The next morning, in the grass near the village, Myles was readying for yoga class. There were at least twenty people there; most in the sixty years of age range. After borrowing a mat from Lydia, the instructor, Myles decided to set up his station in the back next to some older ladies, and asked them some questions of what to expect, so he didn't look like a complete fool in front of everyone.

Yoga was hard for him at first. He didn't enjoy sitting still, it was hard to focus, he wasn't very flexible, and he thought he pulled a few muscles while doing some of the poses. Luckily, he discovered some new breathing exercises he could use for future panic attacks.

While in the cobbler pose, and forced to focus on being one with nature, he thought he heard the sound of a rifle, and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gave a sour look, and grunted; he was reliving getting shot six years ago and living. He opened his eyes, and noticed that several eyes were on him, including the instructors. He must've made a loud noise if everyone was giving him a concerned or confused glare. "Sorry," he said, even though he wasn't quite aware of what happened. After that, his first yoga class went relatively well, but he still didn't quite get its concept. Sure, yoga was relaxing, but there were so many distractions around him that it was impossible for him to be 'zen.'

Once the class was over, Lydia went over to him to retrieve her mat, and gain some feedback. She asked, "How did you enjoy it, Myles?"

Myles decided to be honest. "It was relaxing, but I was very distracted, and as the class went on, I almost found it comedic. Some of the things you said were quite…ridiculous to me, but maybe that's because I don't understand. I will admit it was hard to be one with my inner self and nature as you like to say. I'm sorry but yoga might not be for me."

Lydia explained, "I agree, it's not easy, but it's hardly comedic. A lot of people find it challenging to leave their business behind and meditate, especially if you're from the city. Also, cars and trucks are driving by, and the birds are constantly chirping. It's usually easier if you're in a studio, or isolated somewhere by the lake. I'm sorry it wasn't to your liking in a group setting, but how would you like to humor me and come again?"

Myles shrugged. "I don't know. Again, I don't think it's for me…and I think I might have embarrassed myself."

Lydia acknowledged the elephant in the park, "Yeah, you kind of yelled some gibberish and grunted loudly, but it happens sometimes. I have some clients who have mental illness, and they did the same when they first started; but they found a way to restrain themselves, and have been yoga gurus, and even teach their own classes for years."

Myles blinked a few times. Glad to know he wasn't the only one turning to yoga for possible help. "Did…yoga actually help them?"

"Of course, but I always encouraged them to take private lessons before they engage with the group. That way they can focus on themselves without feeling overwhelmed, understand what meditation is and how it works, and you also improve your balance, flexibility and strength." There was a brief pause, then a realization hit her. "Do you have a mental illness?"

Myles looked away. He really didn't want to reveal anything in front of a stranger, but she obviously had an idea due to experience. "Yes, I have complex PTSD. Like I said, I'm only here temporarily, but I'm trying to find relaxing activities that can help me come to terms with…my issues."

"Tell you what," Lydia said, "Come to my private studio tomorrow afternoon, and I'll give you a free one hour private lesson. We can go through yoga, and how to properly exercise, breathe and meditate, and go through some of the basics together. That way you can see if yoga is truly right for you, and then you can join our group classes again, and get more out of it."

"...what time?"

"Two o'clock?"

"Fine," he said, a little snippy now, "I'll be there."

Washington…

Bobby, Elke, and a few of the FBI agents that they were aiding were at the ice cream shop with a search and seizure warrant for the entire store. Luckily, the ice cream buckets were still there in the back, and they didn't hesitate to open every single one of them. At first, when they opened the buckets, there was nothing but ice cream inside, but upon close inspection, and with the use of a spoon, they were able to uncover bags of cocaine within the ice cream itself.

Bobby said, "Oi, here we go. Gee…what a waste of perfectly good ice cream."

They continued to search, and Elke and the other agents found even more cocaine within the ice cream buckets. These people weren't very smart. They had overnight to remove the ice cream buckets from the store, but Bobby and Elke's plan of pretending that nothing was wrong the day of the interview obviously worked. After that, they made their arrests and took the convicts back to the bureau to be interrogated by the unit they were assisting. Their mission was now complete, and they could go back to their desks and return to paperwork.

Back at the office, the team was congratulating Bobby and Elke with a job well done. It was a simple mission, but it went smoothly. Once the accolades were over, Bobby and Elke continued their conversation about muffins at their desks. Sue smiled from a distance. It was good to see them getting along, and that Bobby was accepting the woman as a part of the team; he just needed a good slap to the side of his head.

Levi placed his paw on Sue's hip. She looked at Levi before seeing Tara waving at her. Sue went to Tara's desk. Tara said, "Check this out, Sue. This is the perfect bridesmaid's dress for Lucy and Amanda."

Sue took a closer look and saw that the length of the dress was just above the knees, almost tightly fitted, acquired spaghetti straps, and was the perfect burgundy color. "Is this online only, or is it in a store?"

Tara answered, "This is from Grace Loves Lace who sell women's wedding attire here in the city. They come out with a lot of neutral colors for bridesmaids, the dresses are almost all of the same style, but they are perfect for hot destination weddings. Also, they sell a lot of bridal dresses, so you might find the dress of your dreams there." Before Sue could say anything, Tara said, "I already booked an appointment for Monday."

Sue smiled. "That's why I made you my wedding planner."

Tara nodded. "Oh yes, and I take my job seriously. Before you know it, I'll be looking at flowers for your bouquet."

Sue said, "Actually, I was thinking that Myles could put together my bouquet."

Tara stopped. She gave Sue an odd look. "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean? He's my friend. I want to involve him in my wedding somehow. I know you want to plan the wedding, and you two aren't super close…"

Tara said, "No-no…I'm sorry…that's not what I meant. You want to be married next year. Do you think he'll get better by then? Or if the flowers will be ready if he starts late? Will the flowers be able to go over the border? Or will the venue you set up at Bermuda already provide you with one? We don't want to go through last minute stress, or let Myles go through all that work for nothing."

Sue suddenly felt defeated. Sue and Jack wanted to keep their wedding simple, and chose certain people for certain things. Sue wanted Lucy and Amanda to be her Bridesmaids and Jack only wanted Bobby; however, Sue and Jack wanted to make sure everyone they invited were involved in some way. Tara was basically the wedding planner, Dimitrius had a say because since he was already married, he could give some pointers, and Sue wanted Myles to make her bouquet, but…Tara was right. Myles' crimson roses might not be welcome over the border, because they might be considered an invasive species…or the flowers could potentially die before the wedding. Saying nothing, Sue went back to her desk, and Tara felt bad for being realistic and squashing a part of her dream wedding.

Dimitrius then strode into the office. He shouted, "Boots and saddles, everyone. We have a bank robbery investigation. A robbery took place last night, and our mission is to find the perpetrator. Bobby and Jack, you'll be interviewing the CEO, Tara and I will interview security at two different banks, and Sue and Elke, you'll interview a certain sandwich shop owner."

Sue chuckled slightly, "So you get security and I get a sandwich shop?"

Dimitrius replied, "It's a deli on the other side of the city, and they have been flagged by United Bank because they deposited a huge amount of money that they claimed as income. Two million dollars was stolen from one bank, and two million dollars in cash was deposited at another between the times of two to six in the morning. So you two might be interviewing our prime suspect. When you interview them though, try to make it seem like they're not under our radar and that nothing is wrong. We don't want them draining their bank accounts and running."

Elke, Sue and Levi were inside an Italian Deli store where they could purchase sandwiches and meat products to take home. There weren't any people inside except for them and a friendly employee. Quickly, the agents approached the counter and talked to the worker:

"How can I help you," asked the employee. He was tall, lanky, and he looked Italian. This must be a family owned business.

They immediately flashed their badges. Sue started, "We are the FBI. Is the owner around?"

The man replied, "My dad? Uh…yes, he is?" He was about to leave before saying, "Did he do something wrong?"

Sue replied, "We just need to ask him a couple of questions."

"O-okay…one second."

Before they knew it, the deli worker brought out a short, stocky man with a bald head, and a scruffy black beard. On top of that, he had an Italian accent, and bore an apron splattered with meat juice. "Rocco, I can't deal with these trivialities. I have a business to run! I'll give them five minutes, but that's it." The man appeared at the front of the house. Once he laid his eyes on the two young beautiful blondes, he put on a smile, and greeted, "Hello ladies, how can I help you?"

Sue cleared her throat. "We are with the FBI. I'm Sue and this is Elke. We need to ask you a few questions."

"And I'm Mr. Giordano. And yes, I can answer some questions. Right here is fine."

Sue said, "There was a bank robbery that took place last night, and two million dollars was stolen."

Elke added, "And if you haven't noticed, your store was flagged because you had a two million dollar income increase put into your business' bank account at 6:00am with cash. We were flagged by that bank."

Giordano was speechless. "What?"

Elke said, "Now, unless everyone in the city had sandwiches here for breakfast, lunch and dinner, this comes off quite suspicious."

Sue exhaled. So much for sounding like they didn't know anything.

Sue said, "We want to see your accounting books from last night."

Giordano looked at his son. He said to him, "Go get it." He then turned back to the woman. "You're lying. I didn't put any money into the bank this morning."

Elke asked, "Where were you between 2:00am and 6:00am?"

Giordano said, "I was at home with my wife…sleeping. And then I was here with my son at 4:00am preparing our food."

"Can your son vouch for that?"

"He can for this morning, but not last night because he doesn't live with me."

The son came back with the accounting books and gave it to Elke. She quickly skimmed through it and found that there wasn't two million dollars worth of income that was accumulated throughout the working day. "Well…you obviously didn't receive two million dollars worth of revenue yesterday, so where did that two million dollars come from?"

"Not from me!"

Elke whipped out her phone and took a picture of the accounting books before handing it back to the son. He looked nervous.

Sue said, "If you guys are truly unaware, there might have been someone who had access to your account and hid the money. Is there anyone you know that has access to your business' bank account, and who might want to rob a bank for any particular reason?"

Giordano thought for a moment. There wasn't anyone that came to mind immediately. Then, he commented, "Maybe my brother, but he's in jail."

"For what?"

"Theft."

Intrigued, Elke asked, "Is business going good?"

Giordano nodded. "Yes, business is booming. Listen, I have no need for two million dollars. If I wanted that much money, I would have sold this place and moved back to the homeland. Now, I've got other matters to attend to. Goodbye."

"Okay," Sue said, "Thank you for your time."

And with that, the agents left the shop. Elke stated, "Something fishy is going on. Let's talk to Dimitrius and see who he found on the security cameras that deposited two million dollars in cash this morning. If it's Mr. Giordano, we can go for the kill and arrest the man. If not, we can start interviewing the son."

Chapter 19 is next…