James glanced up at the familiar flash of blue, and got to his feet, stepping forward to get his attention. "Mr Bush, good morning." He nodded to the man. They hadn't spoken much, James had the distinct impression Bush didn't trust him - though whether because of his friendship with Horatio and Kennedy or because of his profession, he was unsure.
"I have found someone I believe you know." He glanced down at Miss Bush with a slight smile.