At his desk, Bobby was eating Myles' mini chocolate caramel bundt cake for breakfast. He was originally going to eat an ice cream sandwich (as usual), but Myles offered his bundt cake instead to spare the microwave of lactose soup. He also gave it up to someone who would enjoy it because his stomach was killing him.

Bobby started, "Thanks for the bundt cake, Myles. I'm surprised you gave this up so easily, because these are quite rare. Did you find out your cholesterol was as high as mine?"

Myles rubbed his stomach, and gave Bobby a funny look. "I'm not hungry. I woke up today with an upset stomach, so I have no appetite…even for chocolate caramel bundt cake."

"Is it your new medication that's causing it?"

"I actually returned to my old prescription after telling my psychiatrist that these new pills were giving me problems; however, all we did was increase my dosage…and I forgot that they make me nauseous."

"Will your body get used to it?"

"I hope so."

Myles was lying again. In reality, he resumed the medication he stopped last month. He increased the dosage without his doctor's consent, but quickly realized that it was a mistake because the side effects he originally had were more intense and kicking his ass. At least it was alleviating any anxiety he had today, but he'd probably stop them again tonight. Myles then added, "I'm not eating, because if I heave, I'd rather do it on an empty stomach."

Bobby said playfully, "You can spew, but don't do it on my good shoes, alright?"

Myles glared at Bobby. "I just might…it'll be retribution for all the times you've vomited all over my pristine footwear after leaving a merry social. Just like Christmas last year? I had to wash the acid off those shoes for a month."

Myles' cell phone then vibrated on his desk. He looked at the name on the screen. It was Anne…his sister. He ignored it.

"Who is it," Bobby asked, "Your boyfriend?"

"Hey, that was just a one night stand. He's out of my life now. It's Anne. I'll talk to her later." Myles leaned back into his chair. "I'm busy working…and wallowing in my misery. I'm sure she just wants to come over for another one of her…" he sighed, "...visits."

Bobby smirked. "Are her visits really that bad? I thought you two were getting along?"

"We are…better than ever; however her concern for me is a tad overwhelming. She's softened her hard shell since we reconnected, and after dating that man who can never stop smiling. I don't like him. He comes across as phony."

"You don't like a lot of people." Bobby then paused for a moment. He set the half eaten cake aside. "Is there anything Anne should be concerned about? Or we for that matter? Sibling concern is quite different from friendship concern."

Myles folded his hands together and answered, "It's a Leland thing, koala boy; we like to overreact sometimes. Instead of worrying about me, I would worry about our four legged miscreant stealing the rest of that delectable bundt cake."

From a distance, the two men could hear Levi whine. Myles rolled his eyes as he watched the hearing dog slowly come to his side. Myles said to the dog, "Sorry boy, but I've given it to the other delinquent across from me. Go mooch off of him!" But Levi didn't budge; instead, he drew closer to Myles, and placed his head on Myles' left quad. Giving in, Myles stroked the dog's head.

"Aww," Bobby said, "Admit it, you have a soft spot for Levi."

Myles responded, "Levi is an intelligent beast, and I respect him. Ten million times better than Webber who deserves to be incinerated from the face of the earth by a solar flare." In truth, Myles knew why Levi was being needy towards him. Over the last six years, Sue had trained Levi to help him with the panic attacks that would sporadically occur at work; so, judging by how clingy Levi was at the moment, meant that Myles was anxious. He didn't like it, because Levi was Sue's service dog, but it was her idea, so he couldn't complain. While petting Levi, Myles decided to pry into Bobby's life as they hadn't had a man to man talk in quite some time. "So Bobby…did you finally man up and call Darcy?"

Bobby answered, "Yeah, I took your advice about five months ago, and called her. And she rejected me…but you were right. At least I can move on now. So, I called up Beth again, and asked her if she could give me another chance. We're going out next Thursday."

Myles nodded. "That's good. I'm very happy for you, Bobby. She's got quite a catch. Maybe she's the one, and we will be hearing wedding bells in your near future."

Bobby scoffed, "Maybe. Let's just see if I can break our dating record first."

Jack and Sue were at his computer, searching for the history of their fraud suspects. First up was George Ray. Immediately, his profile picture and information from his past and the present surfaced. He was a burly man, with a head shaped like a square, and bore a stubble beard. He had brown hair and brown eyes like his daughter.

Jack said, "Well…aside from crossing the border with illegal animal hide from Canada ten years ago, he looks relatively clean. There's no domestic abuse charges. He's probably just a stern father who hates his step son. There's no former fraud charges either. I don't know about you, but he doesn't look like the type of guy who knows how to work technology. Maybe his wife will tell us a different story."

Jack then did another search, but for Tiana Ray. Nothing popped up. He then tried Tiana McCallum, and without hesitation, her profile picture and information appeared. She looked like Nosferatu with sunken eyes and cheeks, and she too obtained brown hair (curly) and brown eyes. Unlike her husband though, she had a record.

Jack said, "Thirty years ago, she was charged with drug possession and stealing a vehicle. That's it. Like her husband, it doesn't look like she was involved in fraudulent activity anytime in her past. So going by this information, this means one of two things: they either hired somebody, or Diana is making this all up."

Sue shook her head. "She's not lying. I believe her."

"I know you do," Jack stated, "however, the evidence will do the talking. Tara's investigation will give us an indication of how this case will proceed. She works fast too; maybe she'll give us answers today if we're lucky." With a smile, he then went onto the internet, and entered a separate tab. He showed Sue pictures of a tropical destination. "How about Bermuda?"

Sue was taken by surprise at this potential location for their destination wedding. "Oh, Bermuda! Isn't that place really expensive though?"

"I don't care," Jack said, "I have the money. It's small, beautiful, and perfect for a wedding party of twenty."

Sue responded, "I'll keep that in mind, Jack. We should get back to work."

Later, Myles found himself dry heaving into a hallway trash bin; he was so nauseous and dizzy from his medication. He would eat or drink something, but he was afraid that whatever he shoved into his esophagus would immediately come back up and sear his stomach lining.

When Myles' body finally decided to stop ejecting whatever wasn't in his body, he stood up straight and growled, "Oh god, I need to go home and die in my bed." He then loosened his tie; it was getting hot in here.

"Oh there you are, Myles," said a familiar voice.

Myles rolled his eyes. It was Sue. He turned around and greeted her, "Yes, Ms. Thomas?"

Sue said, "I need you to find some information for me. You've got a keen eye for details, so I was wondering if you could gather intelligence on our teenager, Diana Ray?"

Myles raised a brow. He replied, "Sue…she's fourteen. I doubt she'll have criminal history on the federal level, or any criminal history at all."

Sue said, "Exactly. She probably won't, but maybe there's something that you can find in her current history that we can't see."

"Yeah, yeah…whatever."

Sue asked, concerned, "Myles, are you alright?"

Myles shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm taking the rest of the day off. Excuse me."

Sue blocked his path. "Is it your medication?"

Myles complained, "What's with everyone brooding over me lately? I'm fine!"

"You're not."

He raised his voice, "You guys are all treating me like I'm a time bomb that's going to blow at any moment, and wreak havoc across Washington. It's PTSD, not bipolar disorder or schizophrenia."

"It's complex PTSD. Big difference."

"Whatever! I just have flashbacks and panic attacks, but it's controlled with medication and behavioral therapy programs. People like me don't go manic, and I don't get violent, so relax."

Sue was adamant, "Myles, I've seen you at your worst. What you go through is not normal PTSD at all. When you have flashbacks and panic attacks, your memory suffers. You couldn't even remember the team's names three weeks ago. That's concerning. And then you got lost, forgot where you lived…"

Myles interrupted, "I'm queasy from the pills I'm currently taking, okay? I increased my dose, and my body is rejecting it. Is that a satisfactory answer for you? Now excuse me while I go talk to our supervisor."

He brushed past her, and Sue was left alone to watch him walk away, constantly running his own fingers through his hair. He wasn't okay; she'd have to keep a watchful eye on him.

Chapter 4 is next…