It's been three years since Natara was forced to chase Genevieve back to Miami, after Genevieve decided to 'extend her influence'. Three years since she caught her. Three years since she went back to the FBI, since she married Oscar. Since they moved to D.C., where Mal heard she joined the BAU. He never heard anything from her, the last acknowledgement that she was even alive was the small wedding announcement just after she married Oscar. He figured she had moved on, and it was too much to try and hold on to people she had to leave behind. It was the last thing Mal expected, three years after her departure, to come walking in the front door of the station.

It was over the summer that Mal saw her again, strolling into the station as if it were three years ago and did so every day. She kept part of herself hidden behind the front door, scanning the room for something. No one even payed her any mind, surprising since she hadn't changed at all. Her eyes locked on Mal, narrowing and she mouthed "Come here!".

Confused and shocked at her sudden appearance, Mal had mouthed back "What?".

She motioned for him to come with her hand, mouthing the words once again "Come here!".
Mal looked around, making sure no one was watching, and quickly crossed the room to where she was. Seeing he had obeyed, she slipped out of the doorway and was already walking away. Mal quickened his pace and followed.

"What the–?" he started, but Natara shushed him.

"Not here" she said sharply. She nodded to something at her side, and Mal noticed something he hadn't before. A little girl, only maybe two. She was walking happily beside Natara, and Mal presumed she had been the reason Natara remained partially hidden in the doorway. They walked in silence for a while, until the reached a small playground. "Go play" Natara whispered softly to her. She obeyed. Before Mal could even react, Natara whipped around and said suddenly "I need your help".

"What do you mean?".

"I'm being watched. They're after me, after Kayla" she nodded to the little girl. "I don't have much time to explain, but I need your help. They are going to get me, I know it. But I can't let them take Kayla".

"Is she–?"

"She's my daughter" Natara confirmed. She looked fondly at the girl, as if she were the whole world. Mal could see the resemblance. She had her fathers black hair, her mothers olive skin and dark eyes. She was smiling merrily as she climbed onto a swing set, swinging in the air alongside several other children.

"And where's Oscar?".

Natara but her lower lip, and Mal could see a glassy layer form over her eyes. "Gone".

Two weeks ago

"Oscar!" Natara called from where she and Kayla were standing outside. "I'm taking Kayla to the park!".
She could hear Oscar yell something from another room, but couldn't hear what. She figured it was and 'Okay'. She carried her daughter to the nearby playground, but only remained there for an hour before Kayla complained about the heat. Natara took her back, holding one of her little hands as they went. Natara turned the corner, and at the end of her street she could see several people crowded around. Flames were pouring out of the windows, smoke coming in swirls out of cracks in the walls.

"Oh. My. God.".

She didn't know she had let go of Kayla's hand, that one of her neighbors had grabbed the little girl to protect her from harm. That she was screaming Oscars name, trying to push past the crowd and get inside.

"Ma'am" said one of the firemen as he tried to hold her back "I'm sorry, he's–"

"No! No, he can't be! Oscar! Oscar!" she screamed, wanting nothing more that to run inside and find him. She fought to get past the fireman, but after a moment of struggling she gave up.

"He's gone" the fireman said gently "I'm sorry. He's gone".

And so, a few hours later Natara wasn't sure what events took place to bring her to siting outside her now flame-less home, now left in ruins. Or how she came to sitting on the front steps, holding Kayla and trying not to cry. Only one thought went through her mind, one that she supposed came from a combination of her instincts and a mothers intuition. What ran through her mind, was that this was no accident. That whoever caused this, was coming after her and Kayla next.

Who do YOU think is after Natara and why? And why did she come after Mal for help? Sorry if this chapter was kinda slow. Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think so far?