A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for reading. This is my first Trixie Fan Fic, so bear with me while I figure this out. If anyone would be interested in being a beta for my story let me know. I'll try to update once a week, and I apologize in advance for any errors. Please read and review.

Trixie Belden sunk down into her desk chair and sighed contentedly. It was her first week working in the FBI field office in White Plains, she had transferred from Quantico as soon as her mandatory two years were up. She was lost in thought when her partner walked through the door. "Belden, anybody home Belden?"

Trixie focused her attention of the dark haired woman in the doorway, "Sorry Rollins I was just wool gathering what's up?"

Rollins smiled, "You, me, and Evans, we're going out tonight, you need to keep your mind off the stuff that's going to be going down with your family tomorrow and it's girls night."

Trixie tried to think of a good reason to not go, but girl's night was a long standing tradition. Lindsey Rollins had been Trixie's roommate freshman year of college. She had gone to UVA and found herself without any of the Bobwhites to keep her company. Lindsey and Trixie had gotten off to a rocky start, but they had since put their differences aside and were still roommates. Johnathan Evans was another friend from UVA he had been another FBI recruit at the university and even though he worked more in the forensic labs while she and Rollins were primarily field agents he had quickly become an important part of their little trio. They graduated just over two years ago and had worked their two years together at Quantico, when it was time to put in for transfers Trixie had been ecstatic to learn that Rollins and Evans both wanted to be in the New York area. Girls night had been a tradition they established their second year of college, the last Friday of every month was dedicated to a girl's night just the three of them. "Can't we keep it low key tonight Rollins, I have no idea what I'm going to say when I finally get to see my family tomorrow."

Rollins crossed her arms over her chest, "That is exactly why you need a little fun tonight Belden, you went through hell for five years, you stayed away from your family because you had to. And now you've moved back home to try to make things right with them, if they are half as wonderful as you've made them out to be they will accept that you did what you had to do and they will let you back into their lives. After all they've had it easy these last five years. They didn't have to watch you struggle with the things you struggled with, and they didn't have to come home to find you shot and left for dead on the living room floor. So you are going to change your clothes and the three of us are going to go to the only country line dancing bar in the area and dance the night away. Then tomorrow you can take on the deep stuff with your family."

Trixie nodded and headed to the rest room with her bag, "I'll be back in five Rollins, let's hope we can get out the door without Weston needing us for another case." Rollin's snort follows Trixie from the room, as she heads to the ladies room. Trixie catches sight of a group of people settling into the conference room next to her office. Trixie stares for a moment, sure that there is something familiar about the back of the dark haired man, but shakes her head and continues on her way. Hopefully the people in the conference room wouldn't require her attention.

Jim Frayne was worried, he and the rest of the Bobwhites had been receiving threats for the last two weeks. The culprit whomever they were had escalated to defacing property and today he had come home to find a cat decapitated and gutted on his front porch. That in combination with the feeling that someone had been watching them had all the Bobwhites on edge and their parents had insisted on police involvement. Wendell Molinson had been promoted to chief of the sleepyside police and he had placed the call to the FBI. That was how they all came to be sitting in a conference room in White Plains explaining the situation to an Agent Weston. In moments like this Jim couldn't help but miss Trixie. Not a day had gone by in the last five and half years that he hadn't thought about his school girl shamus, but this would have been right up Trixie's alley.

Jim's attention is drawn away from the agent in front of him when he hears a woman speaking loudly in the room next to them. Jim could swear that he heard someone say Belden, and his heart skips a beat when he hears the raspy voice he would know anywhere reply. Jim strains to hear their exchange and what he hears frightens him. Trixie is talking about some sort of trouble and the other women he thinks her name is Rollins says something about Trixie and blood. Jim is about to excuse himself, when he sees her. His Trixie in a pant suit smiling as she looks back over her shoulder towards the room he assumes is her office.

"Jim, Jim, are you okay." Jim feels Honey's small hand on his arm and he turns to see concern I her eyes.

"I'm fine Honey, I just thought I saw someone." Jim turned his attention back to Agent Weston. The older man smiled kindly, "there is nothing to worry about, I will put my best agents on this team. They've just transferred from the Quantico office. You'll be in good hands." Weston walked to the door and stuck his head out, "Belden, Rollins, where are you two headed?"

Jim heard the one he knew must be Rollins reply, "it's girls night Weston we're picking up Evans and heading out."

Weston laughed, "nice try get in here I've got a case for you two. Come in here and get acquainted with the case while I lock down the office no one is going home early today."

Jim held his breath when the two women walked through the door. He saw Trixie's face fall when she saw the people sitting around the table. It was impressive how quickly she had schooled her features. Jim saw no trace of anything on her visage, she seemed to be the pinnacle of professionalism. Then she spoke, "What are you all doing here?"

Trixie was in shock, now she knew why the man she'd seen through the conference room door looked so familiar. Studying the order of the people around her she quickly realized she had seen the back of Dan's head. Trixie's eyes roamed over the faces before her, the people she loved most in this world were all sitting before her. Trixie drank in the view of them, her eyes only skipping over one person. She didn't think she could stand to look at those bright green eyes yet. She knew that just like when she was a girl one look and she would be tempted to spill her guts, despite the pain he'd caused her a part of her would always trust Jim completely.

"Trixie, what the hell is going on?" Trixie focused her attention on her almost twin, "that's what I'm here to find out. What brought you here today?"

Mart snorted, "That's not what I meant Trixie. We haven't seen you in five years what gives?"

Trixie took a deep breath, "I can't explain that right now, I only just arrived back in New York this week. I had every intention of coming to see you all tomorrow to try to explain. For now let it suffice to say I ran into a very unsavory character five years ago. I had to stay away from you all to keep you safe. He would have hurt you if he thought it would hurt me. But right now I am Agent Belden. I have been assigned to your case and it is my job to catch the person who's been giving you problems."

Trixie tried to wipe the emotions from her face, as she studied her brother's visage so like her own. Finally Mart nodded, she saw the rest of her family follow his example. Trixie knew they wouldn't let the topic drop forever, but for now she was safe.

Trixie looked over the case files, once she was sure she had an understanding of the case she stood up to address her family. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. Tonight I'll send teams to all of your houses to set up surveillance. There will be an agent stationed at your house round the clock and each of you will be assigned an agent to shadow you until we can catch this guy. I'm going to need each of you to make a list of anyone you can think of who might hold a grudge against any of you. I'm also going to run background on any of the criminals we dealt with when we were kids. Since the bulk of the attack seems to be focused on the Bobwhites it is possible this is someone from the past."

Rollins, who had left the room once she had looked over the files, returned. Trixie turned to her, "Rollins, you sent out teams to set up full surveillance and do a security sweep?"

"Of course Belden, what do you think this is amateur hour? I've also got vests for everyone here and I've rounded up the agents who are going to act as bodyguards."

"Thanks Rollins."

Trixie turned back to her family as she helped Rollins hand out the bullet proof vests. The other agents came in and started helping her family into the vests. She noticed the male Bobwhites looked reluctant to cooperate. Trixie sighed, "Okay listen up boys. I understand that you think you can take care of yourselves, and in many cases you can. But this is not many cases, you are going to put these vests on and you are going to do everything we tell you to do because it is our job to keep you safe. If you don't do what we say and someone tries to kill you it is our job to get between you and whoever is trying to do the killing. If you don't cooperate you could get one of us killed understand?"

The boys all nodded and Trixie turned her attention back to where vests were being slipped on. She noticed Smithy helping Honey into her vest and went to intervene. "I've got this Smithy, will you start assigning agents?" Smithy nodded and Trixie found herself alone with her best friend for the first time in five years. Trixie noticed the tears shining in Honey's eyes. "What's wrong Honey?" Honey sniffed, "My vest is too tight." Trixie deftly adjusted her friend's vest and seeing the goose bumps on Honey's arms pulled off the flannel shirt she wore over a tank top and wrapped it around Honey's shoulders. Honey looked up at Trixie again her eyes once again filling with tears. Trixie watched as Honey's eyes found the scar left by the bullet that tore through her shoulder a little over a year ago. "Oh Trixie, I missed you so much."

The next thing Trixie knew she was pulled into a tight hug. Trixie pulled back from the hug and checked Honey's vest once more. Smithy was almost finished assigning agents and turned to Trixie, "Belden, you'll be the house agent at the Manor house and you'll stick with Honey Wheeler during the day."

Trixie smiled at Honey and pulled her own vest on. Trixie looked at the list and saw that Rollins would be at Crabapple Farm, and Evans would be at the Lynch's house. Smithy pulled her out into the hallway, "Are you gonna be able to handle this Belden. I've got all the Bobwhites grouped in their old houses temporarily to make our job easier. I put Rollins and Evans as the house agents so you have someone you can trust with the people you care about. But I need you to promise me that you will not let this get to you."

Trixie nodded, "I can handle it Smithy, I need to do this."

Trixie gathered her bag and pulled her work shirt over her vest and tried to gather her thoughts. She could do this. With that mantra running through her head she squared her shoulder and prepared herself to do her job.