Summary: Set Five years after Severance. Emily relocated to DC, and is now engaged to a member of they're HRT Unit. A Situation arises in DC that calls for Matt's assistance.
Chapter One
Matt rubbed his eyes on his way into the federal buliding. He had just spent most of the night talking down a jumper from the National Bank of Los Angeles. He definitely wasn't in the mood for whatever Cheryl had for him. He got into the elevator, and pushed the button for the twentieth floor. The elevator doors opened, in what seemed like an enterity, and he made his way to Cheryl's office. He approached the door, which was slightly shut. He knocked lightly with one knuckle, and waited for her approval for his entrance.
"Come in," Cheryl said, fast and in one short breath.
Matt made his way in, and took one of the open seats in front of her desk.
"Okay here's the situation, I need you to fly to D.C. like now," Cheryl said, really hoping to not have to give detailed information to him.
"But why, I just spent over half of the night, talking some guy off a buliding, I really don't feel like flying anywhere right now," Matt said, in a whiny tone.
"Hey this is not my call, the higher ups in D.C. need you," Cheryl said, hoping that would be enough information.
"Okay, give me the profile," Matt said.
Cheryl sighed deeply, knowing this would not be an easy explanation.
"Okay, D.C. has one of there own taken hostage. A CNU agent to be more acurate. Apparently the HT is demanding, Special Agent Matt Flannery," Cheryl paused to allow him to digest what she had just said.
"Okay, but how could they have an HT that would know me?" Matt asked.
"Okay umm..the HT is apparently Aiden Fisher, and he is demanding that he speak to both agents that talked to him," Cheryl said.
"You mean, Emily's gonna be there?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, kind of already there," Cheryl said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Matt asked, his temper rising.
"Well, frankly, umm...," Cheryl started but Matt interrupted.
"Quit bull shitting me Cheryl and tell me what the hell you meant?" Matt said.
"She's the hostage Matt," Cheryl said, not able to look him in the eyes.
"You mean she's the hostage, and I've gotta go to D.C. to save her?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, but D.C. is giving you full range here. You have complete control over everything, since they're HT is demanding you," Cheryl said.
"No offense, but what if I don't want to go?" Matt asked.
"Then Aiden is gonna kill Emily. He said that if you didn't get there within 24 hours, then Emily was as good as dead," Cheryl said.
"Shit," Matt cursed loudly.
"Matt, what's your thoughts?" Cheryl asked.
"That I gotta get to D.C. cause god knows that psycho would do it," Matt said.
"Okay, we have one other problem. Your partner, is on leave, and we cannot reach him," Cheryl said.
"Cheryl, I cannot handle this without a secondary," Matt said, as he started to nervously pace the floor.
"Umm...okay, well the only available agents we have, that have taken a course in Crisis Neogtiation are Lia Mathers and Duff Gonzalez. All the others are out in the field or not available," Cheryl said.
"Okay, well you said D.C. was letting me have control right?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, as much as you need why?" Cheryl asked.
"I want Lia to be my secondary, but I also want Frank and Duff to come with me. I'd feel better having some familiar faces with me. Plus you know they'd like to know what's going on with Emily, they were her friends as well," Matt said.
"I'll see what I can do," Cheryl said.
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Meanwhile back in D.C.
Emily sat on the cold concrete floor, her clothes tattered and torn. Only given a blanket, and a few other nessicities to last her. It had been five years since she had seen Matt Flannery, and in fact that was the reason she was in D.C. to begin with. He had broken her heart, and she just couldn't stand having to look at him, having to see him everyday. It was too hard for her, and she cried much to often. She had been in D.C. for five years, and was actually happy. She hadn't thought about Matt Flannery for over four years now, and she would have liked to keep it like that. Unfortunately, her current situation caused for her to dig through her past. Everytime she found herself doing that her mind automatically went to the man that broke her heart. She was happy now, she lived in an upper surburan neighborhood, with her fiancee Michael Waltz, who just happened to be a member of the HRT Unit. He reminded her a lot of Frank Rogers, team leader of LA's HRT Unit, only not as trigger happy. He was tall, with short blonde hair and big blue eyes. The first time she saw him, she thought it was Frank at first, until he turned around.
"Lehman, here is some water, don't want you dying prematurely," Fisher said, handing her a bottle full of water.
Emily took it and drank nearly half the bottle. She had gone nearly five hours without anything to drink.
"Why are you doing this?" Emily asked.
"Why, hmm...no one's asked me that one yet. Let me think, oh yeah, you and that Matt guy, put me in jail. If I remember correctly, you said I had a mental problem, that I couldn't help myself, that it wasn't my fault. Did you lie, huh are you just some big liar?" Fisher screamed at her.
"No I didn't lie, you do have a mental instability, but it's not something that you can claim not gulity via insanity. Frankly cause you are not insane, you just have an instability," Emily pleaded with him.
"Well that would have been nice to know, before I tried to plea off, to insanity, and get nearly laughed out of the damn courthouse. I got sentenced to ten damn years in the state prison, do you know how good I had to be to get out in five years, do you?" Fisher asked.
"No, I don't know what kind of set-up they had you in or anything, but it couldn't be that bad," Emily said.
"Yeah, well it was," Fisher said, sick of talking to her.
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"Okay, so I want you guys to keep in contact with me, I wanna know what's going on," Cheryl said, to the group of four.
"Got it," Matt said.
"Okay, lets go, we got a plane to catch, this psycho has a deadline, otherwise Lehman well be dead," Frank said.
"Frank," Cheryl all but yelled.
Matt and Lia glared at Frank, while Duff smacked him on the back.
"Sorry, just trying to lighten up the situation," Frank said, as the others headed for the elevator.
"Come on Frank," Matt said, shaking his head at his friend.