CONGRATULATIONS phyl7375! Yeah, I sort-of repeated questions. But hey, it's to your advantage!

NOTE: Did you know that Sue's Dad is just known as "Mr. Thomas"? No first name. I do not mean this in a harsh way, but it's good that I killed him off. It would've been horrible calling him "Mr. Thomas" or "Sue's Dad" all the time! Since he's not a ACC (like Jack's whole family), I don't want to give him a name. That wouldn't be right. He has a name, we just don't know what it is.

TRIVIA: Jack's undercover name is significant. Why?

?-?

"Your appointment's here." Tara said as she handed Sue a sheet of paper with the client's name, and places they'd liked massaged. Sue nodded, taking the sheet from her, and walking towards the waiting room.

"Enjoying your first day?" AJ asked on her way back with her current customer. She quickly replied with a smile and a nod, and continued on her way.

Sue looked down at the sheet of paper she was holding as she walked into the waiting room.

"Mr. Hogan?" she said without looking around the room. Then she looked up.

"That's me." Jack said, standing up from the chair he was sitting in, then walking up to her, smiling. She widely smiled back.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered as they walked to her room.

"I thought I'd get a massage." He whispered back.

They both walked in her room, and Jack sat on the edge of the massage table.

"What's the real reason?" she whispered after she closed the door.

"YOU TEXT ME SAY YOU KNOW SOMETHING." Jack signed, just in case someone could hear their conversation.

Sue nodded. "MY CLIENT SAY HE HEAR SOMETHING BEHIND THIS WALL." She signed, showing the wall.

"WHAT?"

Sue thought. "PEOPLE, DOOR LIKE BANK VAULT."

Jack frowned at her explanation. "BEHIND WALL WHAT?"

"DON'T KNOW. THAT CASSANDRA MASSAGE ROOM. NO ONE ALLOWED INSIDE." Sue replied.

"We need to get inside that room." Jack whispered, looking down to think.

"While you're here, how about a quick neck massage? Last time, it didn't work well, because, um," Sue trailed off.

"My heart attack. Don't worry, I'm fine. Though my neck is a bit sore. I think I've fallen asleep at my desk too many times lately." He chuckled, lightly rubbing his neck.

Sue smiled as she silently walked around the table, climbed on, and knelt as she rubbed his neck.

After about 10 minutes, Sue's phone buzzed, letting her know that the half hour appointment was up. She stopped, and climbed down off the table. Jack quickly grabbed her hand as she was setting her second foot on the ground. She looked at him.

"Don't stop." He sleepily-but happily said to her.

"I have to. Your appointment is up." She smiled at him, walking around to his face.

Jack groaned. "It was feeling so good."

"You'll have to come again soon." Sue replied. Jack quickly nodded his approval.

With that, Sue happily led the satisfied customer to the door.

"Enjoy your massage?" Tara asked as Jack walked past her, Sue close behind him. He smiled widely and nodded, then left the building.

"Another satisfied customer." Tara said as she looked towards the door. "Everything go well?" she then asked to Sue's face.

Sue nodded. "Yeah."

"Good. Cause I've checked in the last customer in for the evening, and I'm ready to go home. You ready?"

Sue nodded. "Let me just go collect my things from the back."

?-?

"What on earth are you doing?" Carla asked her daughter to her back. She then shook her head, realizing what she did, then walked over, tapped Sue's shoulder, and repeated her question.

Sue distractedly looked up, Sunny trying to help by looking in the cabinet drawers with her, but she didn't know what her owner was looking for. "I'm trying to find something." She then went back to rummaging through the drawer.

Carla tapped Sue's shoulder again. "You've been like this all evening, since you got home. I told you dinner was ready, but it now has gotten cold."

"Didn't we leave some unpacked boxes up in the attic?" Sue asked, not even trying to understand what her Mom was trying to say to her.

"I think, but, hey! You didn't answer my question." Carla replied.

Sue quickly got up from kneeling and Carla quickly ran to stand in front of her daughter, blocking the steps to the second floor, which would lead her to the attic. "What are you looking for?" she determinedly asked.

Sue sighed, knowing she wouldn't get passed unless she explain herself. "Dad's recorder." She quietly answered.

Carla's face softened, remembering. "That was the most technological thing I ever bought your Father, and just about as far as technological as he would go."

"He would record all his games on it." Sue said, remembering.

Carla nodded, then smiled. "I still remember the look on his face when he opened it."

Sue nodded. "ME-TOO."

"And this is from Mom." Sue said, handing her Dad the last Christmas gift

"Ooh, from Mom." He happily said, looking at his wife, then at the package.

"Well, open it!" Sue happily exclaimed, sitting back down in her spot on the couch.

"I will, I will, be patient." He replied, then started ripping the reindeer-patterned green paper.

"A voice recorder." He said, looking at thenow-opened box.

"I didn't know what to get you, and I saw this, and thought you could use it. It's fully digital. All you do is plug it into your computer, and you can play the recordings. Or I think you can on the device too. It also is portable." Carla rambled.

He smiled at his wife, calming her rambling. "It's great. Just what I needed." Carla smiled.

Just then, a ding was heard from the kitchen. "Ooh! Christmas Day dinner 2007 is ready!" Carla replied, getting up to go in the kitchen.

"So, do you really like it?" Sue asked once her Mom was out of hearing range.

"Yes." He smiled. "I love it." He paused, picking up her gift she gave him a few minutes prior. "And I love your gift too. Now come here, I need a Christmas hug."

Sue happily got up and walked to her Dad, giving him a big hug.

Remembering what happened, Sue had a tear in her eye. She missed his hugs. They were the best in the whole wide world. But she had to shake this feeling off. She needed to find that recorder.

"Why do you need it?" Carla asked, not letting Sue pass until she answered all her questions.

"Because I need it for a case, and I can hide it really easy. I don't know if it'll work, but I remember Dad saying that it had such a great microphone that if someone was pointed in the direction of the microphone, he could hear their far away conversation just as good as if they were standing right next to him."

Carla snorted, remembering that conversation. "That was an exaggeration."

"Still. It might work."

Carla nodded, letting her daughter go up the stairs.