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Chapter 10

D walked into the bullpen, he called for everyone's attention and tapped Sue on the arm to get hers. "We have a development, people, and quite a large one at that."

Lucy cut in, "I took the sketch that Tara gave us and sent it out to surrounding law enforcement agencies. I just got a call from a police officer who had some information on him. His name is Don Taylor. 58 years old, although I must say he doesn't look it."

"We haven't located him or anyone of his family members. He has two sons and one daughter that we know of." D held up a picture and passed it along to the team. "The oldest , Greg Taylor, is 33 years old, he's single as far as we know. We aren't sure if he's involved with the murder's or not. The next is Jonathan. He has a wife Michelle and son Michael. It's doubtful that he's in the know about this." He held up a picture of a petite red-head. "This is Mavis, married to Mike Douglas. No children. We think that she may be living in the DC area but don't know for sure."

"We also just found out that Don Taylor had an affair with none other than Connie McGee." Lucy said.

"Slow down a second," Jack held up his hand, "so are we saying that Don Taylor and Connie McGee had children together?"

"No, Don had a wife, she just conveniently disappeared after the three children were born which happens to be around the time of the affair."

"Connie is how old?" Sue asked.

"She would be 49."

"And Jonathan is…?" Myles asked.

"He's 32." Lucy answered.

"Okay, let me spell it out for you guys." D suggested. "Don got married at 22 years old. Greg was born 4 years later, Jonathan, one year later and Mavis another year after that. Mrs. Taylor was reported missing when Mavis was two years old. That was the same time as the affair between Don and Connie. Connie would have been around 18 years old at that time. A few years later she broke it off between the two of them, Don apparently didn't take it too well and threatened to make her pay. Connie got married and when she was 45 she had Chloe, who she didn't really care about obviously." D took a breather. "Did I leave anything out?"

Silence filled the room. "That is one twisted love triangle," Myles muttered under his breath.

"Tell me about it," Jack agreed, "but we have to catch this guy before he gets to Tara and Chloe."

D said, "That's why I want everyone getting in contact with their snitches, do a little research, whatever you think of."

"Don't you think we should update Bobby and Tara?" Sue asked.

"Usually, but this is Tara's first undercover case, I don't want her freak out."

"We'll tell eventually, right?" Lucy asked.

Jack answered, "When we need to we'll let them know. Until then, don't mention anything." They all got to work.

Sue walked up to Jack's desk. "Aren't you at all worried?"

"Of course I am, Bobby's my best friend, and I don't know what we would do without Tara." He answered.

Sue leaned on his desk, concern obvious in her eyes, "Yeah, but this Don guy obviously has no problem killing people, I mean, if he murdered Connie's husband because he loved her, than killed her, and his own wife, and we're pretty sure he'll go after Chloe, and now Tara…don't they have a right to know what's going on?"

Jack sighed and watched Sue as she studied his features, "I know you're worried about it, Sue, but when we go to visit them, we'll tell them what we know, until then, I just don't think it would do any good."

"Okay. I guess you've been at this longer than I have."

"That doesn't mean you have to agree with all my decisions."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Sue said with a smile, "I barely agree with anything you say." And she walked off, knowing that she had irked Jack, just a little.

Tara plopped down on the couch next to Bobby. She let out a long breath. "It's so peaceful, isn't it? The Taylor's gone, Chloe in bed."

"Yeah," Bobby agreed. "A little too quiet if you ask me."

"Well, you would think that," Tara laughed.

"You want to go swimming?"

"Now?"

"Well, I was thinking, we have this huge pool and it's only been used a couple times. We don't know how long we'll be able to stay here so we might as well make good use of it while we can."

"Alright," Tara said boldly, "get your trunks. I'll meet you outside." She hopped off the couch before Bobby could respond.

"Cannon ball!" Bobby voice echoed in the night sky.

Tara screamed and turned her head away from the large splash. "Bobby! I was planning on not getting my hair wet!"

"Then why are you in the pool?"

Tara rested her hands on her hips. "Because it just so happens that I love swimming."

"Well, if you don't want to get any wetter than you might want to leave," Bobby warned.

"No! I'm not letting you kick me out of the pool!"

Bobby swam over to Tara and said, "Don't say I didn't warn you!" he grabbed her by the waist and dunked her underwater.

When she found the surface she gasped for air, "Ohh, you are getting it now!" she lunged for him, wrapping her arms around the neck, pushing him backwards into the water. But when she tried to remove her arms, Bobby seized them and she was pulled under too. Bobby stood up, Tara still unwillingly attached to him. Her breath stopped. He moved his hands from her arms to her waist, Tara's arms remained wrapped around his strong neck. He leaned forward, then stopped, giving her time to say no; she didn't. Instead her lips came closer to his. Bobby kissed her, at first attentively, afraid he would scare her off. But when Tara's grip tightened around his neck, Bobby tilted his head intensifying the kiss.

Tara wrapped her legs around Bobby's waist, fully depending on him to hold her up. He rubbed her smooth back, then lowered one hand to her thighs, stroking them under the water. Slowly lowering, their bodies were submerged in water. They kissed in their own world, one dominated by water until they no longer could. Raising above the water they gasped for air, not just from being under water, but the kiss itself was breathtaking.

Bobby slid his hand around the neck and smirked, "I thought…" he gasped for more air, "you didn't want…to get your hair…wet."

"Things change." Tara said simply, not having the energy to say what she was thinking; I was too caught up in the sexiest kiss known to mankind to notice.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews and I hope I didn't cofuse you from D's 'speech'.