Hotch's two weeks of vacation (plus some comp time he had coming) went by far too quickly and before he knew it he and Lynn were standing on the dock waiting for the weekly supply boat to arrive and take him back to Puerto Rico on his way home.

"I know you and the kids will be just fine here on the island for the next several weeks," he told Lynn. "And Dave will be here to make sure you get home safely. He should be arriving shortly on the supply boat." Hotch stared out across the water.

"There's the boat," Lynn pointed. "It should have some of the new fabric on it, as well as Dave and your surprise for Mistress." She giggled excitedly as she bounced up and down.

After boat had reached the dock and been securely tied up, Rossi agley clambered up onto the dock where he was enthusiastically greeted by Lynn.

"Good to see you too, Kiddo," he gasped as he gently loosened her arms from around his neck. "And, you too, Aaron," he smiled at his friend.

"Be careful with those," he turned to instruct the men who were unloading several plastic crates along with his luggage. "And, could you put them over there, please?" He pointed to a grassy area in the shade.

"Dave? What the heck?" Hotch gasped as four pet carriers were carefully carried off the boat and placed on the ground in the shade. "Four?"

"Well, it started out simple enough," Rossi began. "When I got back to Puerto Rico I went over to the animal shelter, just the way you asked me to. Now, it seems that both Garcia and her friend at NCIS, Abby Sciuto, have quite the reputations in the animal rescue community and, because I had recommendations from both of them, I was greeted like a long-lost friend. They had four cats lined up for me to choose from. I'm sorry, but all I could think of was that the ones I didn't choose would be going back into the cages to wait some more. And, because these are older animals and most people want kittens, they might never get another chance. I just couldn't do that to them. So, I figured, four farm managers equals four cats and I took them all."

Hotch burst out laughing. "Dave, I always knew you were an old softie," he choked. "Is that all they managed to send with you?"

"This time," Rossi admitted. "However, I did promise to try to stop by on my way back and see what else they had."

"This one is so pretty," Lynn exclaimed. She had sat down on the grass in front of the carriers and was putting her fingers through the screen on the first one to play with the cat within. "Are they all set to go?"

"All have had their shots and been neutered," Rossi told her. "I have the paperwork for each of them so it's just a matter of deciding where their new homes are going to be and sending them on their way."

"I suspect we had better give Mistress first pick," Hotch was still grinning. "And then we can send the rest on to their new homes at the other farms. Now, let's get your stuff moved up to the farm."

"You are going to love the new electric carts," Lynn enthused as she stood up and brushed herself off. "You won't have to walk and I get to drive!" She bounded away towards the area where the carts were parked.

"Aaron," Rossi said as soon as he was sure she was out of hearing. "Before you leave we really need to talk – In private."

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"She did what?" Hotch exclaimed. "I don't believe it!" The two men were sitting in the bedroom Dave had been assigned in the farm manager's house. ("In deference to my age," Rossi had grinned.)

"Believe it," Rossi told him sadly. "It's not 100 percent for certain, but it appears that this has been traced, if not directly to her, to her vicinity."

"Okay," Hotch took a deep breath. "Why don't you go over it from the beginning, just one more time, so I can be sure I'm not missing anything?"

"Well, when I got back to San Juan after my book tour," Rossi began. "There was a note in my hotel room asking me to speak with the manager of the resort. From what he told me, it seems that last week some of his marina staff overheard several of the guests who were looking to check out a boat talk about a 'Rave' they were going to attend. The staff was unaware of anything like that in the vicinity, so they asked the guests about it. As it turns out, they had read a notice on an on-line social media board about an island in the area that was going to be hosting a week's worth of, to quote, 'Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll'. The directions to the island would have led them directly here."

"I don't believe this," Hotch groaned. "Then what?"

"The marina staff told the resort manager who, after notifying the Coast Guard, contacted his bosses at Trans-Caribbean Development," Rossi continued. "And, after their computer people had taken the notice down, they began trying to trace it back to its source."

"Which was?" Hotch questioned.

"Not exactly on Jessica's doorstep," Rossi clarified. "But to a cybercafé not far from where she works. Nobody has been able to place her at the scene and, quite frankly, I don't think she has the computer savvy to do something like that, but that doesn't mean that she didn't hire someone to do it for her."

"It's a good thing I am leaving shortly," Hotch sighed. "As much as I hate to leave my family behind, it will give me a chance to confront Jessica in private and see what she has to say about all this. Then, I suspect, I will have to have a talk with Jack. I'm not looking forward to that."

"Don't say anything now," Rossi counselled. "Wait until you have all the facts and then sit down and talk with him. Jack's a smart kid and I have no doubt he knows something is wrong; he just doesn't quite know how to deal with it."

"Aaron," Lynn's voice echoed up the stairway. "Aaron – The boat is getting ready to leave."

"Time to pack it up," Rossi grinned reassuringly. "And, don't worry, I'll be here to handle things on this end for the next several weeks."