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Myles was on the couch in his living room, watching the breakfast news. He wasn't really watching though, whatever the anchors were saying was flying over his head; instead, the incident of him shooting and killing a young girl kept playing in his mind on repeat. The screams from her brother were in his head too, and was canceling the noise that the television was making. He couldn't handle this much longer. He wasn't getting better, he was depressed, anxious, having memory problems and was probably going to lose his job once he was relieved from this 'vacation.' Maybe he should just give up and end it all. What would he do with his life anyway? All he knew was the FBI, and he had so many memories and wonderful friends there. He didn't want to lose it all.

Myles then snapped out of his musing. Did he just contemplate suicide? He couldn't do that. Despite being lonely sometimes, he knew there were people who deeply cared about him; he couldn't put them through that kind of torture. Myles looked outside. It was garbage day today, and he observed all of his neighbors putting out their brown garbage bins on their sidewalks for the garbage truck to pick up. Normally, he would have done it by now, but…he just didn't have any energy; depression, anxiety and flashbacks were draining every ounce he had. He had to force himself to get out of bed and wash up early today, and he didn't bother maintaining his garden. Maybe he'll just ignore his living fall flowers and let them die for the winter.

Myles sighed. What was he going to do for his forced vacation? It was meant for him to get better in a stress-free environment, but he was probably going to be let go anyway, so what was the point of getting better? Maybe he should go visit his mom and dad. They were getting up there in age, and who knows how much time they had left in this world. Or he could reconnect with his brothers and his young nieces and nephews. He wasn't always there for the little ones like he should be, so maybe he could start being a better uncle. Then, he had second thoughts about that. Would he want to allow his family to see him unwell? Out of his family, only Anne knew about his condition. Maybe he should just call Anne, tell her what happened, and ask for her opinion, but he didn't want to ruin her vacation in Europe. If he said anything, she would be on the first plane home.

Myles needed a coffee. He decided to walk to the nearest coffee shop, which was approximately three blocks away, because according to his psychiatrist, exercise would be good for him and his brain. Unfortunately, he had to view Webber when he left the house, but ignored him as best he could. He was too tired to yell at the man, and Webber noticed how exhausted and defeated his cantankerous neighbor looked.

The coffee shop was extremely crowded. For a minute, he forgot that people were on their way to work, so no wonder he hit a crowd. Oh well…he didn't know what he wanted anyway and he had nowhere important to be. His cellphone that was in his pocket buzzed. He pulled it out and saw that it was Sue who had contacted him:

Sue: Hey, how're you doing? Do you need anything? I can bring you some lunch later.

Myles grumbled. Why did that woman have to be so nice? Especially to him. He killed a person that she built a bond with. Why would she want to talk to him? It was tempting to ignore her, but he decided to answer instead:

Myles: I'm fine.

Sue: No, you're not.

Just before he was going to give his teammate a sarcastic response, a cheerful voice in front of him said, "Oh, I know you!"

He didn't realize the woman was talking to him until she stated, "You're one of those FBI agents I served oh so long ago. I can't believe it!"

Myles finally looked up after hearing that statement, and immediately recognized the lady in front of him. He thought she was a pretty woman. She was shorter, bore frizzy brown hair that was in a high ponytail, had makeup caked on her eyes, she wore pearl earrings (probably fake), and talked in a thick Virginia accent. Last time he saw her, she spoke in an awkward, yet eccentric manner, she was wearing a waitressing uniform, and gave them a hint about Horace 'the guy who bought the new RV.' "Oh…wait…I know you. You're Wanda, right? From Brandy Station? Wow, has it been over five years already?"

They shook hands. Wanda replied, "Yes, but who's counting? I'm Wanda."

Myles sent her an awkward and satirical half smile. "I just said that."

"I know," she cleared her throat, "I just had a premonition last night that I'd bump into one of you agents today. I don't visit Washington often, so I knew that it was bound to happen eventually, and now the day has finally arrived."

Myles gave a sarcastic chuckle. "Usually a premonition is an unpleasant thing."

Wanda shrugged, "Okay, Mr. Grumpy. If you want to be grammatically correct, I'll say that I had a vision…a good one."

Myles looked up and saw that the coffee line wasn't moving very fast, so he didn't mind the chit chat. "You don't come here often? So…what are you doing here in D.C.?"

"Can't a woman enjoy a cup of coffee? I hear that this place is the best in town."

"Hardly…but you just said you don't come to this city often, so is it a special occasion? Visiting family?"

"Just grabbing some supplies."

Myles nodded. "So, are you still living in that small town?"

Wanda replied, "Yes, I am. Do you want to hear how everyone in town is doing?"

"No thanks, but I'm interested in how you are faring these days?"

"Great," said Wanda, "Yes, I am still living in Brandy Station; however, there haven't been any plane crashes lately. I'm still waitressing, and I'm married now." She flashed her wedding ring.

Myles smiled. "Good for you, Wanda. But I can't help, but wonder how the surf and turf blue plate special is holding up at your work? Do you still recommend the meatloaf and fish sticks? Or is it off the menu?"

Wanda smiled back. She said, "I know you and your friends are very sophisticated people. If you give me a heads up that you're coming over, I'll make sure we actually cook you a real steak and lobster. Anyway, I'm here with my husband. He's in the car. We are picking up supplies for our annual fishing and camping trip. Actually…it's our third trip this year."

Myles' ears perked. Intrigued, he crossed his arms, and asked, "Where do you guys fish? Is it somewhere close? The great lakes, perhaps?"

Wanda answered, "We fish at Lake Moomaw. We have a cottage there. Normally, we go in the summertime and stay there for a month, but we also go for two weeks in the fall, because the fish are fat, meaning that it's a good time for eating."

"Really? I've never heard of this place."

"It's very cool. There's so much to do there. Trails, camping, fishing, there's a hot spring pool not too far from the lake, and there's a nice little town to do things in. Just like the surf and turf, I highly recommend it."

"Sounds very nice."

The line finally moved, but they continued chatting. Wanda asked, "So how about you? Are you still working with the FBI?"

Myles answered, "Well, yes I am. I celebrated my 16th anniversary as a special agent four months ago; however, some obstacles occurred, so right now, I'm on vacation for two weeks."

"In the fall? You look more like a guy who would take a vacation in the winter."

"That is true. I know the fall is a bit…unconventional, but it was for the greater good of…myself I guess.

"Do you plan on going anywhere?"

"No, the vacation was forced," Myles replied, "So I don't know what to do with my time. I guess just stay at home and…garden?"

With a proud smile on Wanda's face, she asked, "Well, if you're not busy, why don't you join my husband and I at the lake. There's plenty of room, and plenty of food."

"That's very nice of you, Wanda, but I don't want to intrude."

"Nonsense," she said, lightly slapping Myles on the arm, "Gregory and I would love to have another fishing buddy. It'll be fun!"

Myles hesitantly chuckled. He didn't know if a guy like him would be able to handle a personality like Wanda. She was like Tara, except dumber, weirder, and too happy; but…she seemed like a nice lady. He thought for a moment. He knew that if he didn't keep himself occupied with something that he'd be home alone with his intrusive thoughts, and that could be a dangerous thing. Maybe it was wise to get out of his comfort zone and do something different that would calm him. Maybe getting away from his family and friends and spending time with other people would do him some good and help him get well.

"That would be fun, but I don't have any fishing equipment. I'm more of the skiing and sailing type."

"No problem. You can use my rod. We will pick you up at 2:00pm today. I know it's short notice, but we've got to get going before it gets dark. Gregory doesn't like driving at night. Oh - and there's one rule that you have to follow on this trip."

"...what is it?"

"No cellphones. Leave them at home."

"Oh," Myles thought, "That could pose a problem." What if someone needed to get a hold of him? What if there was an emergency? Then, he wondered how on earth he was able to function without a cellphone twenty years ago. Maybe that's what he needed. He needed to get away from this life, take a break and get better, even if that meant disappearing. What did it matter anyway? It was only two weeks. What would he miss? He made his decision:

"Great, I can do that. I can function without my cellphone for a couple of weeks," Myles replied. This was either going to be fun, annoying as hell, or this spontaneous trip was going to backfire on him and he'd be in a load of trouble. It was a gamble he was willing to take. "I'll give you my address."

1:55pm…

Before leaving, he only told Anne where he was going. He didn't want to call her while she was on the beach, but he needed to let somebody know where he was in case something happened.

While packing, he made sure to bring clothing appropriate for fishing and camping; the last thing he wanted was for his good clothes to smell like smoke and trout. He also packed his medication, because he had to be fair to the hosts. When he was finished, he made sure that he kept the television and some lights on. He wanted to make it look like he was home, so he wouldn't get robbed. Screw the electricity bill! In addition, since Wanda and her husband were picking him up, he left his car keys, but took his only home key. He then reluctantly left his cellphone on the charging station in his kitchen. Not long after, there was a car honk outside. He took a peek through his living room window, and saw Wanda leaving the passenger's side of the car, and waving at him. He took a deep breath, and without further ado, left the house to go on adventure, and find some peace.

Chapter 8 is next...

AN: Myles is going on an adventure! So what's the rest of the team doing while he's away? Stay tuned!