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As he heard the shower running, Casey scanned Alice's apartment for anything suspicious. He had brought up with him his black bag, with a change of clothes but also detector for any hidden microphones. His mouth dropped as he found one in the flower pot on the center of her kitchen table. He picked it up and looked it closely; it didn't seem to be CIA or NSA, but he would take it with him.

He was sure she was just a regular girl when he did his research after he met her. Why would she be monitored? Why would her car be crashed? He growled as he thought he might have to talk about his relationship to Sarah. He was a private man and did not enjoy talking about personal business, neither his nor others. Sarah would ask questions, as he would do if the situation was reversed.

The shower stopped running and he quickly put the mic in the false bottom of his bag, grabbed a black t-shirt and changed. Alice exited the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, her hair up in a towel. Her face was slowly turning a shade of purple as the airbag opened on her face. He winced as it would be even worse tomorrow.

She sat on the couch as she dropped the wet towel on the ground, trying to comb her hair with her fingers. He sat next to her, thinking of a million of questions to ask, but not wanting to interrogate her. She moved on the couch and sat on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arms tightened around her. A weird feeling rushed over him; the feeling of failure. He failed to protect her. He had already failed to protect Ilsa, but nothing would happen to Alice, he swore it.

He looked at her; her eyes were closed, her breathing was steady. He grabbed her easily in his arms and moved her to her bed. Before he closed the curtains, he looked outside; hundreds of windows from the building around could see her apartment. He let a crack open in the bedroom door as he exited. He went out to the patio to make his phone call to Sarah.

"Can you do a check for me?"

"Hi to you too. What kind of check?" Sarah said.

"I found a bug in Alice Miller's apartment. See what you can find on her and ask Chuck if her name makes him flash on something. Also, run the licence plate I texted you. Call me back when you have something," he said.

"Who is Alice Miller?" Sarah asked her partner as she wrote the name on a piece of paper. She heard him growled on the phone. "Don't worry; I call you if I find something."

At the Castle, Sarah run her researches on Alice but could not find any dirt, not even an unpaid parking ticket. She was as clean as snow. Chuck got downstairs just in time to see her picture on the computer.

"Who is she? The target for the next mission?" he said.

"Why? Do you flash looking at her?" Sarah wondered.

"No, no flashes. Who is she?"

"I think she is Casey's girlfriend. Can you believe it? Casey called, he found a microphone at her place."

"Casey's girlfriend? The real life beauty and the beast couple. What did you find so far?"

"Not much, she works as a translator for a private office. Occasionally, she had contracts for the government. She speaks French and German fluently. She coaches a high school cheerleading squad twice a week. She grew up in San Francisco before she moved to Burbanks. She has one brother, her parents still lives in the house she grew up in. I can't relate her to anything from the databases."

Sarah looked at her phone and her fingers entered the numbers and letters from the licence plate Casey texted her. The car seemed to be registered to a Mr Sam Smith; an assumed name probably. She pushed her searches forward, but stopped as Chuck seemed to flash on the name Sam Smith.

"What? What did you see, Chuck?"

"Sam Smith seems to know Casey. They were on a mission together with the army. I saw them in a helicopter in Afghanistan. I also saw the logo of Fulcrum. But I don't think this Sam Smith works for Fulcrum anymore, maybe more like a rogue agent."

"The question stands still; what is Alice's role in all that?"