"I thought you might say that." Janson grinned around his food. "There is a catch, however. Since you are our most experienced investigator and have such effective interrogation skills, we'll need you to be able to come to the office if a situation comes up--in short, you'll be on call on your telecommuting days." "I can live with that," Rick nodded, hoping that the burly man hadn't noticed when he'd pushed his plate of food slowly away from him. "Thank you very much for this opportunity. And thank you for the compliments. Being in IAB, I can really never get enough of them." Just then, Rick saw something out the corner of his eye, and turned toward the window just in time to see the fly that had been waiting there take flight and zip to one spot on the window and then to another in a rapid skipping stone motion before it careened at an angle and came to rest on the edge of the Commander's cheeseburger. The edge closest to his mouth. "Isn't that the truth," the Commander exclaimed, and looking at his cheeseburger, took a quick, hearty bite. Rick couldn't believe it. He had to have seen the fly. How could he not have seen it? "Sir, you might want to spit that out," Rick told him. "There was a fly--" "Oh, don't worry about that," Janson said, chewing. "It's a little extra protein."