CONGRATULATIONS roban05 (pt.1) Yes! Tara was horrible. She never said the story, I really wish they did!

TRIVIA: Rick was a guest star in a TV show where he has a goatee-ish beard (idk what to call it. What was the show? (maybe there's more than one, I've only seen one, and thought it was funny/weird! It's always weird when he doesn't have his Australian accent too!)

?-?

"What on earth is that?" Jack asked, seeing his friend taking off his mask to take a sip of water.

"What's what?" Bobby asked, re-placing his mask.

"This." Jack replied, pointing and twirling his index finger around the lower part of his face to indicate what he meant.

"Oh, the goatee! I'm growing it to surprise Darcy." He replied.

"You'll surprise her, aright." Jack replied quietly.

"What, you don't like it?" He asked.

Jack glared at him. "It's just, weird." He replied.

"I happen to like it!" Bobby exclaimed, defending his goatee.

"Well, good for you!" Jack said.

"Do you think we might just stop talking about facial hair?" Myles asked, annoyed by the conversation he was forced to hear.

"Just because you don't have any doesn't mean you can tell what other people can grow on their faces, or talk about." Bobby said.

Jack started laughing, looking at Myles. "I bet Myles can't even grow a beard if he wanted to." Bobby chuckled along with him, both having a funny picture in their minds.

"I will have you know, I had a beard once." Myles matter-of-factly replied. "In college. For about a month." He reluctantly replied.

"Yeah, and then all the hair fell out." Jack said, not resisting the temptation to make a joke.

"I just decided it wasn't the right look I was going for. I liked the more clean-shaven, professional look."

"The picture I had in my mind of you with a beard, terrifying. Thank you for shaving it off." Bobby said. He received a glare back.

"Let's get back to work, huh?" Myles said, annoyed they were still on the subject.

"Yeah, you're right. Bad guys are more important than beards. What do we have?"

"Well, both threats were printed on standard paper, standard printer. Forensics found no prints. A dead end there." Jack said.

"What about enemies?" Myles asked.

Jack shook his head, reading a sheet of paper. "Nothing known. She used to dance in competition, but retired years ago, and opened the studio."

"Maybe someone from there? Did she have a rival?" Bobby asked.

"Uh, Sarah?" Jack called.

"Yeah?" She replied, walking over.

"Can you look to see if Francesca had a rival of some sort when she was competitive dancing?"

"Oh, so because it's a girly subject, you want help, do you?" She suspiciously replied, knowing what he was up to. He embarrassedly looked at her. She eyes him, then her face softened. "Yeah, I'll do it. Give me a little bit.

"Thank you." He gratefully replied.

"But you owe me one!" She said as she walked to her desk.

"Of course!" He replied.

?-?

"I called you in here so I can see the level of difficulty you both are at. You understand where I'm coming from, right?" Francesca said quietly. The three of them were in the studio, Francesca was several feet away with her mask off so Sue could understand what she said without having Mya interpret.

"We totally understand. Two random women come into your studio, and you have no idea what our skill level is. We will be more than happy to audition for you, right Mya?" Sue said, turning to Mya.

She nodded in reply. "Of course!"

Francesca smiled. "Mya, would you go first?"

She widely smiled through her clear mask, then skipped over to the bench to put on her tap shoes. Then she walked over to the speaker to plug in her phone for the song. "Since we are officially into the Christmas season, I picked a Christmas song." With that, she played an upbeat Christmas song, tapping away, a wide, satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, that felt so good." She said when the song ended and she sat down on the bench. "I also forgot how much a workout it is!"

Francesca smiled. "Why did you stop?"

"Well, I outgrew the program, and I can't afford private lessons, you know? Besides, it's more fun as a group. Now I have to wait until I'm 55 till I can tap again!"

"Well, if you get this threat rectified, I'll let you crash any of my tap classes or practices. You're pretty good. Rusty, but I see potential. You gotta keep those muscles in shape!"

"Really?" Mya asked. Francesca nodded. "That would be amazing, thank you!"

"No, thank you. You're the people that put your lives on the line every day to keep people like me safe." Francesca said, then turned to Sue. "You're up!"

Sue nodded as she finished tying her ballet slipper. "I have to warn you, I haven't done this in a long, long time, and these are brand new. I might look really bad."

Francesca shrugged. "You can't do as bad as first-time students. Your brain will remember once you get acclimated."

Sue nervously nodded, then turned to Mya. "I can feel some of the beat in the floor, but since I don't know the song you're going to pick, can you nod your head to the beat so I know if I'm on time or not?"

"OF COURSE." She replied. With that, Mya turned on the music, and Sue danced.

"That was beautiful. Rusty, but beautiful!" Francesca said when Sue finished.

"Really?" She asked.

Francesca nodded. "Yes. I will be proud to have you both as my students."

"There will be people watching you from a distance at all times, and one of us will be here most of the day. If you see or need something, just let us know. We both can't make it here tomorrow morning, but we will be here in the afternoon." Mya assured her as Sue took off her shoes.

Francesca gratefully nodded. "Thank you so much." She then turned to Sue, who just stood up. "And I will make sure your instructor wears a clear mask in your class so you can understand!"

"Thank you!" Sue said and signed, surprised.

"OK, we will see you tomorrow!" Mya said, waving as they walked out of the studio, into the hallway.

"This will be a fun assignment." Sue said as they walked to the car.

Mya nodded. "Yes it will!"