*the next day at the precinct*

Aaron and Jennifer arrived precisely at nine the next morning at Rossi's office. They were met by not only Rossi, But Major Prentiss as well.

"I pray you had a good night's rest," asked Rossi.

"Very," said Aaron sarcastically.

Prentiss cut in, "Mister Hotchner, the German government wants to make sure that you're brought back and placed in the concentration camp that you escaped from."

"As I said, Major," Aaron replied, keeping his temper in check, "This is still French soil. So I'm not under the jurisdiction of Germany."

"You will be if you decide to flee to Lisbon. And with that, you need exit visas signed by Captain Rossi. Would you be willing to sign exit visas for them to leave Casablanca, Captain Rossi?"

"Not if it will put you in harm's way, Mr. Hotchner. I'd rather you stay in Casablanca."

"Well, if France has asked me to stay, then Casablanca is my new home."

"See to it that it stays that way, Mr. Hotchner," Prentiss said with a sneer.

Later that afternoon, Spencer had walked to the Blue Parrot to receive his shipment of caviar.

"Well, Spencer, what brings you to the Blue Parrot. Ready to sell Café American?"

"I'm just here to get my caviar. Every week I receive it, It's usually a few tins short."

"Shipping charges," laughs Erin.

"Uh huh."

"There's talk of those letters of transit being here in Casablanca. I'd like to think you have them."

"I hate politics, Erin. You know that."

Spencer walked out and nearly bumps into Aaron. He looks at Aaron. "If you're looking for Erin Strauss, she's the lady at the bar."

Spencer walked out and spotted Jennifer admiring some lace curtains. The merchant was trying to barter with her. "You like? For you, Madam, five hundred dollars."

Spencer walked up to her. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

The merchant cut in. "Ahh. You know Spencer Reid. For you, four hundred dollars."

Spencer continued, "I apologize for my harsh words."

Jennifer replied, "Apology accepted."

The merchant continued bartering. "Ahh, so you are a friend of Spencer Reid's. For you, Three hundred dollars!"

Spencer said, "I was in no condition to receive visitors last night."

"It really is no problem."

"Derik said you admired his music."

"He's an exceptional musician."

The merchant was determined to sell the curtains to the woman. "Ahh! So you are a special friend of Spencer Reid's. For you two hundred dollars!"

Jennifer replied, "No thank you. I'm not interested." She walks away towards the Blue Parrot. She walks inside in time to hear Aaron and Erin talking about possible exit visas.

"We're looking for two exit visas."

Erin looks from Aaron to Jennifer. "It would cost five thousand dollars. I can get an exit visa for the lady, but I know who you are and what you're wanted for, Mr. Hotchner. I'll allow you two to talk it over."

As Erin walked away, Aaron leans over to Jennifer. "Take the exit visa, Jennifer. I can find some other way out of Casablanca."

"No, Aaron. I'm not leaving without you."

"I'd do it if the roles were reversed."

"What about that time I was sick in Warsaw and couldn't leave? You could have left me, but you didn't."

Aaron smiled, "I had no particular place to be at that moment."

"I won't leave until there are two exit visas."

"Well, Miss Strauss is expecting an answer."

The two walked over to where Erin is sitting. Aaron says, "Miss Strauss, thank you, but we'll wait for two exit visas."

"You might want to ask Spencer. If you believe the talk, He has those famous letters of transit."

The shock on the Aaron and Jennifer's faces weren't lost on Erin. "He didn't offer them? What a shame."

That night, at Café American, Aaron and Jennifer walked in and Spencer greeted them. "Welcome."

"Mr. Reid, can you seat us away from the Germans?"

"The geography is a little difficult, but how about a table closer to Derik. I know how very fond of his music you are," he looked at Jennifer.

As Spencer seats them and waves for Kevin, Aaron spoke up. "Mr. Reid, I was wondering if I could talk to you." Spencer sat down as Kevin brought a round of drinks to the table.

"Boss," Kevin said, "You are becoming your best customer!"

"So, Mr. Hotchner," Spencer began, "What would you like to talk about?""I was hoping some place a bit private."

"We could go to my office." He turned to Jennifer. "I'll have Derik play some of the old songs from Paris."

"I'd like that."

Spencer and Aaron walk into Spencer's office.

"So, Mr. Hotchner, what can I do for you?"

"I was informed today that you may or may not have those letters of transit that the murdered curriers were carrying."

"Really?""Yes. If you do have them, I'll buy them from you. Name any price."

"If I had them, I wouldn't sell them."

"You are an American. Why won't you fight on the right side of this war?"

"I try never to engage in politics. It's a subject that I've never cared for."

"May I ask why?"

Spencer took out a cigarette and lit it. "Ask you wife."

The puzzled look on Aaron's face wasn't lost on Spencer. Spencer was just about to say something when a commotion was heard in the main room of the café. As Spencer and Aaron walked in, they saw Penelope with a German soldier, who was arguing with a French legionnaire. Spencer got in between them and broke up the argument. It wasn't a big secret that Germany was hated by France.

Suddenly the group of soldiers that were with Prentiss, had gathered around Derik's piano, playing and singing the German national anthem. Aaron was angry. He turned to the band members.

"Play Le Marseilles."

The band members looked at Spencer. He nodded. "Play it."

The band members stood up and began to play the French anthem. Everyone in the café stood up and began singing, drowning out the drunk German officers. After the song came cheers, whistles, and even shouts of, "Viva La France!"

Prentiss looked at Rossi with disdain. "You see. This kind of demonstration can cause an uprising for the Third Reich. Shut this place down, Rossi."

"But I would have to find a reason to shut down Spencer's place."

"Find one or you can find yourself on the edge of Siberia!"

Rossi sighed. He would give anything to see that woman dead. He blew his whistle. "Attention! This café is closed until further notice. Everyone is to return to their homes. This café is closed till further notice!"

Spencer walked over to him. "Rossi, you can't shut me down! You'd better have a damned good reason!"

"Spencer, I'm shocked to see gambling going on in this establishment!"

At that moment, Kevin walked up to Rossi with a handful of money. "Your winnings, Sir."

"Thank you."

As Aaron and Jennifer went to their modest little home, Aaron turned off the lights and closed the curtains. "Our friend that's been following us will think we've retired for the evening."

"Aaron, when you were in the concentration camp, were you lonely?"

"Everyday that I wasn't near you. Funny. I asked Spencer about his cause and he said, 'Ask your wife'. I wonder what he meant by that?" He went to the window and peered down to the empty street. "Well, our friend is gone. I've a meeting to attend. Stay here, Darling."

After Aaron left, Jennifer left the house under the cover of darkness. She too, had a mission. A mission that included her past love with a man she knew in Paris.