As the Ridge Racer theme song started up in the conference room, Hotch answered his cell, "Hello... Yes, ma'am... Rossi decided to take some vacation, yes... I don't know why you weren't informed... As you can imagine, I wasn't too happy with him, so calling you wasn't my first thought... Yes, ma'am... We are on a case, I was just going to let him sit in the jail and think about what he's done for a while... Well, if you want to bail him out, then be my guest... Bye."

Hotch looked over at the rest of his team. "That was The Strauss," Hotch said, "She is driving up to Canada to bail out her ex... I mean Rossi."

"What was that about ex," Morgan asked.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Hotch lied with a straight-face.

"Can we go up there, kill them both, and then celebrate with some waffles and maple syrup," JJ asked.

"No, nice try, though."

"Nice try, though," JJ mimicked under her breath.

"Hm?"

"Nothing," she said with a smirk.

"Anyway, let's focus, we have a lot to get done." And with that, the team was on their way.

-

Sundin tossed Rossi his cell. "Some woman wants to talk to you, says her name is Erin."

"Oh, great," Rossi muttered under his breath. "Hello... Yes... You are coming to bail me out... Oh, thank god... I remember why I married you now!"

-

The Strauss arrived at the jail, and hassled Sundin until he decided that holding Rossi was no longer worth it, so he released him. Rossi accompanied The Strauss into her beat-up Pinto, and she turned the keys five times before the piece of junk actually started. They drove quietly toward the border for a while, until Rossi made a deadly mistake.

As Rossi's hand reached for the dial of the radio, The Strauss snapped, "Don't touch that!"

"I was just going to put on a..."

"Are you back talking the woman that bailed you out?"

"No, ma'am... I just..."

"Just shut up! I'm already mad as hell that I had to waste my time bailing out my ex, now I have to listen to you gripe and complain like always."

"Now I remember why we got a divorce," Rossi muttered.

The Strauss slammed on the brakes. "Get out of the car!"

"What?!?!?"

"You heard me! You can walk all the way to Boston to join the team!"

"Hell no! Are you insane?!?!?"

"Police! Police!"

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'!"

Rossi climbed out of the Pinto, slammed the door shut, and started the long walk to the nearest rental car place. "My legs are probably faster than that stupid little car of hers, anyways," he mumbled to himself.