"Wow," Alan said as they pulled into the driveway. "How many people are on that team of yours, Liz?"

"Not this many," Liz glanced at the cars parked in front of the Eppes house. She pulled out her cell phone, but Charlie stopped her.

"That's Millie's car. And that one's Amita's. That SUV is the one Ben and Maggie rented. It looks like we're having a welcome home party."

"You recognize everybody's cars?" Liz asked.

Charlie shrugged. "The license numbers."

Liz laughed as she pulled into the driveway. "Why am I not surprised?" Before she turned the engine off, the front door of the house opened and Amita appeared. "Looks like your welcoming committee has been waiting for us."

Charlie climbed awkwardly out of the car and met Amita halfway up the driveway. Tears in her eyes, Amita threw her arms around him. "Oh, Charlie! Are you all right?"

He tried to shift her away from his injured arm. "I'll be fine. Really," he murmured into her hair.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Your arm..." She released him and slipped her arm around his waist. "Is it broken?"

Charlie nodded. "Unfortunately, yes."

Amita looked over her shoulder and watched Liz helping Alan and Don out of her car. "Liz? Do you need a hand?"

"I've got it. You get your patient inside and I'll bring these two."

Alan muttered, "I'm surprised they didn't have wheelchairs waiting for us."

Liz laughed. "I'm sure it wasn't for lack of trying. It's hard to get three wheelchairs, not to mention hospital beds, on such short notice."

"Ha ha," Don said and he began to walk gingerly toward the house.

"You think I'm kidding? You forget who you're dealing with here."

Millie burst through the door and nearly ran into Charlie and Amita. "Oh! Excuse me. Charlie, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Millie. You really didn't have to..."

But she was gone, rushing to Alan's side. "Oh, dear, Alan! Are you all right?"

"Just a concussion. Nothing major."

"That's good. Come on, let's get you inside. I'm not much of a cook, as you know, but I did stop and buy some chicken soup on the way here."

"We'll be fine, Millie."

Don turned to Liz and murmured, "Is it too late to go to my apartment instead?"

--

Jill glanced up from her computer and smiled. "Come on in, Agent Sinclair. Have a seat. I'll be with you in a second."

David sat. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice."

Jill finished what she was doing, pressed the 'enter' key and said, "Any time. Any word on Agent Eppes' condition?"

"He had to have a few more stitches. He and his dad and brother are home now. Agent Warner is keeping an eye on them."

"Good. What can I do for you?"

"Well, you're aware of Charlie Eppes' work in trying to find a mole in this office."

"Of course. In my defense, if we'd known about the criminal activity of Ted Moresby's teachers..."

"We think there's a second mole."

"Did Charlie's work come up with another name?"

"Not yet. He hasn't been able to finish the work yet." A smile quirked the corner of David's mouth. "He's had a few interruptions. We're planning on trying to flush out the buyer for a stolen Van Gogh by transporting the painting. We thought we might flush out any other moles at the same time."

Jill nodded. "Sounds good to me. What do you need from me?"

"While we're waiting for Charlie to get back to his analysis, I thought you could give me the names of any employees who went to the schools where the Agincourt brothers teach. That'll narrow down the list of folks we have to keep an eye on when we let it leak that we're moving the painting."

"Okay," Jill pressed a few keys on her keyboard. "I'll have a printout for you in a moment." She glanced up at David. "How is Charlie doing?"

"His arm was broken, but he's going to be fine."

Jill smiled. "He's such a sweet young man." Her eyes twinkled at David just before she turned to her printer. "I think I scared him off."

"Now, how could you do something like that?"

She shrugged. "I may have given him the impression I liked him."

David chuckled. "That explains why he hasn't gone out of his way to come back here."

"It was a psychological experiment. I wanted to see how he'd react." She turned and picked up a stack of paper from her printer. She pulled the top two sheets off of the stack and handed them to David. "Here you go."

"So, how'd he do?" David couldn't contain his curiosity.

Jill grinned. "He has no clue how cute he is. Which makes him even cuter. But don't tell him I said that. I'm happily involved. And he's definitely too young for me. As I said, it was just an experiment."

David laughed and glanced at the papers. "Current and former employees? Interesting idea." He stood. "Thank you very much, Ms. Weber. I'll let you know what we find out. And I'll send Charlie to you in person with his results."

--

"All right! All right!" With effort, Don raised his voice to be heard above the uproar. "Dad! You take the couch. You've got a concussion and you should be lying down."

"But you should be lying down too, Donnie," Alan objected as Millie took his arm and guided him to the couch.

"I'm going back to my apartment," Don turned toward the door.

"Oh, no you're not," Liz said, taking Don's hand. "We don't have enough people to secure two locations. Sit." She indicated a chair across from the couch.

"Yessir!" Don said, giving a mock salute. "I am sitting."

Charlie eased himself into his favorite rocking chair. "You don't have to tell me, Boss. I'm sitting."

Millie clapped her hands. "Now, gentlemen. Who would like some soda? Coffee?" She looked nervously around. "Are they allowed to have coffee and soda?"

"How about beer?" Don suggested. He looked around hopefully. "Oh, hey, Maggie! Ben! How are you two doing after your little excitement?"

"Much better than you, Don," Ben said, carrying two dining room chairs into the living room. He glanced around at the three Eppes men. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"It'll be hard sitting back while the rest of the team finishes up this case," Don sighed. He glanced at Liz. "But I know they'll do a great job."

"Of course we will," Liz patted Don's shoulder. "We learned from the best."

"Who?" Charlie asked. "Megan?"

"Ha ha, Chuck. Very funny." Don grinned. "Hey, Millie. Why don't we skip the soup and order something in?"

"That sounds good," Charlie said. "How about pizza?"

Don raised his hand. "I vote for sushi or Chinese."

Maggie brought in a dining room chair and sat next to the couch. "Why's that? Easier on the stomach?"

"No way," Don laughed. "I want to watch Chuck there trying to use chopsticks with his left hand."

Charlie shook his head. "Don, you've gotta find a new punch line. You're wearing that one out."

--

Colby looked up as David returned to the bullpen. "Everything is ready to go. You get the names?"

David held up the papers. "Yep. Current and former employees who attended the schools where the Agincourts teach. We've got four current and nine former. Ms. Weber is emailing the list to Charlie."

"Good. That should help narrow his search for a second mole. Gary's got his guys lined up and he says they'll be ready when we are."

"You think we've got enough on our end to handle it?"

Colby shrugged. "Until we're sure who we can trust, I guess we're it. Unless you want to call Liz back from babysitting duty."

David laughed as he took out his cell phone. "Oh, man! I am going to tell Don you said that!"

A look of panic crossed Colby's face. "You're not calling him, are you?"

"Nah. I'm calling Liz to see if Charlie can have a look at our mole infestation problem when he gets Ms. Weber's email."

"Liz?" Amita asked, "is that your cell phone?"

Liz pulled the phone from her pocket and glanced at the display. "Yeah. With the racket in here, I didn't even hear it." She popped the phone open. "Warner. Wait a second, David. I can't hear you. This place is a zoo." She stuck a finger in her ear and walked into the kitchen.

"A zoo?" Don chuckled as he watched Liz leave. "Speaking for the animals here, I resemble that remark." He glanced at his father, lying on the couch, rubbing his forehead. "Dad? You okay?"

Alan sighed. "My head is pounding."

Ben exchanged glances with Maggie and stood. "I think it's time we let these three patients rest." He crossed the room and stood next to Alan. "Alan, we'll work out a schedule to bring meals for the three of you and run whatever errands you need done for the next few days."

Alan struggled to sit up. "You don't have to do that, Ben."

"I know," Ben said, smiling. "We want to. The three of you have been wonderful to us during our time here in California. Please give us the opportunity to return the favor. Now, lie back down."

Maggie added, "And please don't hesitate to call us if you need anything."

"Thank you," Alan said, settling back down on the couch.

"You'd do the same for us," Maggie smiled. "We'll say goodbye to your sons and then we'll see ourselves out."

When Liz returned from the kitchen, things had started to settle down. Ben and Maggie were gone, and Millie had finally settled down and was reading a magazine.

Don looked up at Liz. "What's going on?"

"Nothing for you to worry about, Bossman. Charlie, if you're up to it, David would like you to have a look at something. Jill Weber has sent you an email."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "I can't wait to see what she has to say."

"Don't worry. It's just business. She's got a list of former and current employees who went to the schools where the Agincourts teach. David would like you to look them over and see if you can find any more moles in the office."

Charlie thought for a moment. "I'm not sure where my laptop is." He stood, grimacing. "I think it's in Dad's car."

"Sit," Amita said. "I'll find it for you." She got the keys from Alan and went in search of the computer.

"So," Charlie said to Liz, "Has David got the plan in motion?"

"He does. He and Colby are working with Lt. Walker. David wants me to stay here just in case."

"He doesn't expect any trouble here, does he?" Alan pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"No, Alan," Liz said. "We just don't want to take any chances."

"Found it," Amita called as she came back in, carrying Charlie's laptop and the bags Alan had packed to carry Don and Charlie's belongings back from the hospital.

Charlie jumped up and hurried to help. "You didn't have to carry this all yourself."

Amita chuckled. "I've got it. I'm not an invalid – like some people."

"She's got you there, Chuck. You one-armed bandit, you," Don smirked.

Charlie sighed as he eased himself back into his seat. "I wish Ben and Maggie had stayed. At least they were nice."

"Ben's a Brit," Don said. "I think it's bred into them to be polite." He paused, realizing what he had said, then added, "Well, all except for Susan Berry. I heard about the way she used you and then dropped you. That was cold."

Charlie blinked in surprise. "How did you hear about that?"

"I'm a G-Man, Buddy. I have my sources."

Amita took Charlie's laptop out of its case and put it on his lap. "So tell us the gory details, Don. Charlie really hasn't told me a lot about Susan – just that they broke up by mutual agreement."

"Mutual agreement?" Don's eyebrows rose. "That's not what I heard."

"Larry. It had to be Larry," Charlie muttered. He took Amita's hand. "It's ancient history. It was over before you and I started getting serious."

Amita kissed Charlie's forehead. "I know. Larry called it your very own Berry's Phase."

Charlie blushed. "Larry always did have a way with words."

"Berry's Phase?" Don asked. "What's that?"

"It's a phase acquired by quantum states when they're subjected to..."

Amita noticed Don's blank stare and interrupted Charlie's explanation, "It's a quantum mechanics pun."

Charlie nodded. "Yeah. Something only Larry Fleinhardt would come up with."

Millie laughed, "And something only us geeks would find humorous."

Charlie's computer beeped. "There's Ms. Weber's email. Let's see what she came up with."

Don glanced at Liz and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if it involved an invitation to her office. Amita and Susan are not the only two women to find Professor Eppes attractive."

Liz grinned. "That's no surprise to me."

"Really?" Don prompted.

"Really." Liz turned back to Charlie. "What have you got, Charlie?"

"I'm putting the names Ms. Weber sent me into my algorithm. We'll see what comes up. How soon do you need an answer?"

"Lt. Walker is ready to move, so I would say we need it yesterday," Liz said.

Charlie chuckled without taking his eyes from the screen. "You'll have to talk to Larry about that. It would require some interdimensional tinkering. But I should have some preliminary results in a few minutes."