"Edgerton is officially moping." David announced, walking into Charlie's garage and snagging a seat on the couch next to Megan. They were meeting in secret, trying to come up with one last plan to hook up Don and Ian. It wasn't even about the bet anymore. Besides, they were all individually out of ideas and figured that working together might be the only way to actually succeed in getting Don and Ian together.

"Yeah. It's pretty weird." Colby added. "I mean, he's lost that whole sniper-Zen I-can-kill-you-with-my-little-finger thing. Now he's just grouchy."

Both agents leveled mock-accusing glares at Charlie.

"I know, I know. My idea backfired spectacularly. I thought for sure Ian would make a move. I didn't think I had to worry about somebody else making one first." Charlie replied. "At least he only went out with Nadine the once."

"Anyone else have any other ideas?" Megan asked.

"Handcuffing them together and leaving them in the locker room for the weekend?" Colby offered.

"Hmm. Tempting." David replied. "Right up until Monday when we let them go and Edgerton shoots us and Don fires us."

"Touché."

"Well, I think we've all but eliminated the chance of Ian making the first move." David opined.

Colby nodded his agreement. "Yeah, just watching him at the office when Don walked out with Nadine was brutal. I can't even imagine what that felt like for him."

"Okay, so then we know we need to find a way to make Don react." Megan stated. "What do we know are Don's hot buttons?"

"He's competitive." Colby said. "If we got someone interested in Edgerton, maybe he'd make a move."

David shook his head. "I kind of tried that when I took them to the bar. Got it into this bartender's head to chat up Ian when he put in drink orders. Don got pretty jealous, but he basically just stole her attention and flirted with her right in front of Ian. Don's a major cockblock."

Megan frowned. "I don't really like the idea of manipulating somebody else's feelings to make this work."

"Okay, so lets get this in order." Charlie picked up a piece of chalk and started writing on the board, narrating as he wrote. "Ideas that have been tried: 1) Suggestive Remarks. 2) Alcohol. 3) Blind Date. 4) Suggestive Clothing. 5) Jealousy."

"All of which seem to have flopped." Megan said, eyes roving the list.

David stared at the list as well. "I'm out of ideas."

"Me too." Colby said.

"You know," Megan began. "I really think that the jealousy angle might be the way to go. Don always gets the most determined when he feels threatened."

"But you just said-" Charlie began.

"I know. What we need is someone who already knows what's going on." Megan said.

"We could just tell whomever we get to flirt with Ian the whole story." Colby offered.

"Yeah, but how's that going to stop Don from just pulling the cockblock routine?" David questioned.

"What we need is someone to flirt with Edgerton that would be totally off limits to Don," Megan said, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Like maybe someone already engaged in rivalry with Don. Someone who already pushes all of Don's buttons," she finished, her eyes settling on Charlie.

"What?" Charlie squawked. "No way!" He looked towards David and Colby, eyes pleading for support. "He'd never believe it anyway. I'm with Amita."

David and Colby both gazed speculatively at Charlie, before glancing at each other.

"That…" David began. "That actually might work."

"Don's head might also explode." Colby added.

"Guys, come on! You can't be serious." Charlie protested. "There is no way I'm flirting with Ian Edgerton in order to make my brother jealous enough to ask him out. It's ridiculous!"

Before Megan, David, or Colby could attempt to convince Charlie otherwise, movement in the doorway caught their attention.

"Well. It certainly sounds ridiculous."

Charlie whirled around from the chalkboard and was very surprised to see another person entering the garage.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." Alan replied, and gestured to the chalkboard. "I think the far better question might be what exactly you are doing."

"Well, we were… uh…" Charlie stammered. The three agents all studiously avoided eye contact with Alan.

"You were meddling in your brother's personal life. Something that he hasn't been too fond of you doing since he hit puberty." Alan commented.

"But Dad! He's-" Charlie began.

Alan cut him off. "I know Charlie, but he's a grown man. A grown man that is allowed to make his own choices, rather than being manipulated into them by his brother and coworkers." Alan paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, conveying his disappointment. He held out a hand, gesturing for Charlie to hand over the chalk. "Now I want you all to stop this. I know you mean well, but this isn't the way to do it."

Underneath Alan's disapproving gaze, Megan, Colby, David, and even Charlie slowly made their way out of the garage. Once the door shut behind them, Alan studied the chalkboard in front of him speculatively. A slow smile crept across his face as he raised the chalk in his hand and added his own writing to the board. Once he was satisfied, he went inside the house and dialed a number from memory.

"Hello Donnie? Do you think you can make it to the house for dinner tonight? I'm making rib eye."