A/N: As the title suggests there's a little of everything in this one. Please review and let me know if I should continue.

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, they belong to Paxson Entertainment. I'm just having a bit of fun with them.

Key: Signing in "bold". ~ Thoughts ~. ## Flashback ##

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Revenge, Reconciliation And Romance

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The room was too warm and too crowded, at least from his point of view. He hadn't wanted to even be there but he'd been caught between a rock and the hard place. It was a straight choice… he could either come along or spend the evening listening to all the kvetching about how they should have gone and what they might be missing. The compromise they'd reached had been to put in an appearance so as not to insult their host, have a quick look around and then leave, but he'd overlooked Myles' obsession with art and the art world. An interest heightened by the fact that they knew the artist personally.

Myles had been waxing lyrical to anyone who would listen about texture, perspective, colour and brushwork for almost an hour and Jack found himself zoning out. Hopefully, he was nodding and shaking his head in the appropriate places as he really didn't have the slightest interest in the finer nuances of painting, he just knew what he liked and what he didn't. His companion had just made another witty observation, or he assumed he had, as he laughed at his own joke – yet another trait to add to the ever-growing list of reasons why you should never share your apartment with a Harvard graduate. Why Garrett had chosen to 'buddy' the two of them up for the duration was completely beyond him. If he'd had the choice he would have chosen Bobby but then again, they were prone to taking risks when they were together and that could prove dangerous, especially as they already had two Agents down.

Returning his attention to the conversation, he was astonished to find that Myles was still talking. He could feel another headache coming on so in the hope of staving it off, he decided to walk round the exhibition on his own. He hadn't gone very far when he felt a hand on his shoulder and cringed inwardly thinking that the Bostonian bore had come after him, turning he found himself face-to-face with the man of the hour.

"Thank you for coming."

"Troy, thank you for inviting me… This is amazing." He indicated the room in general. "Who would have thought that you'd go from stealing cars to this?"

"Surprised you"

"That you did. Congratulations."

"Thank you, I have to circulate."

"I'll see you later."

Jack carried on with his lone tour, stopping abruptly and catching his breath at the painting in front of him, the pain it caused forcing him to hurriedly sit down on the window ledge behind him.

Troy had captured her perfectly... blonde hair shining, kind eyes, the beautiful smile and, of course, the Golden Labrador beside her. ~ Where was she now? ~ He found himself wondering for the umpteenth time. ~ What had happened to make her leave as she had? ~

When she'd refused the job in New York he'd been over-the-moon. They'd lapsed straight back into the old routine… having dinner once or twice a week, sharing the odd breakfast… and they'd seemed to grow even closer. He'd even broached the subject of dating to D, who had finally been promoted to the much-deserved position of Unit Supervisor and then, one weekend about a month later, he'd been called away for an assignment. He'd rung her when he returned on the Sunday night but not gotten a reply. The same thing had happened when he tried her blackberry – that had been turned off. He'd considered walking over to her apartment but it was late and so he'd decided to give her the present he'd bought for her when he saw her at work the next day.

He'd arrived in the bullpen on Monday morning after delivering his report and looked around but she wasn't there, it was then that he noticed Lucy sitting at her desk and looking very upset. His heart had lurched as his first thought was something had happened to his Sue and he hadn't been there to protect her.

## "Luce, what's wrong? Where's Sue?"

The rotor shrugged and sniffled. "I was hoping you'd know."

Jack's worry deepened. "No. I saw her Friday lunchtime but I had to go to the New York Field Office. I didn't get back until late last night."

"Then no-one knows where she is." Jack's stricken expression finally registered in her brain and she added quickly "I'm sorry, nothing's happened to her as far as I know, she's just gone."

"Gone?" He repeated in confusion.

"Yep. I stayed over at my Gran's for one extra night and when I got home both she and Levi were gone... All his stuff… her clothes, suitcases, cosmetics…. Everything..."

"Did she leave a note?" He was barely able to speak.

"No, just the money to cover her share of the rent and the keys for the apartment and the Bureau car…" ##

And that had been the last time anyone had seen or heard from her, despite numerous enquiries around the Bureau and calls to her parents.

Jack felt the sadness and hurt welling up inside him and fought to keep a lid on it, the pain in his head throbbing in time with his aching heart. Then, as quickly as it had come, the sorrow was replaced by another emotion – anger. Anger that she hadn't even bothered to tell them she was leaving and that she hadn't stayed in touch. At what she'd done to Charlie, Lucy, Troy and himself, not to mention the rest of the Team.

He stood up again, looking around for Myles as the need to get out of there began to suffocate him, intending to make it clear he was leaving with or without him. He was just making his way back to where he'd last seen him when a movement in the doorway attracted his attention and brought him to a grinding halt, his breathing almost ceasing as he found himself looking directly at the woman in the painting.

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