"Is that everything?"

"I think so. Sleeping bags, alarm clock, tour book, binoculars, cameras, notebooks, film, Ids, car keys, suntan lotion," Amanda checked the items off of her clipboard as Lee held them up for her inspection.

"Mom! Lee!" Lee dropped the bag of toiletries on his foot. They were out the bedroom door before the clipboard hit the bed. Jamie and Phillip greeted them at the foot of the stairs.

"What's wrong?" Lee asked hurriedly. He was answered by two smiles and both boys grabbed their hands and led them to the kitchen.

"Surprise!" Amanda and Lee looked around the kitchen. The dinning room table was set with breakfast. Dotty was just setting a pitcher of orange juice on the table.

"Uh, what is going on?" Amanda asked.

"Good morning," Dotty said cheerfully.

"We made breakfast!" Phillip and Jamie said enthusiastically. They led Amanda and Lee to the table and made them sit down. Amanda was momentarily struck speechless by the thoughtfulness of her sons. Lee looked at his wife in astonishment; in the five years that he had known her, she had been rarely struck speechless.

"So what brought all this on?" Lee asked as he poured syrup on his waffle.

"Jamie and I overheard you telling Grandma that you wanted to have a breakfast as a family last night," Phillip explained as he, Jamie and Dotty sat down. "So we decided that now would be a good time to do it. After all, Jamie and I are done with school and you two got today off from work."

Breakfast continued with Jamie and Philip talking about everything that they wanted to see and do on their trip.

Francine was upset. She was hoping to get away from everything this weekend. However, Lee and Amanda pulled the plush assignment of the Ottawa conference, which meant that someone had to pick up their last few cases.

"Billy, I was planning on a relaxing weekend!"

"Francine, Lee and Amanda assured me that their case load is very light. All you have to do is look over their notes and maybe make a few telephone calls."

"If it's so light, why can't it wait until they get back from Ottawa?"

"Francine, it's Spring Cleaning time."

"I know it's Spring Cleaning, Billy. But I made plans for this weekend."

"Why must I go through this every year? You know no one is exempt from these chores."

"But…" She swallowed her complaint when Billy looked at her. "Ok. I'll do it, but they owe me." She accepted the files that Billy held out to her and left his office.

"Darling, I think we need to take a break and stretch."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Mother and the boys aren't used to being stuck in a car for endless hours, Lee."

"Ok. According the highway sign we just passed said there's a rest area a few miles up the road. We'll stop there." Lee reached over, took his wife's hand, and held it. A couple minutes later he pulled into the rest stop. While Jamie, Phillip and Dotty got out and stretched, Amanda got out the picnic basket for a mid morning snack. Lee spotted a florist on the other side of the small park; he smiled and jogged over to the vender and purchased five daisies.

By the time lunch rolled around, Francine had made fifteen calls and scheduled two afternoon meetings. She completed her notes on the last phone call and left before Billy could assign any other cases to her desk.

The Georgetown Bistro was semi-populated. She chose a table in the back, away from everyone, and ordered a light lunch. The last file from Lee and Amanda’s caseload would be easy; all she had to do was tell Brown University that the FBI would handle the disappearance of Professor Arlen Brubaker after she got some preliminary work done on it. When Francine got up to get a treat from the desert bar, a shabbily dressed man slipped an envelope into her jacket pocket.

Later that afternoon Francine sat down at her desk. One last phone call to make and she would be free for the weekend. The Save the Chipmunks organization and Rainforests: Our Life-long Friends both checked out. One was a group of preteen girls and the other was too involved in sending several protestors to rainforests around the world to think about other things to do with their resources. Francine opened the file on Arlen Brubaker and called the number the University had given. As she waited for an answer, she looked at the photo provided. Arlen Brubaker was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. 'Well, maybe not dark, but definitely tall and handsome,' Francine thought looking at a picture of a man with short sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned face. She couldn't tell by the picture if he was tall, or any other physical features.

"Good afternoon. Colleen Hampshire speaking," a voice answered on the third ring.

"Hello. Doctor Hampshire, my name is Francine Desmond and I am work-"

"Listen, Ms. Desmond. If the Press doesn't stop calling my office, I'll sue you every last one of you."

"Doctor Hampshire, I don't work for a paper. I was just given this case and needed some information concerning Doctor Brubaker's disappearance."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Ms. Desmond, I just assumed-"

"Doctor Hampshire?"

"What? Oh, information, right. I have my notes here somewhere." Francine listened to the sound of paper rustling and soft mutters about how she could never find anything when she needed it. "Here they are. Now, what do you need to know, Ms. Desmond?"

"Is there anything about Doctor Brubaker that would make him identifiable?"

"I thought that I sent a recent picture of him?"

"You did, but I want to know if he had any mannerisms or quirks that could help us identify him."

"Oh. Let's see. Arlen is very fond of puns and old television shows. Ever since his girlfriend, Emilie Carter, died in the accident, he's been quoting from The Avengers and Get Smart. I think she was the best thing that happened to him in a long time, he was such a hermit before she joined the staff."

"Do you remember any of the quotes that he used?"

"No, but have some that he left on my answering machine." There was some rustling of paper as Doctor Hampshire unburied her answering machine and then a click. The baritone voice of Arlen Brubaker could be heard over the telephone.

"Colleen, I just wanted to let you know that 99 and I are going to implement Plan Y-14. Remember that when the moon is full, the tide is high. Tanganyika, by the time you get this, there'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover. KAOS has ordered a 101 for me." The tape ended sharply and Colleen Hampshire got back on the telephone.

"I hope you find him, Ms. Desmond. And soon."

"I'll do my best, Doctor." Francine let the voice of Arlen Brubaker soak in a bit. She looked at the file again. In Amanda's handwriting there was a note dated for Wednesday that said Doctor Brubaker was supposed to be heading to Normandy then on to England for the summer. "Doctor Hampshire, do you know why Doctor Brubaker would be going to France and England this summer?"

"My best guess would be that he was helping out on a dig or doing one of his relic hunts. You should probably call his office. One of the graduate students working there would know why."

"Thank you for your time, Doctor Hampshire." Francine hung up after reassuring Doctor Hampshire that she would do her best to find her friend. She looked at the notes that she took during the conversation.

Emilie Carter- girlfriend, died in an accident
Plan Y-14
When the moon is full, the tide is high
Tanganyika
There'll be bluebirds over the cliffs of Dover
KAOS ordered a 101
Dig / relic hunt

Some of the phrases caught her attention. She searched her memory for why they would seem so familiar. "Of course!" Francine closed the file, grabbed her coat and the file, and headed for the door. She tried to keep an air of being nonchalant. If anyone found out about the collection of old television shows, she would never hear the end of it.

When she pulled out of the parking lot across the street from IFF, a dark sedan pulled into traffic. The car followed staying two or three cars behind. It parked across the street from her apartment complex and waited as the lights in her fourth floor apartment to come on.