Re: Brian and Mike
Mike snorted. "I'm pretty sure that was time traveling, not dimensional one, although there was that one episode... what was the title? The one with evil Spock who had the goatee. Mirror, Mirror, I think."
Pulling up a chair, he sat down next to Brian. "You're welcome." He took a few sips from the bottle and then put it on the ground next to him. It was something that he'd learned to do since joining the FBI, keep one bottle near and making it look like he was actually drinking. It made you look more sociable than saying that agent were required to carry 24/7 and as such, they couldn't get drunk. "Drag race?" He chuckled. "Last time I did any crazy driving was the defensive driving course at Quantico, but sure. I'm not really the spa type anyway."
He stared at the people in the pool for a moment, debating if he should ask or not, but no one could accuse the people at the BAU of being shy. "I don't get it, and you can tell me that it's none of my business, but it takes time and dedication to become an undercover cop, you work with the FBI, why turn to the other side? I can't...." He turned around, sitting sideways so that he could look at Brian. "The psychology of it is just fascinating. It's why it's so hard to accept that cops, agents, soldiers go bad. What did it for you?"