AN: I've been working on this story for A03 for a few days, and decided to post it here on fanfiction as well, so all completed 4 current chapters are being posted at lightning speed. Enjoy!

In the garage, Sue briefly explained her mission to Myles. She said that she was working a case involving Fentanyl, but her only involvement was gathering intelligence to find where the drugs were being manufactured and stored. Myles just gave her a deadpan stare in return. He wasn't too pleased that not only was an FBI raid not involved, but that they were now doing the police's job. Normally, the FBI wouldn't accept jobs like this, but this was for Sue to gain more experience while alone, and without being in danger of getting shot.

Now in the car, Myles asked, "So just to confirm, we are going to this…Louis Dupont guy's house for questioning? Dupont…is that French?"

Sue acknowledged both questions at once. "That's right."

Myles then squinted; he was suspicious. "Who is this Louis, anyway? Will I have to pull out my gun when we approach the driveway?"

Sue answered, "Louis is like Howie. He's an informant, and he's harmless, however…he's less…"

"Annoying?" Myles interjected.

"Yes, and less intense; Louis can be a tad irritable though. He was involved in a case of mine from three years ago, and he's been my informant ever since. Believe me, he's trustworthy. My hope is that he has an inkling of who these manufacturers and suppliers are, and where they are located in the city."

Myles scoffed, "Sue, I can't believe the FBI is giving you a job like this. Do they think so lowly of you? I mean, when I reached five years into my career, I was taking down Mob Bosses."

"I think it's because I'm deaf."

"Deaf or not, I think it's still absurd. You're practically being given a job that a mere intern could do. I'm sorry if I sound harsh, but I'm just standing up for you."

"It's a chance to work alone, Myles. The only reason you're with me is because of Jack."

Myles then thought for a moment. Of course Jack would be the one to make Sue work alone on a pitiful case such as this. Didn't he trust her? Sure, she may be handicapped, but she wasn't a cripple. He slightly rolled his eyes. Was their relationship starting to interfere with their work now? Myles said, "Fentanyl is nothing to joke about. It's popular, and more lethal than cocaine and heroin combined; a microgram can kill you. Be careful, Sue. If you get hurt, I don't want Jack to drag me into a back alley, and shoot me dead…because he would."

After a pause, Sue said, "Thanks, Myles. I promise I won't let him." She gave another heartfelt smile. Myles had a different way of showing his emotions and thoughts, and after knowing him for five years, she knew when he was being caring and sincere. "I'll be careful, Myles. I'm just gathering intelligence, nothing more. Jack doesn't even know that Fentanyl is involved. I didn't tell him, because I didn't want him being…overprotective of me."

"Well, his overprotectiveness is starting to show."

Then, they put their seatbelts on, and were ready to get to work.

Meanwhile at the Bullpen, Bobby, Tara and Jack were investigating a bomb case, or at least they thought there was a bomb; it was only a rumor, but there were at least a dozen people who bore the same one. Apparently, 'the bomb' was somewhere in Washington; they only hoped it wasn't buried somewhere on Capitol Hill. While Tara was searching through case files on her computer in the background, Bobby was busy staring at the list of bomb makers and dealers that Myles always kept updated. Currently, they had no major leads, and if they were to interview anyone, they had to choose carefully as bomb cases also came along with a countdown. They couldn't afford to work on this case for a month; they needed action now. Frustrated by the lack of direction, Bobby grabbed his water bottle, and threw it behind him.

Seeing this, Jack went to his friend, and asked, "Maybe you need to take a break, buddy."

Bobby leaned back into his chair, and played with the pen in his hand. "I don't know who to talk to, Jack. We haven't had a bomb case in a long time, so it's hard to see who is on my radar. I should call every single one of them, starting at the top."

Jack said, "Well don't do that. Some of these people are interlinked, and if we call too many people, it might create suspicion and they'll start talking to each other. Do we know what this bomb looks like?" He looked at Tara and she shook her head in return. He looked back at Bobby. "Is this supposed to be the mother of all bombs hooked up to a subway system, or is it a typical bomb hiding in a garbage can somewhere?"

Bobby sighed and scratched the side of his head. "I don't know. Why don't I call the biggest manufacturer first and see what their plans are, and if they say that I have no idea what I'm talking about, then, we start interviews with those who first spread these rumors about a bomb."

"All thirteen of them? We don't have that kind of time."

Bobby retorted, "Well, if we can figure out what the bomb looks like, maybe we will have an idea of what its potential for damage is, and we will have a better idea of the places we should look…or the people we actually need to talk to."

Tara chimed, "I say let's do detailed interviews of our rumor weeds first." She grabbed a list of those that they had briefly talked to over the phone. "Let's pick three of them each, and see if their stories all match."

Jack nodded. "Alright, let's call them, and record their conversations."

Sue, Levi and Myles were at the front door of a battered, old house that was sinking into its foundation, eagerly waiting to talk to Sue's informant called Louis Dupont. To Sue, he was a trustworthy informant that did wonders for several of her drug cases throughout the years. As much as Myles hated trusting informants, he had to admit that talking to this particular one was a good move; she keeps constant tabs on him.

Myles knocked on the door again, albeit more forceful. "Thomas, he better be home."

"Be patient. He might have air conditioning," Sue assured.

"I doubt it. Have you seen this house? It's falling apart. The paint is chipping, the ground is engulfing it like quicksand, dozens of shingles are missing, and just look at the windows; they are filled to the roof with junk."

Sue assured, "He's a good man, Myles."

Myles responded, "Well, you always look for the best in people. It is your asset…" he then leaned into Sue's ear,"...but it could also be your downfall."

Sue shook her head in disbelief. Her and Myles' working relationship improved significantly after his major panic attack so many years ago, but he could still be difficult. They respected each other as co-workers, but she only hoped that he could see them as friends just as she did. Right now, she told herself that he was just cranky due to the hot weather. "If I can see the best in you, then I can see the best in anyone."

"Well…that's comforting."

Suddenly, the door swung open and a short, stocky man with pepper colored hair appeared. He was smoking a cigarette, and looked tired, as if he were up all night. He gave an odd look at Myles before focusing his attention onto Sue. He said with a French, condescending accent, "Oh, it's you."

Both Sue and Myles showed their badges. "Bonjour, Louis," said Sue with a bit of aggression. Myles raised his brows; he never heard that tone come out of her before.

"What do you want, Mademoiselle? If it's about testifying for that trash Gustav again, count me out of it." He was in the process of closing the door, but Sue was adamant:

"No, it's not about Gustav."

The man across from them bit his lip. "Sue, I am clean. I've been clean ever since I became your informant."

"I know," she said, "I believe you, but I don't believe that you've gone straight."

Louis sneered, "Oh yeah? Prove it."

"Because you leave foot trails."

"Where?"

"On your laptop. You aren't a careful person when it comes to the online world, are you? You leave endless trails of digital footprints, which leads me to lengthy and sketchy conversations that you've had over the last three months about dealing and transporting illegal tobacco across the country. Now, tell me if I'm wrong?"

Behind Sue, Myles was taken aback. Why wasn't she more like this in interrogations?

Louis took a long look at Sue before opening the door even wider and inviting them into his home. "Come inside, quickly."

Buried underneath piles of paper boxes, Jack, and Bobby were in the basement storage room, studying bomb schematics. After calling and recording those that reported the rumor of a bomb in the city, it seemed that everyone could agree that the bomb was smaller, colorful, could be easily hidden, and is powerful enough to take down a generously sized building. Now, they just needed to find out the type of bomb, its brand and who to pay a visit to since they didn't have the potential bomb's location.

Jack shook his head. "Bobby, what if there is no bomb? What if this is just a hoax?"

Bobby answered, "That would be fantastic, Jack; however, I believe there is. We've had several reports of a potential bomb threat by dozens of people of various social status and backgrounds. How can there not be one?"

Jack looked back at the schematics before him. They weren't anywhere near looking like the bomb that was described by Bobby and the public. Before thinking about giving up in this heat, Tara stormed into the room with a roll of paper in hand. She turned to Bobby, "Hey, this could potentially be the bomb too. It's small, but big enough to tear down the first five floors of a skyscraper."

Bobby grasped the paper from her. They were also schematics, but it looked closer to what the rumors described. Now, Bobby had three potential schematics; which was enough to look up the maker and render a confrontation. "Good work, Tara. This'll definitely be of use." He then rose from his chair, and gathered his work to take back upstairs. "Now, I'm going to take these to the computer, look up the manufacturers, and make a phone call or two."

Tara said, "I can help you."

Jack then chimed, "Okay, that's good. How about I contact some of our other FBI agents in the building, and ask them if they've heard any rumors going around? Maybe I can start pinpointing a location."

"Fantastic mate," Bobby said with a cheeky smile. He then high fived Tara as they left the room.

The inside of Louis' house was just as bad as the outside. While seated on the dusty, tattered flower patterned couch, Sue and Myles began their questioning. Sue started, "Are you straight?"

Louis, clearly nervous and uncomfortable, replied, "Believe me Sue, I am on the straight and narrow. I know through my search history that it doesn't look like it, but…there are…other things."

Sue said a tad aggressively, "Like what?"

"You know, you've always been my least favorite FBI agent!"

Myles almost choked at that statement. How could anyone hate that woman?

But Sue kept prodding, "What's going on Louis?"

Louis turned his head towards an open window that was bringing in fresh air. For a brief moment, both agents thought he might run, but Louis stayed put, and said to Sue, "I can't say, Sue…it might interfere with my current work. I hope you can understand that."

Then, a realization hit Sue in the face. "Louis, are you undercover?"

Louis licked his lips before responding, "Yes, I am. I was hired by the Washington police to gather intelligence for a drug raid; but, since the FBI is here, I must be doing a terrible job."

Myles commented, "Look on the bright side Mr. Dupont, the Washington police are so bad at their jobs that they had to call us to gather intelligence for their own case. We are here about finding a location for a Fentanyl transaction. To be honest, I would rather raid these guys myself, but we currently have no jurisdiction for a full handover."

Sue then asked, "Louis, why are you undercover? What's your mission?"

The man in front of them adjusted his position on his side of the couch. "Illegal tobacco…but you already knew that when you stepped on my front porch."

"Do you have any reason to suspect that they could also be smuggling Fentanyl through the tobacco cases?"

"I'm not sure," Louis said, "Everything comes on a pallet. I can try to find out for you. Geez, Fentanyl. It's quite popular amongst the younger generation now."

Sue acknowledged his words. She continued her interview, "Out of the top of your head, do you know if there is anyone here in the city, or the state, that is known as a mass producer of Fentanyl? Have you heard of anything?"

"No, but I know there's a drug lab downtown in the health sciences building."

Perplexed, Myles said, "There's tons of drug labs there."

"Ah, but those are the legal ones. There is another one deep down in the basement. Some say corrupt scientists opened that lab in the 80's and the following generations have kept it afloat. I've been inside of it. It's not a clean place, but regardless, they produce cocaine, heroin and ecstasy in there. AND due to Fentanyl's rising in popularity, I'm positive that you will find some in there as well."

"Do they produce those drugs for the city alone, or for the state?"

Louis shrugged, "I'd bet for the entire country."

Myles and Sue looked at each other. After finishing the interview and walking back to the car, Myles said, "Okay - so now that we know those drugs he listed are being transported throughout the State - and possibly the entire country - this is now a federal matter. I will call the Bureau right now to gain access to the case, and take over the investigation, so we can examine that lab."

"Okay, I'll get our jackets, and personal protective equipment out of the trunk," replied Sue.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Louis was watching the two FBI agents leave the driveway between the gaps in the shutters. Putting the last of his cigarette away, he took out a cellphone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me. The FBI are on their way to the lab. They caught on to me, and I didn't even do anything. You better take what you can and get out of there right now."

Chapter 3 is next...