The team received a warrant, and within hours, they were on Mr. and Mrs. Ray's doorstep. Their ranch was huge, and covered with trees that currently bore no leaves due to the brisk fall weather. Rusted old trucks, cars and other farm equipment were strewn in all sorts of places. In the distance, the FBI team could see at least fifty cattle grazing on the yellow grass. There were three horses too.

The FBI's first order of business was detaining George and Tiana Ray before they searched and seized the couple's computer. Once the computer was found, and Tara could confirm that criminal activity was occurring on their PC, the team could arrest the couple, and take them back to the Bureau for questioning. It was obvious from the people they already interviewed that their other suspect, Devin, didn't have a good relationship with his mother and step father, so he probably wouldn't be with them today; however, an interview with the Ray's could solve some questions about Devin, such as where he is located and what his involvement in the scam is?

Jack, Dimitrius, Sue and Tara were at the front door, while Myles and Bobby hung around in the back in case someone tried to run. Jack knocked on the door hard. No one answered. He then knocked a few more times. Finally, the door slowly opened, and a sullen man that looked like George Ray greeted them, "Who're you? Get off my property."

All of the agents flashed their badges. "FBI. We have a warrant for the search and seizure of your personal computer…"

The man's eyes widened, but instead of allowing them in, he slammed the door shut, and ran towards the back door of the house. The FBI agents then entered the house. Dimitrius and Jack ran after George while Tara and Sue went to look for the computer. George tried escaping, but as soon as he fled through the back door, he was greeted by Myles and Bobby who quickly grabbed his arms, and forced him - stomach first - into the ground. "Where are you going, mate? You have company."

Myles commented, "Yes, where are your manners? You didn't even invite us in for tea? Where's your wife?"

With his left cheek squished to the ground, George replied, "L-let me go." Then, Jack and Dimitrius arrived. They picked the man off of the ground, and dragged him back into the house.

Tara and Sue were on the hunt for the PC. According to a separate conversation with Diana, the computer was in the basement. They entered the study room closest to the stairs, and immediately, they observed a middle aged woman typing on it.

Tara shouted with her gun drawn, "FBI! Put your hands in the air!"

The woman jumped when she noticed the ladies at the door; it was their second suspect Tiana Ray. After Tiana read the name on Sue and Tara's jackets, she immediately closed the laptop's lid. She then snatched and tightened the laptop in her grasp, and raised it in the air to gather the energy to smash it into pieces on the corner of the table. Fortunately, Sue and Tara used whatever strength they could muster to stop Tiana from destroying the evidence; eventually, they managed to pry the laptop out of her hands. The woman fled back up the stairs, but she didn't get far as she was greeted by Jack who met her halfway and whisked her away to the main floor.

Tara sat down at the desk and opened the laptop. Using her magic, Tara found everything she needed as proof of cyber crime in no time. The couple were no longer detained, they were to be arrested.

Back at the Bureau, George and Tiana were questioned in separate interrogation rooms. Tiana had just finished her interview and explained why George and her did what they did and how her son was involved in the crime. Now they were going to see if George's statement would match hers.

After some brief chit chat, Dimitrius asked George, "Mr. Ray, in the years you've been alive, you've never committed a federal crime; just provincial, but that had nothing to do with cyber crime. Why did you do this after all these years?"

George, frowning, angry, and fidgeting in his chair answered, "I did it because my ranch was suffering. I had too many debts to pay, cattle to feed, and couldn't maintain equipment. If I didn't do something, the ranch would've been in financial ruin and I would've filed for bankruptcy."

Dimitrius asked again, "But there are better ways to pay off those debts rather than stealing innocent people's credit card information. Tell me, are you and your wife computer savvy?"

George ran a hand across his face. He said, "We know how to work them, but we are not computer scientists or wizards. I can barely type with one hand let alone two; same with my wife."

"So you didn't develop any programs or banking systems on that computer?"

"No, we didn't create them. We learned how to use them. BUT we did this because my wife and I had no choice! We did this to save our lives!"

"It wasn't honest," replied Dimitrius, "So, if you didn't develop the program, then who did?"

The other man was quiet. Bobby then tried, "Was it your step son Devin perhaps?"

Again, George was quiet, but after some thought, he said, "Yes, Devin was involved. He developed everything that was needed for this project. This whole thing was his idea."

Bobby raised both brows. "Really? Tell me, why would he want to help you? We heard from several sources that you two hate each other."

George answered, "Because he came to us three months ago, and told us that he was losing his ranch too, and instead of sulking and letting us both go bankrupt, he came up with an idea that would get us back onto our feet. Devin, being a computer genius, then offered his services, and we started phishing people. And it was working…until you guys found us out. On our computers, Devin would develop and download scamming programs, and then he taught us how to use them, and now…the rest is history."

Bobby and Dimitrius looked at each other; this was new information. Devin wasn't just an accomplice; he was the mastermind behind the scam. They needed to find and arrest this guy quickly. "Do you know where we can find Devin? He's been avoiding his work lately."

George shrugged, "I presume his ranch. I can give you the address, but I warn you, he's feisty. He won't go down without a fight."

Back in the bullpen, Tara said, "Okay - so now that we know that Devin is the true mastermind behind this phishing scam, we will get a warrant for the seizure of his computer, and his arrest. Hopefully, we will receive the warrant early tomorrow morning, and catch this guy before he figures out that something is wrong."

Bobby commented, "Like if he goes to his parent's place and finds out that they're not home."

"Bingo," Tara said, "Plus, our tracks in the mud and wet leaves would give us away."

Jack asked, "What about Diana? Should we bring her back in and tell her about Devin?"

Sue answered, "Tara and I discussed this. We thought it would be best not to tell her. They are close siblings, so if we inform her that Devin is involved before his arrest, she could warn him and he could go on the run. She also could have been lying to us and known exactly what was going on from the beginning, so that would bring us to your theory, Myles, about pinning all of the blame on the parents, so Diana could be in the care of her brother without having to go through the family court system."

Myles added, "And now due to her brother's criminal activity, she will be in the care of social services and the foster care system."

This time, Jack decided to play the devil's advocate. "What if Diana doesn't know? Would it be unfair to sweep everything under the rug until the court date?"

Tara said, "I personally believe that if she truly doesn't know what's going on with her brother, that she'll continue to be in denial, and the whole thing will go in circles again; so, it doesn't pay off. Anyway, we should split for the remainder of the day. I won't expect a warrant until tomorrow, so we might as well enjoy some spare time while we have it."

When the team dispersed and went back to their desks, both Bobby and Jack approached Myles' area. Jack asked Myles, who was scrounging for something in his desk drawers, "Hey Harvard, did you want to come to the gun range with us? We're going to shoot 100 rounds. It'll be fun."

Myles stopped. He looked shocked and nervous. "Uhh…sure."

Bobby said, "There's no pressure. You don't have to come if you don't want to."

"No, no," Myles shook his head, "I'll come."

When Bobby and Jack turned their backs towards him, Myles let out a sigh. Hopefully the sound of gunfire wouldn't give him an anxiety attack.

Myles didn't have an anxiety attack at the range; at least he didn't think he did. Regardless, he was drained after 100 rounds of 9mm shells due to sheer willpower and the mental strain of forcing himself to keep his composure. He did have one flashback of when he shot and killed a man on a boat while carrying out a drug raid nine years ago, but he tried to not make it obvious that he had one; if Jack and Bobby discovered that he was struggling here, they would put him on short-term leave immediately, and he may never come back to the FBI. Bobby and Jack took their jobs as team leaders very seriously, and if there was a weak link in the chain, they wouldn't hesitate to cut it off.

When they were all finished, all three team members pressed a button in their stall to call back their targets. When the string brought back their man made of paper, they each critiqued their handiwork. Myles looked at his target, and was relatively disappointed. He was a great shooter, and yet there was no evidence that 100 shots had hit the black silhouette, or the paper in general.

They then showed each other their targets. Jack and Bobby's shooting was consistent and tight as usual, but his wasn't. He was waiting for his teammates to poke fun at him over it, but the friendly banter never came. "Well, well, Myles…John Smith is definitely dead. Great cluster in the heart area, but I can't help, but wonder what on earth happened here?" Bobby pointed somewhere on Myles' paper. Myles' eyes followed Bobby's finger, and they landed on areas where bullets had missed the person, and missed the paper. Something was amiss, because Jack and Bobby knew for a fact that Myles was one of the best shots in their unit. "You didn't hit the paper at all here. You hit the edge of the paper a few times, and you missed Mr. Smith completely in these areas. What happened, Myles?"

It sounded like Bobby was growing suspicious. Myles answered, "I…must've flinched. It's been a long time since I practiced."

Bobby and Jack looked at each other. They weren't satisfied with that answer. They watched Myles shoot when the man wasn't looking, and they noticed him jumping every now and then from the sounds of the firearms. He would also sometimes stare at nothing while shooting, and would flinch in an extremely obvious manner as soon as he pulled the trigger, causing his shot to miss the paper target entirely. Jack said, "Myles, you're one of the best marksmen in the Bureau. You never miss…at least not like this."

Myles hated the run around. He said, irritated, "Can you cut to the chase? What's your point?"

There was silence between all three of them. Then it clicked for Myles, he asked while shifting his eyes from side to side, "You didn't invite me to shoot with you guys for fun, did you? Did you…set me up?"

Jack explained, "We are worried about you, Myles. You've been sick from your new medication, you've been jumpy, not taking care of your office flowers (which is unlike you), staying away from everyone, and we can tell when you have a flashback, because you have a look of surprise on your face and it takes a minute for you to snap out of your trance. And now…" he pointed at the target. "...this is unacceptable. It's obvious that your health is declining, and you can no longer hide it. Listen…Bobby, Garrett and I had a long talk, and we are going to put you on leave for two weeks with pay…"

"Woah! I'm suspended?!"

Jack said, "You're not suspended. It's a forced paid vacation. This is for the benefit of everyone, mostly yourself. We need you to get some rest, sleep, and have your body get used to your new medication without stress. Then, you can come back to work once you're recharged."

Myles couldn't believe those two. They tricked him. How dare they!? Myles looked away, "So you want me off this case?"

"No, not yet." Bobby said, "Once this current case is over, you can go on your vacation and have a good time."

Myles knew this was going to happen one day, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Myles clenched his fists; he was starting to get upset. First it would be forced vacation, and then more vacation. Then vacation would turn into short-term and long-term disability. After long-term disability, he would most likely be dismissed from the FBI, and would have zero clue on how to continue with his life. If the latter occurred, he might as well move back in with his parents, and find some sort of administrative work in their city. He'd rather leave D.C. than waste away in another sector of the Bureau at a desk, envying and missing his FBI family.

Myles shook his head in disbelief. He said, "You guys are both assholes." After that statement, Myles turned to leave the range. Bobby and Jack exhaled. They hated this as much as Myles, but it was not only to benefit Myles, but to benefit the team. If Myles missed his shots in the field like he did today, he would accidentally kill a teammate. They couldn't afford to have inadequacy behind the scope, especially when someone's life was on the line.

Lucy and Sue were looking at bridesmaid dresses on Lucy's computer. All of the gowns were from New Line Fashion; a new bridesmaid and prom dress shop that catered to online shopping only. They were looking at all of the dresses that were burgundy in color.

Lucy displayed a picture of an elegant mermaid style gown that had sleeves made of lace. The burgundy shade was perfect. "What about this one?"

Sue said, "It looks too elegant. It's just a wedding, not a fashion show. Plus, we're going to a beach where it's hot year round; that's impractical."

"Whatever you say ma'am," said Lucy whilst smiling.

Then, the click of men's shoes could be heard storming through the hallway and into the bullpen. Lucy and Sue looked up to see Myles rushing past them and heading towards his desk with an angry expression on his face. As soon as he sat down in his chair, Sue and Lucy could feel the distress and rage emanating from his body. Sue watched carefully as Myles leaned back into his chair, and placed an elbow on his desk. With his hand where the elbow was resting, he covered his eyes and took deep breaths. It was obvious something happened. Did something terrible occur at the gun range? Normally, Sue would go to him and ask him what's the matter, but this time she thought she would leave him alone. If she asked, he would most likely yell at her, and that would get them nowhere.

Myles took some time to catch his breath, utilizing the breathing exercises his psychiatrist taught him years ago that always seemed to work. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing, telling him that he was a useless agent, untrustworthy, was incapable of protecting his team, and that he would be dismissed from the FBI altogether. Suddenly, the walls felt like they were closing in, his heart rate was getting quicker, his breathing was becoming impossible and he felt like he was dying. Myles thought to himself, "Oh no. Not here. Not in front of everyone in the bullpen." He needed to leave, but his body wouldn't let him.

Lucy asked from her desk, "Myles, are you alright?"

Sue, quickly realizing what was happening, went to Myles' desk, and grasped his hand. "Come with me, Myles. Come Levi." With great force, she led him out of his chair, and into the hallway where she would find an empty room. Lucy got up from her desk, and decided to follow them; she was always curious where those two went when they wandered off like that for the last six years.

Sue immediately closed the boardroom door once her and Myles entered. With zero hesitation, Myles sat in the nearest chair, and bent over; in addition he loosened his tie and shirt collar. Sue took one glance at him, and observed that the man before her was having the worst panic attack of his life; she hadn't seen him this disheveled and vulnerable for years. Normally, her and Myles would stop his panic attacks from becoming this bad, but she was obviously too late. Sue started:

"Myles, can you hear me?"

But he didn't answer her. He continued to maintain a bent over position, his right hand was on his chest, he was gasping for air (choking on it too), sweating at the forehead, and his eyes were squeezed shut. Sue was going to try to stop this, but she hesitated and wondered if she should call 911 instead. Then, Sue felt the vibration of a door opening and closing underneath her feet. Levi placed a paw on Sue's shoulder to get her attention. She looked over her shoulder, and saw that it was Lucy. Her friend gasped, "Oh my gosh, Myles!"

Sue said to Lucy, "He's having a panic attack…a really bad one."

Lucy asked, "Should I get help?"

"No," Sue said, "he'll be fine in a few minutes." She then turned back to Myles and grasped both of his hands. He quickly clamped onto hers as if he were holding onto dear life. Poor guy, he probably felt like he was dying. She spoke, "Myles, look at me. Please, look and focus on me, okay?"

Luckily, he heard her this time, and locked his eyes with hers. She said, "Let's do 4-7-8, okay? Just like Dr. Sanchez taught you. I'll do it with you. Breathe in deeply."

Together, both Sue and Myles inhaled a large breath for four seconds. Then, they held their breath for seven, and finally, exhaled within a span of eight. They repeated the process at least seven more times, and every time a full cycle was completed, Myles' breathing was beginning to even. "That's it," Sue encouraged, "Good job, Myles. You're doing great. Levi."

Like Sue taught him, Levi went to Myles and placed his head onto Myles' lap. The presence of the dog gave Myles more comfort as he rode through this nightmare. Once Myles' breathing was at a normal pace, Sue asked, "How're you doing now?"

Surprisingly, Myles signed, "Thank you" to Sue, and she signed back a "You're welcome." Then she grabbed his hands again, and they continued to take deep breaths together, relishing the silence in the room too. Lucy then went to Myles, and rubbed her left hand between his shoulder blades. She felt sorry for him and scared at the same time. She knew he had PTSD, but she'd never seen him go through a panic attack before.

Myles shut his eyes, and clenched his jaw. Sue could tell that the normally stoic, and unamused man was tearing down the emotional wall he had built for years. Sue started to panic herself; if Myles broke into tears, then surely she would too. Rather than saying anything, Sue waited for Myles to talk. Finally, he asked quietly and full of sadness, "Sue, why am I not getting better? What's wrong with me?"

Sue noticed tears building up in his eyes, but he was trying his hardest not to let them fall. Not in front of Lucy and Sue. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Before Myles could say anything like that to the ladies, Sue wrapped the man in an embrace that Myles liked to call Sue's marshmallow hugs. Under normal circumstances, Myles was bad with hugs and would stiffen in the person's arms, but this time, he put his arms around Sue and buried his face into her shoulder. He needed this. He murmured, "My career is over."

Sue then looked up to Lucy who looked like she was going to burst into tears herself. Sue said sternly, "If you say anything to anyone about Myles' panic attack, I'll…"

Not wanting to face the wrath of the nicest lady in the office, Lucy responded, "My lips are sealed. Let me go get some water for him."

As Sue continued to hug and comfort her co-worker and friend, she thought about Jack. Myles went with him and Bobby to the range and now Myles came back distraught. What happened? Myles just muttered that his career was over. Did Myles get suspended? Or fired? Did he have an episode at the range? She would have to confront him about this tonight.

Chapter 6 is next…