AN: NEW STORY! This is the sequel to the Sour Cherry Candies. If you haven't read that story yet, I suggest to read that first. Please enjoy chapter 1, and reviews are appreciated.

During break - with coffee and tea in their hands - Lucy, Sue and Tara were discussing world renowned geographical locations to host Sue and Jack's wedding. A year ago, Jack finally proposed to Sue, but it was only until now that they were sitting down and planning the wedding itself. They wanted a small wedding - with immediate family and friends only - so they decided to make it a destination wedding; that way they could kill three birds with one stone. They would have the ceremony, reception and the honeymoon in the same geographical location, plus their guests could have some fun on their own as well. They wanted to hold the event next year, but hadn't decided where they wanted to go yet. Jack wanted to go somewhere tropical, while Sue wanted to go somewhere unconventional. Lucy suggested places like the Dominican Republic, whilst Tara suggested countries like India and Norway.

Sue asked the crew, "What about Mexico?"

Lucy answered, "Yeah, the beaches are nice."

Myles then walked towards the group of ladies. He said as he rushed past them while looking at the paperwork in his hands, "Mexico is an abomination when it comes to destination weddings. If you go there, you'll just be living at the resort. Unless you want to take your chances on the local streets and get killed by the cartel."

Lucy exclaimed, "Myles!"

Myles said, "What? I'm providing you with facts. I've been to Mexico several times for both work and vacation. I know how dangerous it can be for tourists. Cuba is much safer, albeit it still has its issues."

Lucy said, "Nobody asked you for your opinion, Myles."

Myles scoffed and placed a hand on his chest. "Now, now - that's not a very charming statement, is it Luce? That was uncalled for."

Sue asked, "Well, if you're so knowledgeable in destination weddings, then where do you think Jack and I should get married? Remember, not all of us have your money."

Myles threw the paperwork on his desk. He then shoved his hands into his pockets and responded, "It depends on your preference. If you prefer tropical places, then I suggest the Cayman Islands; it's small, but beautiful and lavish. If you want something different and seasonal, then I recommend Japan; the sakura trees there are great for photography. If you'd prefer somewhere north of the border in Canada that's on the edge of the sea and has fish to die for, then Nova Scotia is the place for you. But, if you'd rather stay in America, then make it easy for yourself and get married in Las Vegas."

Intrigued, Tara commented, "Look at you, Myles. Who knew that you were such a sophisticated wedding connoisseur?"

Myles smirked, "It is true that I am knowledgeable in the field of advising holy matrimony. I have attended dozens of destination weddings over the last twenty years, so I know what I'm talking about."

Smiling, Sue questioned, "If you were to get married tomorrow, where would you go?"

With a straight face, Myles answered, "Antarctica."

Lucy raised a brow. "Antarctica? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes, that's right. You see, I want a big wedding, and I need all of the land mass I can get. I want the location to be unique, a place I've never been to before, and having it in that location is also a great way to determine who my true family and friends are. If they are willing to support me by going into -40 weather, then I know they have my back through thick and thin."

Lucy was taken aback. "That doesn't make sense. There's a lot of people who wouldn't want to go to that isolated, desolate and cold environment, so…why would you need all of the real estate?"

He shrugged. "The penguins will obviously be invited. Do you know how many species of penguin there are in the south pole?"

There was a giant pause, then Sue giggled, "You're making a joke, right?"

Myles responded sarcastically, "Fantastic deducing, Thomas. You are a fine agent." He then sat in his chair, and opened his computer. "Cayman islands," was the last thing he said before leaving the conversation.

Lucy turned back to the other women and asked, "So what color theme are you thinking?"

Sue replied in an excited tone, "Well, I was thinking a salmon color, but then we'd all look like we're naked, so I thought burgundy…" The woman was then interrupted by a vibration in her pocket. She opened her phone and looked at the screen. It was from Amanda. Wow…she hadn't heard or seen the girl in a long time; mind you, she would no longer be a girl. She was twelve when Sue first met her, so she'd be eighteen now!

The text message read, "Can I talk to you?"

Sue answered, "Hey Amanda. Long time no see. Sure, I can meet you for coffee."

"No, I should come to the office now."

Sue hesitated, but then she replied, "Okay, what time will you be here?"

"Right away," was the response.

Later that day, Amanda was sitting in a chair beside Sue; she was all grown up. She was tall like her father, very beautiful, and she remained just as expressive with her hand signs and facial expressions as Sue last remembered. Togo was also at her side being a good hearing dog.

The two women interacted with ASL. Jack watched them intently from afar, but after a little while, he couldn't keep up with their conversation, so he went back to his reports. Sue started:

"Are you alright? In your text message, you sounded like you were in a panic."

"I'm not necessarily in a panic, but I'm concerned, and thought that the FBI could help me."

Sue raised a brow. She questioned, "What kind of help?"

"I have a friend from my dodgeball club. She's in high school, she's fourteen, and she's also deaf. During half time, she and I were chatting about life. I don't know her as well as some other people on the team, so I started to be more personable and asked her about her family. She said good stuff about them and how they treat her well, but then she mentioned that there might be some shady things going on behind closed doors. She believes that her family is involved in cyber crime."

"Cyber crime? Okay…do you know what kind of cyber crime? We need to know, because it might not be FBI jurisdiction."

Amanda answered, "She thinks it's identity theft. She found it suspicious how her parents had low paying jobs, but managed to make upper middle class income, so she did a little bit of digging. She then found shady programs and emails on her parent's computer, along with lists of possible clientele a.k.a victims. I told her I knew some folk at the FBI, so I thought I'd press my luck and see if you guys could help her…at least one of you?"

Sue responded, "Phishing scams…and she believes it's her parents?"

"Yes. Everything was on their computer, so it's only logical. She loves her parents, but has morals."

"Can you ask her to come to the office?" Sue looked at her day planner. "Tomorrow morning at 10:00am? I have a computer specialist here who can interview her and give her the answers she needs."

Amanda agreed, "Okay, I can do that."

"What's her name?"

"Diana Ray. She and her family live on the outskirts of town. I'll do my best to get her here to the office on time."

Meanwhile, Bobby was busy at the filing cabinet behind Myles, sorting through the many folders inside. The cabinet was a tad unorganized due to everyone's fingers being in there lately. Normally, Myles would take some time in the afternoon to organize, but he hadn't been himself lately, and didn't bother.

Personality wise, Myles was still himself. He remained sarcastic, thought highly of himself, and liked to butt into conversations that didn't need his expertise; however, it was obvious that he was losing focus and was becoming forgetful. He forgot things that he normally wouldn't; such as, report due dates, family and friend's phone numbers and addresses, and computer and voice mail passwords. He needed a sticky note for almost everything to remind him of the simple stuff and how to complete specific tasks. It was so unlike Myles that it was concerning.

Noticing that the increasing population of Myles' stickies were starting to creep onto his side of the desk, Bobby said to the man, "Are you alright, mate? Those Post-it notes are multiplying faster than a herd of rabbits. Why don't you write everything down in a notebook, or maybe a calendar? It'll open some real estate for everyone."

Myles replied, "I have a system, and I find that Post-it notes work the best for me. Besides, they're only temporary. I'm just a little tired this week. I shouldn't be so inattentive by Monday."

Bobby said, "So you admit to being forgetful, and unorganized?"

Myles stopped typing on his computer. He folded his hands on his desk, and grumbled, "I did not say unorganized. These are all simple reminders in case a memory slip occurs; it's just precaution. I'm taking new medication, so it'll just take a couple of days for my body to adjust to it since one of the side effects is drowsiness."

Bobby slowly closed the filing cabinet. Soon after Myles notified Jack of his condition, he told the rest of the team about his PTSD a few months later after an unexpected flashback occurred during a raid. He didn't tell anyone about the flashback except his psychiatrist, but he had to tell the team about what was wrong with him as he realized that his teammate's' lives were in his hands. He couldn't afford to make a mistake or become a liability. The team was supportive, but he noticed at first that they were walking on eggshells around him. It was as if they thought he was fragile and weak; however, Jack and Sue smartened everyone up, and they all went back to playing pranks and teasing the cantankerous man.

Bobby asked his friend again, "Are you sure you're okay, Myles? I'm just being a concerned co-worker and friend."

Myles said with a hint of aggression, "I said I'm fine. It's just the new medication. Thank you." Myles then waved the taller man away, and Bobby left his co-worker alone. In truth, Myles lied to Bobby. He was lying to everyone right now. His PTSD was worsening again, because he stopped taking his medication last month. Why? Because it was making him sick, drowsy, and dizzy at work, and on top of that, it was no longer suppressing his anxiety. Why would he want to continue going through that torture if it was giving him problems? He noticed too that even his behavioral treatment plan was starting to fail.

Unfortunately, Myles not following through with the doctor's medical orders was backfiring. His co-workers were noticing him emit strange behavior again, and he couldn't have suspicions arise and have questions asked. The last thing he wanted was to be put on long-term disability, and be stuck at a desk for the remainder of his days. Maybe he should talk to his psychiatrist about different medications and behavioral treatment plans when he'd see him tomorrow. He paid top dollar for this doctor; there had to be some sort of miracle drug and plan for him.

Chapter 2 is next…