Los Vaqueros and Task force 141 have met together again and have gone to the beach for the day to relax. Everyone has scattered, some sunbathing, some eating ice cream, some building sand castles or playing volleyball, etc. But not Rudy.

He's watching you. You've caught his attention. Some might say he's crushing on you.

He sits on the sand, in the sun, lathered up in sunscreen. He's watching as you walk along the pier nearby. He narrows his eyes as he watches you get pushed, accidentally, and fall over the railing into the ocean. And it's not exactly shallow either.

Rudy gets up off the sand, his body tense with building worry, watching on to see if you're okay. No-one else seems to have noticed.