Olvia couldn't help but stare as she and Elliot approached the Thornley's property. "Do you believe this place? That had to have known something like this in Manhattan would raise some red flags."

"Maybe they were too busy trying to pass this off as a historical building." Elliot said. "How do you think they got the ivy to grow so fast? This was a parking lot five years ago."

"You must be Mr and Mrs Walsh."

"Yes, that's us." Olivia said turning to face the stout gentleman who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Welcome. I'm Mr. Robert James, the founder of the organization. We are very honoured to have you joining us."

"Well we're honoured to be here." Olivia smiled. She glanced at Elliot and raised her brow, urging him to speak.

"This is an impressive structure."

"Yes." Mr James said proudly. "It's been in my family since the 1800s."

"You don't say." Elliot said following closely behind Mr James. Olivia rolled her eyes and took a few fast steps so she was walking beside Elliot. He almost jumped when she took his hand in hers.

"This is our main meeting area." Mr James said leading them into a massive room decorated in deep reds and blues. "I'll have my wife give you the full tour in a bit, but I thought you'd like to get settled in your room first."

"Thank you Mr James." Olivia said sweetly.

"Please call me Robert dear." He said as he lead them down a long hallway. "Well here we are. Your bags are inside, as are your keys. The doors are locked at all times so make sure you always have your key on you. My wide will be up in about an hour, and she can answer any of your questions."

Elliot nodded as Robert walked away. He held the door as Olivia walked into the bedroom.

"I hate to be impressed, but I am." Olivia said looking around the room. "When we shut these guys down, someone should turn this place into a hotel."

"Well, we have to shut them down first." Elliot mumbled.

Olivia sighed as she said down on the king sized bed. "What's wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well you're acting like a jerk. You were walking like three feet ahead of me outside, and than you practically jumped out of your skin when i took your hand. We're suppose to be a happily married couple. You should act a little nicer to me, at least when there are people around. No wonder you're divorced." She bit down on her lip when she saw him tense up. "Wow. I'm sorry El. I didn't mean that. Now I'm being a jerk."

"We're even." Elliot said sitting down beside her. "I was doing a lousy undercover job. You just took me off guard when you grabbed my hand."

"Speaking of which, you ever hear of hand cream buddy?" Olivia joked, knowing if he laughed he really had forgiven her comment.

"Yes, I believe it's that stuff you smell the car up with every morning." Elliot laughed. "And I'm sure one of your forty suitcases is full of just hand cream."

"Hey, I need all that stuff. Do you think I just wake up looking this good?"

"Yeah."

Olivia just stared at him, she had no idea how to respond to that. He had been so serious, she wasn't sure if he was joking.

The silence was broken by a gentle rap at the door. Elliot opened the door to a woman in her late fifties holding herself with an elegance matching her designer pant suit. She smiled at Elliot and held out her hand. "Eleanor James."

Olivia looked at her watch, and the older lady laughed. "I'm early. I couldn't wait any longer to meet our new guests."

"Oh." Olivia said with a smile moving to stand next to Elliot. "Olivia Walsh, nice to meet you."

"Likewise. My husband tells me you are from the Boston area. You wouldn't happen to be related to William and Cindi Walsh would you?"

"No." Elliot said shaking his head. "Of course there are so many Walshes out there, I'm sure I'm related to a couple hundred I've never met."

Eleanor smiled. Elliot felt he had just been tested. he hoped that smile meant he had passed.

"Of course. Well, how would you two like a tour?"