Reid, Charles, and Hugh were seated at the tiki bar, which was conveniently located on the beach. Reid stopped paying attention to their conversation and was focused on Alex and Charlie building a sandcastle. "I'll be back," he said. He got up from his seat and walked the short distance to the large towel laid out where Alex had camped. "So, has the little one figured out physics enough to be able to build a sustainable sandcastle?"

"Uh, no, I don't think we are quite there yet. Then again, she is only six months old. Let's give her to nine years old before we send her to college." Alex laughed as Charlie threw sand in the air then went to shove her sand-covered hand into her mouth. "No, no, no. Yucky. It's time for you to get a bath and take a nap. You have sand in every crevice."

"I'll take care of that," Reid said as he reached out for the baby. "You stay here and relax."

"Are you sure? I could go with you. It wouldn't be—"

"Don't you dare," Reid said, stopping her. "You are on vacation, too."

"Who am I to argue?"

"Is that a trick question?" Reid asked with a grin. He then slung the baby bag over his shoulder and walked past the tiki bar on his way back to their room.

Alex stood up and shook out the towel, then laid it flat on the beach. She then leaned back down and picked up her book.

Charles picked up his mojito as he stared at a group of guys a short distance away. "Do you see what I'm seeing?"

Hugh looked out to see the men staring directly at Alex. "You can't blame them."

Charles picked up the spoon from the bar and held it up to his face like a microphone. "It's a wonderful day out here today where we once again witness men making fools of themselves at the beach."

Hugh shook his head with his eyes closed. "Not the sportscaster thing again."

"Oh, come on. It's more fun when you do it with me. Come on, put on your best Greg Proops voice with me."

"Can't we just watch instead?" Hugh questioned.

"We could… if I didn't have to fake my death and go into hiding for years away from my wife and children," Charles said, giving doe eyes.

"Oh, god. You only get to pull that card so many times, you know."

"Yeah, and this is one of them." Charles straightened back up. "So, who is our first contestant?"

"Well, Charles, it appears that we have a man with no shirt and wearing blue trunks with large white flowers on them," Hugh said, matching Charles' sportscaster cadence.

"What kind of flowers are those, Hugh?"

"It doesn't say on my card, but if I were to guess, I would say hibiscus."

"And how do we think he is going to do?"

"He is going to crash and burn, Charles."

"Well, let's go out live to watch. There, he is heading away from the pack and starting to walk toward Alex. He turns back around to give them a grin, then continues to his conquest."

"And what technique do you think he will use? The hi how are you or the fake accident?"

"I think he's more of an accident man, Hugh. Let's wait and see."

"Oh! He kicked the sand on her legs! And now he is pretending to be sorry. You called it."

"Now, let's see what Alex's reaction will be. She's being polite and smiling."

"Oh, there, she's brushing back her hair with her left hand, trying to flaunt that ring."

"Blue shorts either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Which you must admit is absolutely no surprise."

"Well, here is something unexpected. She just laid back and held up her book."

"I will admit that I did not see that coming."

"Will blue shorts take the hint?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Wait," Hugh said, dropping the voice. "This isn't going to end well." Hugh and Charles started towards Alex.

"You think you can just ignore me?" blue shorts scoffed at her.

Alex lowered her book and looked up at him as he stood towering over her. "I said I wasn't interested. Now, go away."

"Listen here—"

Alex swept her leg, forcing him to collapse on the ground. She was up in a moment and grabbed ahold of his wrist. She twisted his arm and pushed against it, causing him to wince in pain. "You're lucky I am wearing my bathing suit and don't have a knife. But I could just break your arm instead."

"Okay, Alex. That's enough," Charles said.

Alex let him go then took a step back.

Blue shorts grabbed ahold of his arm then turned to the men. "What the hell is wrong with this bitch? I was just talking to her, and she treats me like this."

"She did tell you to go away," Hugh said.

"And what are you two, her bodyguards?"

Alex took a step toward him with her fists clenched.

Charles stepped in front of her looking at blue shorts. "Actually, more like yours. And if you want to continue breathing, you should move along."

Blue shorts turned to Hugh.

"Don't look at me. I would have let her break your arm."

Alex turned around and stepped back toward her towel. "Come to the beach… it will be relaxing, pfft," she mumbled to herself.

Hugh put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Do you want us to sit with you? I know no one would bother you then."

Alex forced a grin as she looked back and forth between them. "Did you two take bets?" She crossed her arms and smirked in earnest. "Or did you guys do that stupid sportscaster thing?"

Garcia walked up the pathway and admired the Virginia bluebells planted along the wall on her way to Reid's front door. With the entrusted key in her hand, she unlocked and opened the door to their home. She entered and adjusted the carpet that was folded over by the door as Alex always does. She removed the large bag from her shoulder and moved to put it down on the floor when she noticed a dent in the carpet from the sofa leg. She looked at it for a moment, then her mouth dropped open as she quickly glanced around the rest of the living area.

Garcia pulled out her phone and dialed the first number saved to her phone. "Hey, I need you to come to Reid's house right now. I don't know exactly, but I need you here, please." She hung up the phone, then fiddled around in her bag and pulled out a black device, turned it on, and started to walk around the house cautiously.

About fifteen minutes later, Garcia was walking out from the kitchen back to the living room as the door opened. "Garcia, you in here?" Morgan's voice called out.

"Yes, thank you for coming so quickly!"

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Garcia held up her finger, signaling to stop. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a leather-bound box. She opened it, then dropped a bunch of computer devices into the box and shut it.

"What were those?" Morgan asked.

"Those are surveillance devices that I found around the house."

"You saying the house was bugged? What made you think to look for them?"

Garcia showed him how she found that the couch was moved and pointed out a few other things that had been adjusted around the house since she was last there a couple days ago. "So, naturally, I pulled out my scanner and checked the house."

"You carry a scanner with you?"

"Yes, you never know when you are going to need it," Garcia said proudly. "I think it must have been a rush job."

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, some weren't hidden very well. I am sure Alex and Reid would have been able to spot them rather quickly even without a scanner."

"Can you show me what you mean?"

Garcia tilted her head as she tried to read Morgan's interest. "Uh, sure. So, for instance, one was right over here at the lamp." She pointed to the spot where she found the device, right next to the switch. "It's like they weren't even trying to hide them," she said with a snort. "I think a child would have done a better job. Wait, what are you thinking?"

"Well, supposably, these would have been placed by the person who was working with the mole in the CIA. To get away with a con that long they must have more intelligence than placing a bug next to the light switch. I just wonder if these were left with the intention of being found."

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe they wanted me to find them, and then I would tell Alex and Reid so they would have to return early from their trip."

"Could be. But if that's the case, I don't want to play into their hands."

"So, what do we do?"

"I'm not sure. But at least for now, we don't tell them."