shay quickly closed the door to break room and slid the lock in place when she heard "SSSSHHHHHAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!"

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~finis~

... for now at least...