AN: I was writing something else when I get a great review on Of Officers and Agents about three weeks ago. For some reason it got me writing this. It's the sequel to that story and I think it's the best thing I've ever written. This story covers Rick's first week as a Fed, and as you can by word count it's a big week. As you can see by the end I'm already coming up with stuff for the next installment. Please Review, as you can see one good review is enough fuel to get the brain working. Maybe one of your review can get the next story going. TBH

Not Mine! I think that should do it.

A shot rang out in the dark as he chased the killer into the tunnel. He didn't know why he followed the predator this far into his lair but at this point the had no choice but to keep following. As he ran deeper into the underground cave system that made up the old subway tunnels of the 6 train he thought about the three women this guy killed already and the two more he still had stashed somewhere down here. Another shot rang out and this one pinged off the wall next to his head. He was getting luckier with those blind shots every time he popped one off. One of them was going to find it's mark. Having been shot before he was not looking forward to getting shot again but he needed to keep going. He needed to catch this guy. He needed to stop him. Bang! This shot sounded closer but he still couldn't see him good enough in the dark to get a clean shot off. He didn't want to kill the guy. If he did he'd also be killing the two girls. There was no way they would find the girls if he didn't tell them where he hid them. Bang! And he felt the sting of the bullet as it hit his leg sending him to the ground. As he fell he dropped his flashlight, but held onto his gun. The light hit the floor a second before he did, spinning around on the ground throwing light around the tunnel like a light house before coming to a stop pointing to him laying on the ground ten feet away. The killer, having heard him hit the ground stopped running, and turned around. Seeing him on the ground the killer smiled a nasty smile. "Did I get you Fed?" He asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. The same voice he used to leave the message on his voicemail. It was a grating voice and the killer knew it. It was the reason he used it.

"I think you did." He said groaning at the pain in his leg.

"And you dropped your light?" The killer asked walking back to his fallen pursuer.

"My gun too." He said laughing.

The killer laughed too. "Isn't that just the pits! You're stumbling around in the dark and now you don't have any toys at all."

"Tell me about it. You wouldn't happen to have an extra gun would you?" He asked looking up at the man who brutally raped and murder three young girls.

"Sorry Fed, I just have the one." The killer said holding out the silver revolver.

"So this is how it ends?" He asked looking up at the killer.

"This is it." The killer said.

"Then I only have one question for you…. Do you like the book Jordan?"

Jordan looked up from her book when a shadow fell over her. Rick was standing next to her lounge chair dressed in board shorts and a t-shirt with 'FBI: Female Body Inspector' on it. In one hand he was holding a pair of grill tongs and in the other he was holding a frosty bottle of beer with a lime wedge sticking out of the top. "Do you? I have to give James an answer soon before he goes to print with it." Rick asked.

"It's good. A little predictable, and Alex Cross get's away with a lot of things real FBI agents don't get away with. A big one is chasing a killer into a place like this." Jordan said rolling her eyes.

"True but this is fiction Jordan. You have to let your character get away with a few things to make the story flow. So what do you think? Are there any big glaring mistakes?" Rick asked tapping on the book with his tongs.

"No, not really. I'd go back and have a look at the section where he figures out the killers identity by looking at the post mark on the letters. You can't do that, there are hundreds of people living in a postal district. You can't find a killer with just that information." Jordan said shrugging.

"Aside from that, no changes?" He asked nodding.

"Not that I can see. Patterson is really good at mapping out plot." She said.

"Not really. He starts writing and when he hit's a wall he brings his problems to the monthly poker game. That reminds me, you're invited to the poker game next month.

"A group of the best mystery novelists invited me to play?" Jordan asked.

"Well invited is not really the word I'm looking for. Demanded that you play so they can pick your brain is more like it. They want you to help talk out their book problems with them." He said smirking.

"That's so cool." Jordan said smiling. "Did Beckett ever join the game?" She asked.

"Never and they never asked but the second I told Patterson who was staying at the beach house he lit up like a Christmas tree. Next thing you know he's asking if you would read the book and telling me to get you to the game next month." Rick said shrugging.

"Well I'm kind of honored." Jordan said.

"You shouldn't be. All we do is sit around and complain about fictional characters. You'll get tired of it really fast, I know I did once I was out there doing the job in the real world. Thanks for looking that over for me. I'll tell him you liked it but the solve is too fake. Aside from that I came over here because you look like you could use a refill." He said pointing to the empty sitting next to her on the table.

"I think I'm due a fresh one for all the work I put in." She said smiling.

"What do I get for bringing you this icey cold drink on this hot summer day?" he asked holding the bottle just out of her reach.

"How about I give you this empty bottle and a kiss? Will that work?" She asked with a sexy smile, before dropping the book so he could get a good look at her in her bikini top.

"Um… yeah, that's, that's good I guess." He said getting caught in a loop of looking down at her chest and back up to her face.

"Well, are you going to bring it closer or are you going to make me get up?" She asked licking her lips.

Rick bent over to kiss her and lost his footing, landing him on top of Jordan with his face in her chest. He lifted his head and smirked. "It was not my intention to end up like this but you can't fault fate for putting me here." He said before kissing her. That kiss lead to more kissing and lead to some heavy groping. When her hand made it's way inside his shorts he popped up off her. "The girls could be watching." He said looking around for the plotting twosome.

"They made their way down the beach to look at boys. They won't be back for a while.

"I have to go check on the meat." Rick said panicking.

"The meat looks just fine." Jordan said in a sexy voice as she looked at his shorts.

"But I…" Rick said looking for something.

"But what? What's wrong? We've been sharing a bed for two nights now and the most we've done is some heavy touching. What's wrong? Is it me?" She asked looking at him worried.

"What? NO! It's not you at all. It's just. I used to be fast with the women. You know? Meet a girl and get her in bad as fast as I could. The relationship never lasted for very long and it ended up hurting me in the end because I got a reputation. After that no good woman wanted to even talk to me so I stopped fooling around all together. Sure I went on dates still. If you don't then the papers start writing gay roomers. But I haven't, you know, in a while." He said looking red and pale at the same time.

"Really?" Jordan asked.

"Really." Rick said.

"How long has it been?" Jordan asked.

"Six months after my divorce…. six years ago." Rick said feeling funny telling her.

"Six! My god. I mean, it's been about two years for me but Six. I don't know what I would have done if I went six years without, and I'm not a very active person." She said shocked.

"So, I'm a bit nervous about being good, you know, for you." He said blushing. "And the fact that the girls are down the hall is not helping at all let me tell you. I just keep picturing them walking in and seeing…. Everything." He said looking green.

"Oh Rick. We don't have to do anything right now. We can wait until we get back to the city. We'll send the girls to a friend's house. We'll lock the doors and shut off our phones and just relax into things. I'm not looking for you're A game Castle. I'm not expecting much of anything out of this but to be happy, and being with you. Laying like this. This make's me really happy." She said kissing him.

"I can make you happy, that's for sure." He said tossing the book and the tongs onto the table before attacking her mouth again. They made out like horny teenagers for the next ten minutes until they were interrupted.

"Dad! You're burning the steaks!" Alexis called out from the grill.

"I told you!" Rick said smirking as he sat up.

"Okay so you're right this time. They would have come back in the middle of something, but I'm telling you now, next week you're mine Rick." She said kissing him and pinching his ass before pushing him off her. "Now go finish dinner." She said laughing.

"Oh is that how it's going to be form now on?" Rick asked picking up the tongs. "You're going to call the shots? I think not. I think I'm just going to have to surprise you." He said walking away.

Kelly strolled up to her mother with a smirk on her face. "Is Rick my new Daddy now?" She said through a big smile.

"Not yet brat, but I'm working on it. You couldn't have left us alone for a little bit longer?" Jordan said laughing as she pulled her daughter down to sit with her.

"I was hungry and so was Alexis. Boy watching is hard work you know." Kelly said giggling.

"That's fine as long as you're just watching and not touching. No one got fresh with you two did they?" Jordan asked shaking her head.

"Oh mom, relax. Alexis is older and she's way more protective of me then even you are. It's sweet. We're totally sisters." Kelly said laying her head on her mothers shoulder.

"Good. I like the fact that you two are getting closer. You can look out for each other." Jordan said running her finger through Kelly's red hair.

"SO are you and Rick totally getting it on?" She asked giggling.

"It's none of your business." Jordan said indignantly. "That reminds me, get together with your evil twin and make plans to stay at a friend's house for a few days next week." Jordan said.

"Hey you two, the foods done!" Rick called out.

The group sat around the table on the deck and had a nice dinner. They talked about nothing and everything. It was chatter more then anything and Rick and Jordan loved every minute of it. It was like the last two days, but something about this night felt different. It felt better. Easier. Like things clicking into place.

Later that evening the girls sat by the fire pit on the beach and talked while Rick and Jordan worked on the car in the big garage. Jordan sat behind the wheel of the Cobra and watched as Rick bolted down the last few bolts on the carburetor. "I've got to tell you Rick seeing you get your hands dirty is really doing something for me."

"You think this is exciting?" He asked turning to look at her as her torque wrenched the last bolt into place. "Turn the key and see how that make's you feel." He said with a big smile.

Jordan turned the key and the big V8 cranked over a few times before roaring to life making the little sports car shake. "My God that sounds great." she said revving the engine.

"That, right there, is the sound of 780 Horse Power." Rick said dropping the hood and wiping it down with a shop rag.

"No, that's the sound of an angry God of Thunder." She said running her hand over the wood steering wheel.

"You are defiantly my kind of woman Jordan. You understand what is good in life." He said crouching down next to her.

"All that's missing is an AC/DC CD and a long winding road." She said with a big smile.

"Press the panel in the center of the dash." Rick said smirking. She did and the panel dropped down reveling a stereo. "Track three." He said. She hit the power button and skipped to track three and Thunderstruck came blaring out of the six Bose speakers hidden in the small car.

"This might be the greatest car ever." She yelled over the noise as she nodded along to the beat.

"I'm not even done yet. I have red and black skull graphics coming in the mail still." He said coming around to the other side of the car. "You want to take her around the block?" He asked pulling black leather driving gloves out of the glove box.

"Hell yes I do." She said.

The girls came running up to them. "You guys have to cut that off!" Alexis said. "The neighbors are going to call the cops!"

"SO? We're Feds!" Jordan said pulling her badge out of her small bag.

"Yeah, we're Fed's." Rick said pulling his badge out of his pocket with a huge smile. "Now watch your sister, we're going for a ride!" He said and Jordan threw the car into first and peeled out of the garage shooting gravel and singing along to the music.

"Well it's safe to say two things." Alexis said turning to Kelly. "One, they are most defiantly going to get pulled over, and two, it's probably going to be at make out point up the beach." she said before laughing.

Jordan pushed the car up to a hundred as she turned out of the beach front road and onto the four lane black top of the boulevard heading up the beach. As the sound of her youth came pumping through the stereo and the monster under the hood roared a steady war cry she felt more alive then she had in years. "Having fun?" Rick asked with a huge smile on his face.

"Hell yes I am." She said as the song faded out and piano cords hit. "Is this Journey, Faithfully? I love this song! What CD is this?" she asked.

"It's a mix me and Alexis made. Take this left up here and pull into the lot on the right." He said smiling. "We said we were going to take the beast out on a road trip when we got her fixed up." he said as they pulled into a lot at the top of a hill over looking the beach front houses below. "Care to dance?" He asked getting out.

"You know I do." She said jumping out.

Rick pulled her to him and swayed with the song. "I love you, you know?" Rick said softly.

"I love you too. I think I have for a while now." She said looking up at him.

"I know it's not cool to say it these days but I think we're both over the whole dating thing. I know, I am. I just want this. You know?" He said.

"I know what you mean. I miss being married. I don't miss my ex-husband but I miss coming home to a man. To love." She said laying her head on his shoulder.

"I tried so hard to make every marriage work, and then I put so much time into…. Her. I feel raw inside. Now I just want to know I'm with someone that loves me back." He said kissing her. One kiss lead to two, which lead to Jordan sitting in Rick's lap in the passenger sit of the car with her top off and his shorts pulled down when he stopped her. "Wait.

"What now Rick?" She asked in frustration.

"Protection?" He asked trying to get to his wallet in his short on the floor.

"I'm on the pill." She said triumphantly.

"Oh thank God!" He groaned as the Outfield's Use Your Love faded up they made love for the first time.

One hour and three rounds later they pulled into the driveway rumpled and glowing. Alexis and Kelly took one look at them and laughed before turning back to the movie they were watching. Rick got out of the car and hobbled over to the passenger side to help her out of the car. "What happened to your leg Rick?" Jordan asked as she tried to fix her beach wrap around her waist.

"I think I pulled a muscle in my leg that third go around." He said wincing and smiling at the same time.

"Oh you poor dear. I think I'm going to have to draw you a bath and help you fix it." She said smiling.

"I think you should. I have no idea where any of that came from, but I think we need to do it again, soon." He said with a big dumb smile on his face.

The next morning Alexis was the first person to get up. She made her way down to the kitchen and started the coffee. Kelly stumbled into the kitchen and plopped down on the counter to watch Alexis make pancakes. "Hey sis. I'm thinking breakfast in bed. Can you go get the paper. It should be out front." Alexis said mixing the bowl of batter.

"Sure, then I'll help you cook." She said running out the door to get the paper. "Alexis!" She yelled running back inside the house with the Tuesday Ledger in her hands.

"What?!" Alexis asked running to met her in the front hall.

"Look. They took shots of Mom and Rick. And look at the headline. Mom's defiantly not going to like this." She said pointing to the banner that read: "Sleeping you're way to the top?" under it were shots of Rick and Jordan on the lounge chair from yesterday.

"Maybe it's not that bad." Alexis said taking the paper from Kelly to read it. "Let's see. "Famous author caught locking lips with his boss Special Agent Jordan Shaw, FBI. Is this how the author got his job? Sources say the two have been spotted around town for the last two weeks leading up to the announcement of his new job as an FBI profiler. The story get's even more tawdry when looking into Castles past with NYPD detective Katharine Beckett, the inspiration for Niki Heat. Is this the second time the author slept his way into Law enforcement? And if it is then what does that say about his qualifications as an Law Enforcement Officer? Is his entry into the country's top law enforcement branch even legitimate or is this a stunt to sell more books. We tried to reach Richard Castle for a comment, but he refused to answer us. If a Famous author can sleep his way into a job as an FBI agent, then what does that say about the FBI's standards?" She read out loud. "No, you're right, it's so much worse then I first thought.

Ten minutes later and Rick finished reading the article out laud from his place next to Jordan in bed as the girls looked on in fright. "Well, this is about as bad as it gets." Rick said looking green.

Jordan reached over for her phone and it rang. She saw Tim Hearting on her phone and cringed. "No this is as bad as it gets." She said before answering the Phone. The other three only heard one side of the conversation but it was enough. "No Tim I didn't know we were being watched…. No Tim the papers are spinning this all wrong…. No, I am in a relationship with Jr. Agent Castle…. I did not submit the 1049 form…. He has yet to work a real day Tim!…. No we can't fire him and sweep it under a rug!… No I was not taking a tone with you, but I think it's crazy to think I would give my boyfriend a job without him having any skills…. I have a full report on him sitting on my desk right now Tim, I'm sure Avery can bring it up to you right now…. I assure you he's more then qualified for the job…. No I'm not just saying that Tim! How dare you! I have Ken's full support in this matter!….do you think I would be that stupid to jeopardize my career for sex?… How long have you known me Tim? Who helped you through your divorce? Who helped you with your daughter?…. That's right Tim, so for you to call me and ask me a dumb ass questions like this is just plan crazy, I'm the best damn agent working in that building and you want to question my loyalties?…. You know what Tim? Call OPR, and see if I care. They'll just tell you the same thing I'm telling you right now. He's more qualified for the job then half the Agents we get out of Quantico….. Fine hold on." She said putting the phone down. "How long will it take to get back to the office from here?" She asked.

"I can have a chopper take you to the Manhattan Hela-pad in a half an hour. Then It's just a matter of traffic." Rick said picking up his phone.

"I can have him land on the roof of the building." She said before picking up her phone again. "Call OPR and set the meeting. I'll be there in an hour. Have Burke meet me on the pad. He will act as my council." She said hanging up. She took a deep cleansing breath and let it out slowly. "Okay, things are bad, but they're not life and death." She said getting out of bed and rushing into the bathroom. "Kelly get me some under clothes." She said turning on the shower. "They're going to have an OPR, or Office of Professional Responsibility meeting to determine if I hired Rick without checking his skills." She said over the sound or the shower.

"Jordan, the helicopter will meet us at the top of the hill." He said pulling on a pair of Jeans. "Should I go with you, or get my lawyer to go with you?" he asked.

"No. Lawyers are not allowed in an ORP meeting. I have Special agent Peter Burke as my council. He's been in a half dozen of these meetings and I've sat as his council before so he owes me. As for you, I'm sorry but right now you'll only make things worse. What can you say? 'No, I didn't enter into a relationship with her at the same time I had a falling out with Detective Beckett, and all while she was hiring me to be on her team without a passing grade from Quantico.'" She said walking out of the bathroom in her underwear. She grabbed and pair of Jeans from her bag. "No, your time will come when your first test scores come back. Then I can take them upstairs and rub them in Tim's face. Then he can't tell me a god damn thing. In fact he'll have to apologize to me and you. Your job is to get back to the city today with the girls. I want you to be ready for anything tomorrow. It's the second Wednesday of the month. That's skills testing day. They will sure as shit make you go tomorrow instead of the fourth Wednesday of the month, and you'll need to score very high the week after that on the Theory test. Get the kids packed up and get them home. We'll crash at you're place tonight so I can prep you on what's going to happen tomorrow." She said pulling on a t-shirt. "I'll have Avery get the files from my office and my extra suite from my locker." She said packing her bag.

"Just get going, we'll cover this and get ready to go." Alexis said turning Jordan to the door and pushing her.

"Yeah mom, we got this. Just get going." She said walking up to her with her hand bag.

"Thanks kids, sorry to cut the trip short." She said hugging the two of them.

Rick called from outside. He hopped into his Cobra and revved the engine. Jordan ran out and hopped into the car. Rick hit the gas and they were off. Jordan pulled out her phone. "Avery,…. Yeah I heard, I'm coming by helicopter, I'll be there in about a half hour. Get the file on my desk marked Castle and get it to Burke, by now he should have gotten the call from Hearting. Have Moss get my suite from the locker room. SHIT! I just forgot I don't have a suite in the locker room. I'll figure something out and call you back. Have Burke call me as soon as he reads the file." She said hanging up. She turned to Rick and saw his iPhone in front of her face. "What's this?" She asked taking the phone.

"My stylist. Tell her your sizes." He said blasting up the road.

"Thank you so much." She said kissing his cheek "Hello?… I'm a size six… no under clothes won't be necessary… shoes, yes I'll need those… size 8. No I don't need anything else, thank you." she said hanging up. "You are a life saver Rick." she said putting his phone in his pocket.

"It's the lest I can do for getting you in trouble." He said.

"You didn't do a damn thing. It's my fault, I should have filled out the 1049 form. If I would have just remembered the form they wouldn't be able to do anything." She said angrily.

"What's a 1049?" Rick asked.

"Some people call it the banging form, it's real title is the fraternization form. It basically states two agents are seeing each other and if the relationship goes south one has to move out of the office. It also says we have three strikes and then one of us will get fired, in this case, you. If we are caught doing anything wrong in the office, if we're caught fooling around in the break room, if we have a big ass fight in the bullpen. Anything like that, we'll get reported to the Boss and he'll give us a strike. Three of those and you're out." She said rubbing her head.

"So no office nooky? What's the point?" He said, but he got serious. "Look Jordan, as much as I'd like to fool around with you on your desk, I'm not going to. You granted me a great honor by brining me in to the fold and I'm not going to mess it up. I can be just as professional as those Harvard boys. I went to the same schools they did and I can walk the walk if I have to but I'd like to keep my personality in tact. If you tell me to button up and act the part then I can, but if not I'm going to come in that office and be me. I'll win the haters over with my skills and if I can't win them over I'll push them out. I'll solve every case they get before they have a chance to read the file because I've got something they don't have. Field experience. I've walked more crime scenes then any of them, and that first hand knowledge is invaluable. I'm not going to let you down Jordan. You have my word." He said taking her hand.

"I know, that's why I have a shot at getting this to all blow over. I need you to do so good tomorrow that they look stupid for calling us in. I want to embarrass them. You're my ringer Rick." She said as a black helicopter flew by over head. "If I could, I'd make you a full agent today. As it is you might end up as a floater for a few months as a punishment to the both of us." She said.

"Floater? That does not sound good at all."

"It means you're not assigned to any one department. You have no desk and you work out of a break room on the fifth floor with the rest of the reject Jr. agents. If any department get's swamped we have to call in some floaters to help. It's the lowest of the low for agents. But if you do go into the floater pool you'll be out in no time, you're too good for the pool. Every department you work for will put you on the request list. Once that happens a bunch of times, or you test really high, you'll get sent up to my department." She said as they pulled into the lot. Jordan got out and ran around to his side. "Get the girls back home safe and I'll tell you how the meeting went as soon as I can." She said kissing him before she ran over to the chopper sitting on the pad. As soon as the chopper lifted she got a call from Burke. "How's it going Burke, my day has been total crap." She said.

"Mine is shaping up to be a real fun day as well. I've looked over the file and I can see nothing wrong with it. In fact if you can't have him in your office I'll take him." He said sitting back in his chair.

"You wish, I found him first. Wait until you see his scores tomorrow. It's going to make Tim look like a fool." She said smirking.

"Really? He's that good?" Burke asked.

"You have no idea. He was being used by a cop working homicide. Without him her arrest record was seventy-five percent. With him it was nearly flawless. He builds theory like no one else, and his eye for detail is up there with Caffrey's. and just like your CI, if this guy had ended up on the wrong side of the law he would have been dangerous." She said.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were in love Shaw." He said.

"For your information I am." She said.

"Well then how can I take anything you say as fact?" He asked coldly. "How do I know you're not blinded by this guy's charms? How can you be sure?" He asked.

"How dare you question me like that Burke, I thought you were on my side?" She asked hurt.

"I am." He said going back to his normal voice. "I'm just prepping you for what's to come. You have to remember you're still a woman Jordan. You know how the higher ups still treat women. You got passed up how many times before they had to make you head Profiler? You're going to be fighting an up hill battle Shaw. You picked the one guy to fall for that might cost you your job title. I need you to think about that. Really think about it and then answer me, are you sure?" He asked.

"I am. On all fronts. We're coming together perfectly and he's been in just as many shitty relationships as I have, and our kids are totally bonded. As for his skills I can only tell you the same thing I'm going to say in the meeting. Wait until tomorrow, and you'll all be eating crow." she said.

"Then as your council that's what I'm going to advise you to say. If you honestly think he can do it then bet on him. Offer up his spot on your floor for the floater pool if he under performs tomorrow. It's the only way to prove you have absolute confidence in him. Worst case, he ends up on the fifth floor for a few months. I'm sure he'll make it out. In fact he might think about go to the fifth floor no matter how he does tomorrow. It will take some of the heat off of you and it will let him earn his spot." He said.

"You just want some more talent on your team. I'll make you a deal, if things are slow in the office and you really need him you can have him for the day as a floater, but it means you agree to mentor him too." She said with a smirk.

"Damn you Shaw, now I'm going to have to stick my neck out for this guy and I've never even met him. He better be worth it." He said shaking his head.

"He is. Now is Diana doing anything right now?" She asked.

"She's out right now, why?" He asked.

"Then have Caffrey go down to the lobby, and wait for someone to deliver a package for me. Tell him to say he's my assistant. Rick had his stylist pull a suite for me. It should be there soon. I told her it was a rush. Have him look it over and make sure it will fit me." She said.

"And how will he know that?" Burke asked.

"Because it's one of his talents. Just do it Burke, and I'll make sure Elle gets something from the same place for her birthday at the end of the month." She said.

Peter winced when her remembered the last time he forgot her birthday. "Deal. I'll meet you in, what? Fifteen?"

"Sounds about right." She said hanging up.

"Caffrey!" He called out.

"You need something Peter?" Neal asked from the doorway.

"Yes, you know about the OPR Meeting in a half hour?" He asked.

"I heard from Diana. Is it bad?" He asked dropping into a seat in front of Peter's desk.

"Yes and no, she's having some clothes sent over and she asked if you could go down and collect them. She said make sure they'll fit her and that nothing's missing." Peter said.

"On it Peter." Neal said hopping up to go do it.

"Wait, before you go, look at this file and tell me what you think." He said handing over the Castle file.

"This is the guy?" Neal asked.

"He is." Peter said.

"Wow." Neal said looking the file over. "This guy reads like a super star. I wonder why they're having an OPR meeting over this?" Neal asked.

"Because the article made Jordan look like a fool and as an extension, the office took a hit. If Jordan was a guy this would not be happening. As it is, the best we can do is hope the guy is good enough to not make it into the pool." Peter said.

"The pool? Really? This guy?" Neal asked.

"He might fold under the pressure during the tests tomorrow. If he does he goes into the pool."

"Yekes!" Neal said walking out of the room.