A few days passed.

Rick worked in silence and the others would glance at him, thinking they were being sneaky.

They weren't.

He supposed he should feel touched that they were concerned.

But he wasn't. He was more concerned with the fact that they were probably going to find out soon, which meant he needed to high tail it out of there before they found out. Before he got them killed or something equally as bad.

But he didn't, and he cursed himself for getting emotionally attached. Which was not good.

So, here he was, four days after Isaac called, in Higgins's office, facing the man with a slightly shocked face after telling him he wanted to resign.

"Are you sure?" Higgins asked once he got over the initial shock. "No coming back."

"Director, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Rick said, bringing him foot up to rest of his left leg and he leaning back in the chair. "I just don't think I can handle this kind of life. Not for me. No matter how much training or how much I may look like I can handle it."

He knew it was a lie. He was more than equipped to do this job, as far as skills go. But he had learned to keep his mouth shut about his real fighting skills.

The director sighed, and then nodded. "Well, Rick, it's been a pleasure working with you. You are released of your duties to the CIA and thank you for serving your country in such a way they you have. You will be missed and I wish you luck in the future."

"Of course," he said. "And they stuff in my desk, you can tell the guys to just throw it out."

The director nodded quietly, silently trying to figure out what was wrong with his now former operative.

As Rick went to the door he glanced over his shoulder, "Oh, and thank you."

With that, Rick left the office and the building for good, swearing to never return, even if something else went wrong.

He drove out to his apartment, packed the necessaries, leaving anything that would weigh him down, he changed into jeans and a sweater, and leaving his suits he had worn work in his closet.

While throwing a few things in his bag, he felt his phone go off in his pocket.

"Isaac, where are you?" Rick asked, looking at the caller ID.

"Down to business I see," Isaac laughed. "I'm finishing up here but remember that offer you made me earlier about needing help? I think I'm gonna take it now. I have a case down in Colorado but some old friends of mine called from New York, said something about poltergeist activity."

"Alright, I'll take care of it," Rick said, grabbing a piece of paper and writing down the address as Isaac said it.

"Good luck," and with those words, the call was over.

After finished his less than slow packing, Rick quickly headed out to the edge of town, making one final call before deciding to ditch the phone somewhere.

"Leah?" a pause, "Yeah, it's me. I'm heading out to your place next. Have my car ready, if you could."

Leah agreed to it and Rick hung up before pulling into a Starbucks. Quickly getting a coffee and "accidentally" left his phone and watch on the table.

He pulled into Leah's driveway and grinned widely as he saw the black 1969 Pontiac Firebird sitting in front of the garage.

"There's my beauty," he said, looking at the car. There was nothing special about the car, just an old junker that he and Isaac had fixed up. Perhaps it was because it was one of the first things him and Isaac did together is what made it special to him.

"Yup," Leah said, "I had very little issues with it. Had to get some parts replaced and fixed though.

Try not to beat is up again or it won't do much good. And I even gave it a nice bath."

"You are a god is disguise," Rick said to Leah, smiling as he opened Leah's car door to get the rest of his stuff.

"I try to be nice," she said, running a hand through her short, wavy blonde hair.

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Giving one final check for any remaining bugs, although he was sure he got all of them, before throwing the old bag over his shoulder and grabbing Leah's keys and tossing them to her.

"There may be a bug or two left in the car but other than that, nothing so major wrong with it,"

Rick said as he took the keys to his Buick and unlocked the door to throw his bag in. "Thank you so Leah."

"You're welcome," she said, pulling him into a hug.

"Sorry it took longer than expected," Rick said.

"It's fine," Leah said, breaking the embrace. "Now go, and for the love of god please be careful. I don't want to hear about your death from Uncle Isaac."

"Of course," Rick said, getting into his car. "Say hi to the kids for me."

Leah nodded and waved as Rick pulled out of her driveway and she winked at him as he drove away.

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Telling the ODS that Rick up and left on them was one of the strangest things that Director Higgins has had to do in his job as director.

Mostly because his leaving was abrupt and completely out of the blue, he had thought the kid was doing well. Apparently he was wrong.

Michael was instantly suspicious, Billy was confused and Casey didn't really look like anything.

After breaking the news, he sent them away and told them that he wasn't going to look for a replacement yet.

They seemed satisfied with that answer.

But Higgins wasn't stupid. He knew they were up to something. He could sit in his big chair all day and pretend that they weren't but he knew they were.

The ODS was notorious for never leaving one behind, even when they left the ODS first.

And he just hoped that it didn't blow up in their faces completely.

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"Something was up with him before he left," Billy said, mulling over what just happened in their office, his legs were propped up on his desk. The door was shut and the blinds were closed.

Michael nodded, "Something to do with that phone call the other day."

Casey looked up from where he was sitting at his desk. "I don't know why you guys are the kid couldn't handle it. Happens all the time. Not the end of the world. We worked with three people before and we can do it again."

Michael said nothing and Billy gave him a look that said "do you really believe that?"

The look in Casey's eye showed that he didn't believe that at all.

"Well we could follow him," Casey suggested.

"And completely invade his privacy?" Billy said. "Sounds like fun."

And with that, the remaining members of the ODS grabbed their jackets and headed out to find there wayward member