Gus looked over at Harley as they arrived at the farmhouse. "Are you sure that you're ok, babe?" He asked. "I know how close you two were…"
"Yes, Gus…" Harley said. "I'm fine…"
"I know… But…" Gus hesitated a moment. "Are you sure that you can handle this?"
"I'm a cop, Gus." Harley said. "It's my job…"
"You don't… Have to do this, you know…" Gus said.
"I said that I'm fine!" Harley snapped, before pulling the door open.
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"Well, here we are…" Jonathan said, walking out of the airport. "New home, sweet home…"
Dinah looked around for a cab. "I'm starving…" she said.
"They served food on the airplane…" Jonathan said with a laugh.
"And you expected me to eat that crap?" Dinah said. "Let's stop and get a meal before we go to the hotel…"
"Nah…" Jonathan said. "Let's at least drop all of this stuff off first…"
"You're right… We can't be carrying all of this stuff around…" Dinah said. "Maybe we should just order room service…" she added, raising an eyebrow.
"And just stay in, huh?" Jonathan said with a smirk. "I think that I like the sound of that…"
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"Mmm hmm…" George mumbled into the phone. "Are you sure? No… No… No, I have to question somebody… I'll send one of the agents… Mmm hmm… No… Shouldn't take too long… Uh huh… What? What else? Seriously? Oh my God. No. It's fine. All right. They should be there soon. Uh huh. Ok. Bye…" He hung up the phone and walked back over to everyone else. "O'Neill, can I talk to you over here for a second?" He asked.
"What is it?" Jeffrey asked.
"Over here…" George said, moving further away from the crowd.
"What?" Jeffrey said, following him.
"They got a hit…" George said. "A man matching the description of Jonathan Randall was spotted at the Springfield airport shortly after the time that you said the bomb went off…"
"Did you send somebody there?" Jeffrey asked.
"Not yet…" George said.
"Well, why the hell not?" Jeffrey asked.
"O'Neill…" George said. "There's more…"
"What?" Jeffrey said. "What is it?"
"He wasn't alone…" George said. "He was traveling with a woman who matched the description of Dinah Marler… The witness described them as close… Acting like… Lovers..."
"Well, well, well… What a tangled web we weave…" Jeffrey muttered under his breath, looking away as everything started to make more sense to him. "I'm sure that she spun the history to put the blame onto Cassie instead of Edmund…" he said, his eyes locked onto the AD's once more.
"That very well may be…" George said. "That very well may be, but…"
"This is a joint investigation, remember…" Frank interrupted, moving towards them. "What are you two hiding over here?"
"Nothing…" George said. "We got a hit on the APB; the suspect was spotted at the airport… I'm sending O'Neill over there now…"
"Aitoro…" Frank said, moving half-way back towards Gus. "I want you to go with him…"
Gus looked over at Harley. She seemed fine for now, but he knew that there were deeper emotions, just brewing underneath her tough exterior. He was so worried about her, and he wasn't sure that he should leave.
Harley noticed his gaze lingering over her. "I will be fine, Gus…" she said. "Please… We just… We need to catch whoever did this…"
"Are you sure?" Gus asked.
"Gus, go…" Harley said.
Frank pulled Gus aside. "You know that I will be looking out for her…" he said.
Gus nodded slightly before moving back over to Harley and kissing her softly on the cheek.
"O'Neill…" George said. "Get going…"
Jeffrey's gaze was stuck on Sandy. He had that look on his face again. Like he was trying to disconnect from everything. And it made Jeffrey worry. Made him hesitant to leave.
"O'Neill…" George said. "He will be fine…"
"You don't know that…" Jeffrey said.
"If we catch whoever did this…" George said. "He will be fine…"
Jeffrey nodded slightly. "Just… Go easy on him, all right…" he said. "Don't push him too hard…"
"I am going to push him as hard as I need to to get the relevant information…" George said. "Now go…"
Jeffrey sighed. "Could you just…"
"Go, O'Neill…" George said firmly. "Just go…"
Jeffrey sighed again, his gaze lingering over Sandy for another moment before he moved towards the door. "Come on Aitoro…" he said, the emotion now completely gone from his voice. "Let's get outta here…"