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Of course, Tara and Lucy had gone for a late lunch, leaving Bobby with nothing to look at by Tara�s empty desk or his friend and partner, Jack, who was currently in the throes of some serious separation anxiety.  It happened every time Sue was away from her desk for more than an afternoon.

Normally Bobby would apply a great deal of time and energy making his buddy all too aware of how obvious it was that he was missing the blonde analyst, but lately Bobby found that it was too hypocritical of him since he had found himself acting exactly the same way�though he was better at hiding it�whenever Tara was out of his line of sight.

Bobby sighed heavily.  They were usually the most active task force in the Hoover building, yet it seemed that terrorism was taking the week off.  Not that Bobby was against peace and quiet, but he couldn�t help the feeling that something was brewing.  The calm before the proverbial storm.

�What?� Jack asked.  He knew his friend�s moods pretty well and it was obvious that Bobby was troubled by something.

Bobby shook his head.  �It�s just� too quiet,� he said, not sure how to articulate the concern he was feeling regarding the silence on the terrorist front.

Jack nodded.  He�d been thinking the same thing but hadn�t wanted to jinx the quiet by voicing his concerns.  �I was thinking that, too.  Think we should make the rounds?� he asked.

�That�s your call, Sparky,� Bobby replied.

Jack thought about it for a moment and then picked up his phone.  �Let�s cast a wide net, just to make sure we�re not missing anything,� he said as he started going through the mental rolodex of snitches he�s met over the years.  Bobby picked up his phone as well and started making his own calls, though he kept one eye on the wood-framed glass doors that Tara and Lucy would be returning through at any moment.






After giving up on her search for the bottle of Visine she usually kept in her purse, Sue took a break and went to the washroom to splash some water on her face, hoping that would make going through the next stack of tapes a little easier.

She didn�t like the building.  Being six floors under the earth was disconcerting; an old childhood bout of claustrophobia coming back with a vengeance.  Her discomfort was only heightened by the fact that, for the moment, Levi was not by her side.  She had been in the middle of a tape when the pooch had decided that he couldn�t wait any longer so Myles had offered to take him for a �jaunt� along the Yellow Brick Road which was the main running track that ran through Quantico.
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