It was Monday morning, and Bobby couldn't understand what woke him up that early. It wasn't not like he was looking forward to go to work, they could hardly accomplish anything from their desk. They were way more productive in this little room. He heard persistent knocking on the door and realized it must have been what brought him out of his slumber.
He opened the door, ready for anything. Bobby couldn't tell what shocked D the most. The fact that Bobby was pointing a gun at him, or wearing only his boxer.
"Come in," Bobby said, inviting him in.
"Bobby, tell me you're not breaking the non-dating rule." His gaze travelled from Bobby to Tara who just came in, wearing a very short Minnie-the-mouse silk kimono.
The smile they exchanged unsettled D even more. He didn't need any more complications, and their words of reassurance didn't sound that reassuring.
"No, we are definitely not dating," said Bobby.
"Though we went out on Friday night, but technically it was work related so it doesn't really count, does it?" Tara pointed out.
"No, Luv, it doesn't." Bobby wrapped an arm around her waist. "We never dated, so...nothing to worry, D."
"Okay, you two, I will bite. What is going on? And does it have anything to do with the fact that Jack and Sue are missing and a car has been following me all weekend?" He suspiciously looked around.
"It's safe to talk," Bobby told him. "The question is...How much do you want to be able to deny, D? How much lies are you willing to give the assistant director?"
D stared at him in total shock.
"Bobby, I cannot lie to the assistant director," he uttered, unable to belief that Bobby could ask him that question. "Unless you want me suspended."
"It is exactly what I am trying to avoid," said Bobby honestly. "We don't want to compromise your position."
"We need you," continued Tara. "To get us information."
"And to trust us with it," added Bobby.
"Bobby, I trust all of you with my life." D sighed, deciding that he wanted to sit down after all. Bobby and Tara did the same, and no matter how adamant they were that they were not dating, D couldn't help but notice how comfortable they were with each other. They were making a nice couple. "Okay, I am listening."
"We need to know which witness perjured himself," said Tara.
"Fair. I can dig that out. In my opinion you are entitled to that detail. For your information, the assistant director himself sent the case back to you and Jack, requesting your cooperation. Should that concern me?" D asked.
"Not overly at this point," said Bobby cautiously, it wasn't enough to prove the assistant director was involved.
"Are Jack and Sue in trouble?" D probed further.
Bobby pondered the answer. "Well, we cannot locate them and they showed up in Miami, what does that tell you?"
"That you are avoiding my question, Bobby," D answered.
Bobby smiled. "Don't force me to lie to you, D, because I will if I am forced to."
"Right now, I would very much like to think you are acting in the best interest of the bureau, Bobby."
"You shouldn't have any doubt about that one, D," said Tara, softly. "And we are excluding you for your own protection."
D was suddenly very worried for the welfare of his team. It seemed to be bigger and run deeper than any scenario he imagined. What did they get themselves into? Were Jack and Sue safe? "Should I assume that discussing anything of that nature in the bullpen is a bad idea?"
