Now that we've seen Trip's plan in action, let's find out what schemed Garrett schemed.

"He's prob'ly goin' to buy us a house nearby," Fitz was carrying on a conversation with Trip as they walked down the hallway. "I only came to this city for schooling, so I don't really have a proper home and it might be uncomfortable living here."

Trip raised an eyebrow. "It would be uncomfortable living in this giant house with over fifty rooms, servants, and an indoor pool?"

A defeated Fitz waited a moment to respond. "Well…not when you put it like that."

A thud came from a nearby guest room. "What the?" Trip led the way toward the sound in question. It had been coming from one of the guest rooms.

The guest room in question belonged to Lance Hunter. "Blimey, that thing was heavier than I thought," Hunter was practically hunched over a giant trunk trying to catch his breath. Oddly enough, he was wearing a fancy looking suit.

"Hunter," Hunter turned to face the man who asked for him, "what are you doing in that suit?"

"What, this old thing?" His expression became more serious. "You don't like it do you? Bloody hell, I knew this wasn't the right one." Hunter practically tore off the suit he was wearing and threw it on top of a pile of other suits near a mirror. "I have got to find the perfect attire."

"What's the occasion?" Fitz inquired.

Hunter shot him a confused look. "Your wedding."

"Oh."

Trip chuckled. "I think what our groom meant is why are you making a big to-do over which suit to wear? It's not as if you're trying to impress someone, are you?"

Hunter scoffed. "What? Me? Impress someone else?" An obviously fake chuckle. "Surely you jest."

"Fitz, I'm afraid our dear friend Hunter has got it bad."

"Got what?" Trip laughed as he led Fitz away. "Got what?"

"Good night, Hunter!"

"Seriously, got what?" Hunter's query continued being ignored.

"Even I'm confused Trip," Fitz admitted. "What has he got?"

"He's got it and he has got it bad."

"It?"

"Fitz, Hunter shows the side effects of being struck by Cupid's arrow."

"The plan actually worked?"

"Could you not tell he was trying to make himself presentable for Bobbi?"

"And you're certain it had nothing to do with my wedding tomorrow?"

"C'mon Fitz, would he really make a huge deal out of that?"

Trip had Fitz there. Lance Hunter wasn't one for formal occasions—and he had a particular distain for weddings most of all. Why should Fitz's wedding be any different? "Okay, yes, good point."

As the men continued walking down the hall, they almost bumped into Garrett. "I am sorry gentlemen," Garrett apologized, "I did not see…Fitz?"

Fitz exchanged a glance with Trip. "Yes?"

"This makes no sense. If you're standing here in front of me than who…" Garrett stopped. "Oh."

"Garrett," Trip spoke, "is everything alright?"

"I'm afraid not."

"What's the matter?"

"I do not think you would care to hear about the sight I have just come across, especially you Mr. Fitz."

"Why not?" Fitz asked him. "It sounds like it concerns me."

Garrett was still hesitant to tell him. "There is no easy way to explain this."

"Just tell us what you saw, John," Trip requested.

"Very well: I was outside looking for the governor when I heard distinct sounds of lovemaking. The source of said lovemaking was coming from..."

"From where?"

"...from the room of the Governor's daughter." The other men didn't say anything, but their expressions no doubt conveyed some sort of a response. "The window was open and the woman who was being pleasured next to the open window had uncanny honey colored hair very much like Jemma's style. I thought nothing of it assuming she was being intimate with Mr. Fitz, and yet here the gentleman in question stands before my very eyes."

Fitz shook his head. "You're lying," he barely spoke above a whisper.

"I must admit," Trip began, "even I cannot believe what you're telling us."

Garrett sighed. "Then I have no choice but to show the both of you." Garrett gestured for them to follow him. He pointed to the open window where a woman with honey colored hair was making love to a man who was not Fitz. "Is this not Jemma's bedroom?"

Fitz was looking away from the sight and onto the ground. "It is."

"Jemma," the man in Jemma's bedroom was passionately calling her name, "I love it when you do that." Fitz tried to hold back the bile rising in his throat.

"It sounds like she has done this before," Garrett noted as he put a comforting hand on an upset Fitz's shoulder. "I was hoping this was not true for your sake; I do care about you Fitz." Fitz angrily stormed off.

"Fitz," Trip tried to chase after him, but Garrett stopped him.

"Let him go. He needs to be alone right now."

Trip looked back up toward the window. "I desperately do not want to believe this, and yet the evidence is plain to see."

"So you agree that is the governor's daughter?"

"It is her bedroom, the man called out her name, and the hair is unmistakably hers."

"You mustn't blame yourself for making the match between her and Fitz. How we were supposed to know this girl was…well, there really is no kind way to describe what she is, nor what she has done to our poor Fitz."

"I must talk him out of marrying her."

"Would he listen? He loves the girl so."

"It is the right thing to do. If he does nothing by tomorrow, then at the wedding when the friar asks if there is any just cause as to why the two should not be wed, I will speak up."

"The boy does have a fear of public speaking." Garrett put his arm around Trip's shoulders and began leading him away. "Truly, the boy is lucky to have a friend like you."

…

Eric, the eldest of the Koenig triplets, was proudly marching back and forth in front of his younger, eerily identical brothers. "To be chosen as security to the Governor is an extreme honor. We are all good and honest men, lest we suffer eternal salvation."

Billy Koenig, the second oldest, noticed the vocabulary error. "I believe the actual word is-"

"I believe the actual word is," Eric mocked. "As both eldest brother and Chief of Security, I do not have to listen to either of you. Whatever word I say is the word that goes, do you understand?"

"Yes Eric," Billy and Sam replied back in monotone.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

The younger brothers rolled their eyes. "Yes Chief Eric."

Eric smiled smugly. "I like the sound of that," he cleared his throat and regained his serious composure, "Now it is time to test you men," he paused to think of a scenario. "Okay, you order a vagrant man to stop in Duke's name, but he does not. What do you do?" After a moment, Sam slowly raised his hand. "Yes, Billy?"

"Sam."

"Eric."

"No, I am Sam."

"Does it really matter?"

"Kind of, yes."

"Just answer my question: what do you do if a vagrant does not stop in the Duke's name?"

"Let him go?"

He looked at him in disbelief. "Let? Him? Go?"

"Well, if he does not stop in the Duke's name, then does that indicate that he's not one of the Duke's men."

Eric didn't consider that, but wouldn't let his brothers catch on. "Yes, good, you passed my test. Meddle with no one but the Duke's objects."

Billy raised his hand. "Question."

"Yes, Sam."

"Billy."

"Eric."

"No, I…never mind we're obviously getting nowhere with this."

"What is your question?"

"What if nothing is happening and we're tired? Is it appropriate to fall asleep so that in case something does happen, we will be more alert?"

Eric rubbed his chin in thought. "Sleeping on the watch should not be a problem, but just make sure you keep your weapons close by so that they do not get stolen like last time. Oh, and one of you will have to go to a pub at some point and tell any of the drunkards to return home."

Sam raised his hand. "But what if a drunkard won't go?"

Eric let out an exasperated sigh. "Then you obviously wait until they are sober."

Billy raised his hand. "What if we come across a thief?"

"Then expect the thief to be a liar."

"Yes, but should we arrest him?"

"That's your call. See, the thief could have a weapon and use said weapon to maim or kill you so that is one bad thing going for you; but the thief could also ensure that you get your fingerprints on whatever they had stolen and then may try to frame you so...that one's more your guys' call than mine."

Sam again. "What if there's a crying young child alone and crying?"

"Then you go and get their mother or nursemaid," Eric talked to Sam as if Sam was stupid.

"What if the mother or nursemaid is nowhere to be found or is asleep?"

"A crying child should wake the woman up."

"But what if it-"

"You know what: enough with the stupid questions Billy!"

"SAM! I AM SAM!"

"Yeah, well Sam: I have decided to put Billy second in command."

While Billy quietly celebrated, Sam verbally protested. "But that's not fair!"

"Well you should have been born second."

"I had no control over that!"

"And now you have no control over this."

Sam pouted. "I'm going to tell Mother about this."

Eric clapped his hands together. "Okay brothers, I'm off."

"Where are you going?" Billy questioned.

"As Chief of Security, I have more chiefly things to secure. Now get to work men!" Eric left.

"Psst," Billy gestured for Sam to move closer, "look what I got," he pulled a device from his pocket and showed it to Sam.

"What is that?"

"Some science guy made it. By pressing this button, this device will automatically send electrical impulses throughout a person's body."

"Wow that is awesome." Suddenly, there was some rustling in the distance. "I think someone's coming!"

"What do we do?"

"Don't ask me, you're second in charge. What do we do?"

"Okay: I say we hide in the background and listen to their conversation. If they something damning, we use this device on them."

"Good plan."

"Yeah, that's probably why I'm second in charge."

The brothers hid as a jovial Ward and Kara came onto the scene laughing. "Grant," Kara started, "is it considered prostitution if Garrett paid you to have sex with me?"

"Kara, Darling, I was not paid to have sex with you," Ward explained, "that was of my own choice. I could have chosen any girl to put on that wig and make sweet love to me while I call her Jemma. I was paid to hold up my end of the bargain in Garrett's scheme."

"Did it work?"

"You were there; how did you not notice?"

"I could not very well focus my attention outside the window with my back to it now could I?"

"Touché."

"So, did the plan work or not?"

"As far as they know, Fitz and the Duke saw the governor's daughter having sexual relations with another man. So tomorrow at the wedding, try and look surprise when the Princess of Messina is slandered for all to see."

The brothers nodded to each other and came out of hiding. "Stop in the name of the Duke!" As Ward reached for his sword, Billy used his device on him. The electrical impulses rendered Ward helpless and he fell to the ground. Kara tried to run, but Sam stopped her so that Billy could use the device on her. Naturally, it had the same effect as it did with Ward.

Billy was dumbfounded. "My god, we actually caught some criminals!"

"Yeah, but what about the other guy they talked about?" Sam remembered. "It sounds like he's the one in charge? Shouldn't we look for him?"

"Yes, but not right now. Who knows how long these two will be unconscious. We are going to have to bring them into police custody and have the sexton take down the charges."

Sam gasped in delight. "We'll get to see the sexton!"

"I know!"

"She sure is pretty."

"Not as pretty as me of course."

"We look alike!"

"Yes, but I am the attractive one."

"Huh?"

"Eric is the brains, I am the looks, and you…you're the Sam."

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"Yeah, well it's not fair that Mother likes you best," Ward made some sort of grunting sound, but Billy used his weapon on him again. "Man, this little machine is awesome!"

"We should probably bring these criminals in now before something like that happens again."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

"I want to take the girl!"

"Fine."

"Really?"

"It would look more manly if I brought in the man anyway."

The scenes with Dogberry are supposed to be funny. I tried to do that with the Koenig's scene so let's hope I didn't fail miserably.