DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sue Thomas FBeye or any of its characters, so if you recognize a person from this program or any other (I might put in a cameo here and there), know that I do not own them at all. All scenarios and people that you do not recognize, I own that, though they might be inspired from something else, but in no way is it copying them. If I am missing something in this copyright notice, please let me know!

KEY: Italics are a memory, and all caps is ASL. Sorry, some of my ASL grammar is bad. I only know some ASL, so if anyone knows how to properly say any sentences I write in ASL, please let me know, and I will change it to be how it should be!

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"So, how's the official parent life treating you? It's been what, 2 weeks since it became official?" Bobby playfully asked Jack when he came into work the Monday after New Years.

He chuckled in reply. "Just fine, thank you. And yes, just about."

"Yeah, it has to be really weird." Sarah said in realization, thinking about Sue and Jack's fairly newfound parenthood. "It's one thing letting those kids stay with you, but having the paperwork that says they're yours for the rest of your life, their life, sheesh. Mind twisting." She said, unseeingly looking past her computer screen, deep in thought.

"I suppose so," Jack replied, staring at her for a few seconds, then walking to his desk and sitting down. "And by the way," he said, looking at his best friend. "We know."

"Know what?" Sarah asked, not understanding.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bobby said, having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"OK, quick poll." Mya announced as she walked in and plopped her stuff in her chair, distracting everyone from all the thoughts they previously had in their head. "Josh and I got into this argument after my parents left yesterday. I stand by my choice, but he says his choice was better."

"So what's your question?" Bobby asked in between her breaths.

She took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out. "OK, here it is. Which would you rather have; cake or ice cream?"

The two friends looked at each other, then nodded. "Cake." They said in unison.

"I'd have to say cake." Sarah replied.

Mya looked at her teammates in shock. "Really?"

"Unless," Sarah added. "It's cake and ice cream. Or an ice cream cake. Then I'd rather have that."

"An ice cream cake," she replied, unseeingly sitting down on the edge of her chair, deep in thought. "We should see what Myles says."

"He's going to say cake." Jack surmised.

"Yeah," Bobby replied, chuckling. "He's too froufrou for boring ice cream."

"Who's too froufrou?" Myles asked, walking into the bullpen.

"You." Bobby said.

"What is the question?" He asked, looking around the room.

"I served ice cream, my favorite desert, well, other than chocolate, to my parents on New Years. Josh said we should have gone with his choice; cake."

"For a formal party such as that, yes, cake is appropriate." Myles announced with an air of authority. "However," he added, "a good ice cream can lift your spirits. I do enjoy a few scoops with a good movie."

Everyone silently looked at him in shock.

Myles walked to his desk, everyone's eyes following him. "What?" He asked, annoyed. "Can't a man enjoy a few scoops of ice cream every once in a while?"

"Well, yeah, but," Jack said, unsure how to continue.

"But you think a person as sophisticated as myself wouldn't enjoy something as simple as ice cream." He finished their thought. Jack embarrassedly shrugged at him.

"Well, yeah, we picture you eating seven-layer cakes as your everyday desert, mate." Bobby replied.

Myles smugly smiled at him. "I'll have you know, up until just over 70 years ago or so, eating ice cream was a special occasion. No one had freezers, so no one kept a gallon in the back for safekeeping."

"It can't be." Mya replied in semi-playful shock.

He nodded. "It was a special occasion to go to an ice cream shop."

"Then I guess ice cream was appropriate for your New Years party. It was a special occasion." Bobby replied, chuckling, to which he received a glare back.

"Not helpful." Mya monotonously replied.

"Maybe next time you could suggest to your parents to bring the desert they'd like to eat." Sarah suggested. "That way, they can't complain about the choice!"

"That might be a possibility." Mya said, staring off in thought as Jack's phone rang.

"Or, you could have a buffet of choices." Bobby added.

"Too much work." Sarah replied. "Would you like to make a whole bunch of deserts?"

He shrugged in reply. "As long as I get to eat all of them."

Sarah laughed. "Of course you would."

"Guys," Jack announced, hanging up the phone. "Enough with the sweets talk."

"Why?" Sarah complained. "Are we getting you hungry?"

He smiled. "Yes. Well, no, uh, yes, I think we're all getting hungry. But that's not the reason why I'm cutting the conversation short."

"Why, then?" Myles asked.

"Because we got a case." He replied. Everyone immediately stopped their conversation short, anticipatedly waiting for the details.

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Sue sighed. Their current case was having her go through thousands of hours of footage that spanned a total of 10 minutes from a few hundred cameras in the vicinity of a crime. When the police and FBI had questioned the witnesses, they didn't state anything notable, and the footage was confirming that. It just looked like everyday events in a busy downtown scene.

"ME FIND NOTHING." Sue signed to Tara, who was on the other side of the FaceTime call on her phone, which was propped up next to her computer screen.

"ME-TOO." She replied.

"So what do we do? We know this crime happened, but we can't find a trace of it, and the police have no leads."

"Wait for a real lead?" Josh, who was offscreen suggested.

Frowning at Tara's waving at someone to be quiet, Sue just cocked her head and waited for her friend to focus on her again.

"DO-DO DON'T KNOW." Tara replied when she looked back at her phone and Sue.

"I'll email the case agent and ask if they have any other leads, good ones. Maybe that could help us narrow down this footage." She suggested.

Tara nodded. "Sounds good. Talk to you later." With that, the FaceTime call ended and Sue was in her little office, alone.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her email and started typing.