"Hey, did you make that call?" Reid asked Alex.

"Oh, no, I completely forgot. I better go do that now," Alex said as she began looking from side to side with the baby on her hip.

"I got her," Hugh said as he held his arms out for the baby.

"Thanks," Alex said and gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek. She then gave Hugh a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks to you too." She rushed off to her hotel room.

"The wonderful and fabulous Penelope Garcia speaking. How can I rock your world today?"

"Hey, Penelope, it's Alex. I hope you and everyone over there are doing well."

"Oh, yeah, hey, Alex. Yes, we are all good here. No problems at all," Garcia replied.

"Well, that's good to know. I hope house sitting has been going okay."

"House? What house? Oh, nothing's wrong with the house. Why would anything be wrong?"

"Penelope."

"Yes?"

"Has something happened?"

"Yes," she said, relieved. "Morgan told me not to bother you, that it wasn't a big deal, and that we would be able to deal with it when you returned, and that I shouldn't mention it to you, because then you would leave your vacation early and come home, but to do what? Nothing, there's nothing you can do that you can't just do when you finally come home, so there's no point in telling you."

"Penelope," Alex said gently. "What happened?"

"I went to your house like I normally do, and I knew something was off. I saw that furniture had been moved slightly, and so I checked around and found bugs planted all over."

"Bugs? Who would be bugging me?"

"I don't know. Morgan and I were trying to see if we could figure a few things out before you came home."

"Did you notice anything else?"

"I mean, I'm not a trained spy like you are, but no, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary other than the furniture being moved and the listening devices all over your place."

"Okay, Penelope, take down this number. There is someone I want you to call."

Alex rested her elbows on the table then buried her face in the palm of her hands. She rested there for a moment, let out a groan then rubbed her hands up and down before sitting up straight. She shook her head and allowed the breath she was holding out slowly. Alex pushed back the chair as she rose and headed back down to tell Reid the news.

"So, wait, is this related to the mole? Or is this something else completely?" Charles questioned.

"I have no idea," Alex said. "All I know is that something is wrong at our place. That's all we know so far."

Charles looked between Alex and Reid in a panic. "I need to call Sondra!"

"It's okay," Alex held out her hand toward him. "I already talked to Penelope. She is on it. Don't worry."

"I thought this was all over," Charles said as he sat down on the sofa. "I hoped it was."

"We all did," Hugh said as he sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around Charles' shoulder and looked up to the others. "Right?"

Reid looked at Alex then to the floor.

"Spencer?" Hugh called out.

Charles looked up to see Reid's avoiding gaze. "What do you know?"

Reid held out his hands towards them. "I don't know anything." He took a step forward. "I've just had my suspicions."

"About what?" Hugh asked.

"I don't know. The whole thing just seemed too easy. We were searching, and just when we are finally making some progress, he confesses? Seriously? And just because he had some pictures of Charles and his family in his basement meant that it had to be him? All of our old case files were wiped from the system. We still don't have answers to a lot of questions, and we are just supposed to accept that this case is over?"

Alex stepped next to Reid and put her hand on his arm. She then asked him softly, "what are you not saying?"

"I've still been investigating."

"What?" Charles burst up from the sofa. "What do you mean?"

Reid held his hands out to stop them. He then led them to the office where he was working. Alex, Charles, and Hugh stared at the work in awe.

Charles turned to Reid. "So, the whole time we have been here you didn't think I was safe to come out of hiding?"

"I hoped you were," Reid said. "The more I thought about it the more it gnawed at me."

"Okay then, let's go over it again," Charles said.

"We have been at this for hours," Alex said.

"We aren't any closer to finding the mole," Reid said.

"There's only one thing left to do," Hugh said.

"What's that?" Charles asked as he looked at Hugh.

"Well, it would require us to take a little trip. Lucky for us, we aren't that far."

"Far from what?"

"More like from whom," Hugh corrected.

Charles then shook his head. "No, we aren't that stuck. I know that's not what you're thinking."

"We have to go to Hawthorne," Hugh said confidently.

"I knew you were going to say that! We can't go see him. Hawthorne hates me," Charles said.

"Hate is a strong word," Reid said.

"Right," Alex added. "More like he just rather not have you around."

"But I'm sure it taught you an important life lesson," Hugh said.

"Yeah, not every gay black man likes being compared to RuPaul," Alex said with a smirk.

"I was trying to pay him a compliment," Charles said. "I mean, those shoes were fabulous."

"In spite of Charles' faux pas, we need help," Reid said.

"But is it bad enough to go to Hawthorne?" Charles questioned.

"Hawthorne is the king of spies," Hugh said. "His covers have covers."

"I heard that one of his covers was so good it got jury duty," Reid added.

Alex stepped forward. "I will go. Hawthorne likes me."

"He likes Spencer, too," Charles said in a sing-song way.

Reid rolled his eyes at Charles. "Grow up." He then looked at Alex. "I can go too."

"So, how do we find him? Do we go to the old spook's home?" Charles teased.

"I know exactly where he is," Reid said. "I'll go talk with him."

Hugh stood up. "No, the four of us will go. It is all of our problem to deal with, and we all need his help. Are we agreed?"

The group nodded in agreement.

"Good," Hugh started. "Then let's get going."