A/N: Yay for finally having a MISSING section! I've been wanting to write this story for a long time now, but didn't because I had nowhere to put it. But now I do! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody except for my OCs, and those should be fairly easy to spot. Everyone else belongs to…whoever it is who actually owns Missing. Can't say that I know. So don't sue—I'm broke, it ain't worth it. Just enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Assistant Director John Pollock stood next to his desk, phone in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. "No, uh…yes ma'am. Yes, I understand. I will get that paperwork over to you by tomorrow morning. Uh huh, I'll take care of it. Bye." With a sigh he hung up the phone and began to fiddle with some of the numerous papers that covered his desk.

"So this is what the big bad FBI man does with his time, huh?" Pollock looked up to see a familiar face smirking at him from his doorway. A confused smile crossed his face.

"Hey you," Pollock said, as the petite teenager moseyed into the room. He gave his niece an once-over, taking in her rag-tag look and gestured to the recently added green and purple streaks in her dark short hair. "What's with…this?"

"What?" Rebeka shrugged her thin shoulders and flashed her uncle a grin. "They wash out. It's for troupe."

The older man nodded knowingly. "Oh." His niece's theater troupe was infamous for their pseudo-punk look and their reputation of putting a new spin on classic plays. "I take it this means you got the part?"

Now the teenager's grin transformed into a full 100-watt beaming smile. "Yeah. I got the part." The newest production planned for the Warehouse Theater was a rendition of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Beka had been up to play the part of Puck. "You're gonna come right? I can get you opening night tickets."

Pollock laughed and nodded. "I'll be there. So what brings you by here?" he asked, propping himself on the corner of his desk. Beka stuck her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, acting in a manner that somehow reminded him of Agent Mastriani when she wanted to avoid a question.

"I had to stop by Personnel, so I thought I'd pop up and say hey," she answered nonchalantly. "How're things going?"

"Well, it's pretty slow right now. Course that could change at any given moment." Pollock gave his niece a confused sort of smile. "Did you say you were down in Personnel?"

Beka ducked her head nervously. "Yeah," she answered slowly. Pollock sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Bek, I thought we talked about that." The teenager rolled her eyes.

"No, you talked about it. I never agreed to anything." Pollock shook his head and stood, circling back around his desk and sitting in his chair. "Uncle John, I'm seventeen. You can't expect me to just walk away from an opportunity like this."

"Ah. So I take it that you put in your application for the internship," Pollock said softly, his voice taking on the hard edge that it usually did when he wasn't happy with one of his agents. Beka simply crossed her arms against her chest and raised her eyebrows.

"I did." At his expression she rolled her eyes and sighed. "It's an internship, Uncle John. It's not like I'm signing up for Quantico." There was a brief pause, and she opted for another line of reasoning. "How am I supposed to decide what I'm going to do for the rest of my life if I don't explore my options?"

"I thought you were going to go to George Washington and do theater," Pollock protested. Beka just shrugged.

"And I probably will. But Uncle John," she sat in one of the chairs across from him, "if I don't at least do this internship, then I'm always gonna wonder if I would have preferred the FBI."

Pollock sighed heavily. "I know. It's just…this isn't the life I want for you."

Beka smiled softly. "I get it." Pushing her hands off of her knees she stood. "I gotta get to practice." Pollock stood as well and started around his desk as she headed for the door.

"Hey Bek." She turned to face him. "What're…what are you doing later?"

"I'm watching the twerps after rehearsal. Aunt Janice has her book club thing." Pollock nodded; a few times a month his wife met with a neighborhood book club, and Beka usually ended up babysitting her cousins.

"You, uh, want to grab some dinner later? I should be out of here by the time you get done with the kids."

Beka grinned and nodded. "Sure. If memory serves me correctly, you've been owing me dinner for awhile now anyway."

"Yeah, well, at least dinner with you gives me a little bit more time before I have to go back to my cold, soulless hotel room."

After a moment she bit her lip and gave her uncle an odd glance. "You and Aunt Janice still…eh?" Pollock hung his head and nodded.

"Yeah."

The girl gave him a sympathetic smile. Before she could speak again, however, he took a deep breath and looked at her. "Be sure to give the kids a hug and a kiss for me?"

"You bet." Pollock nodded.

"Good." There was a slightly awkward pause. "Come on, I'll walk you out."

The two exited Pollock's office and walked out into the bullpen area. Pollock immediately spotted Agents Cortez, Scott, and Mastriani laughing around Cortez's desk. The two women straightened when they saw their boss and Antonio swiveled in his chair to see what they were looking at.

Jess and Nicole exchanged a small glance when they caught sight of the young woman with their boss. The girl said something that caused Pollock to laugh, and it seemed odd to them to see him at ease while at work. On their way to the elevators Pollock stopped by the desk, teenager in tow.

"Agents, I'd like you to meet my niece Rebeka. Beka, these are Agents Cortez, Scott, and Mastriani. My wonder team, if you will," Pollock said, introducing them. Beka smiled and shook hands with Nicole and Jess and waved to Antonio. The group murmured various greetings; Beka caught a 'Hi' from Antonio and a 'How are you?' from Jess. She'd heard her uncle mention them before, so it was nice to have names to put with faces.

"So, Beka, what brings you out here?" Nicole asked, crossing her arms against her chest and leaning back onto the desk.

"Well, I had to drop off my application for an internship here at the FBI and I thought I'd pop up and see my uncle," she answered. A quick glance to Pollock's face told the team that he was not particularly pleased. Beka could sense the subtle change in his mood as well, and decided to bow out gracefully.

"It was great to meet you guys, but I've got to run to practice. Uncle John, do you want to meet me at the house, or…"

"I'll call you," Pollock cut in, nodding. Beka smiled.

"Great!" Beka stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug. "Love ya, Uncle John."

"Love you too," he answered, just before releasing her. Beka waved to the group off agents and headed for the elevators. "Drive safe!" Pollock called after her. She smirked at him just before climbing on board the elevator and disappearing from view. There was a brief moment of silence among the group.

"Well she seems nice," Nicole commented. Pollock grinned.

"Yeah, yeah, she's, uh…she's a good kid," he answered, rubbing the back of his head, before turning and walking back into his office.

With no current case to work on, paperwork ruled the day. After working, or rather semi-working, through the morning, Jess stood and stretched from her desk and prepared to grab some lunch with Nicole. As she was walking down the hallway, however, a strange sight caused her to stop in her tracks.

Rebeka stood in her path, in the middle of the hallway. The teenager stood rigid, staring at Jess desperately, breathing hard. "Rebeka?" Jess asked. She was surprised to see Pollock's niece back in the building so soon.

"You have to make them understand," Beka said in a strained voice. Jess looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You have to make them understand what's really happening!" she repeated, sounding even more desperate this time.

"Jess?" Nicole came up behind the younger agent, causing her to jump in surprise. Nicole regarded her partner oddly for a moment, recognizing the state Jess was in, but confused as to the cause. They weren't on a case, so why would Jess be having visions? "What is it?"

Jess looked Nicole, just as confused. "Pollock's niece," she answered.

"Rebeka?"

"Yeah." Without elaborating, Jess looked into her boss's office, seeing him on his cell phone. With a glance to Nicole, she headed for his door, reaching it just as he was hanging up. Jess gave a quick knock on the open door, giving Pollock just enough time to look up and acknowledge her presence before entering.

"Mastriani?"

Jess paused slightly as she tried to figure a way to word her awkward question. "Sir, do you know where your niece is right now?"

Whatever Pollock had expected to come out of his agent's mouth, he clearly hadn't thought that it would be anything like that. In fact, it was one of the few times that Jess had ever seen her boss flustered, even momentarily. "Why, uh…why do you ask that question, Mastriani?"

Jess cast a nervous look to Nicole, who had entered the office quietly, curious to see what was going on. "Sir, I had a vision. Of Rebeka. I…I think that she might be in trouble."

Pollock was quiet for a moment, looking down at his desk and absently tracing a pattern on its surface. Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at his agents. "Well, I just got off the phone with Beka." He looked down again, trying to process whatever it was that was going through his mind.

Jess and Nicole looked at him expectantly. "Sir?" the psychic asked. He looked up again.

"She, uh…she called to cancel dinner with me. Which is strange; usually I'm the one cancelling on her," Pollock said with a strained smile.

The two female agents exchanged a nervous glance. Jess's visions always meant something, and Pollock's niece was acting strangely. It was enough to send their instincts into overdrive.

"Well, how did she sound?" Nicole asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Again, their boss took a deep breath before answering.

"She sounded…stressed. She, um…" Pollock paused briefly. "She sounded like I would expect her to sound if she didn't think she was ever going to speak to me again." A hardened, more professional look came into Pollock's eyes as he shoved down whatever emotion he was feeling at that moment. But before he could continue with what he was going to say, his cell phone rang again. Glancing at the caller id, he opened it quickly.

"Janice, hi," he answered. He was quiet for several moments as he listened to his wife. "Yeah, I saw her earlier today." Jess and Nicole exchanged a look as they watched their boss carefully. "Really? No, it's just…well, she cancelled on me too. Yeah…we were gonna grab something to eat after she got done with the kids. Well…have you talked to Susan?...Yeah, yeah, I know they're going out of town. Look, what exactly did Beka tell you?...Yeah, she said the same thing to me…Alright, well, listen, Janice, if you hear from her again, call me right away, alright?...No…well, I don't know if anything's wrong of not. Just call my cell if you hear from Bek, okay? Alright, well…I'll talk to you later. Yeah…you too. Bye." Pollock flipped his cell phone closed and turned to face his agents. Practically all emotion was erased from his face as he let the professional side of him take over. With both hands on his desk, he leaned over slightly.

"Okay, so apparently Beka called Janice and told her that she couldn't baby-sit tonight. She didn't explain, just said that something had come up. So, Mastriani, what exactly did you see?"

Jess took a deep breath. "Well…it was Beka. She was standing in the hallway. And she said 'You have to make them understand. You have to make them understand what's really happening.'"

Pollock looked at her, his hands on his hips. "Is that it?"

Jess exchanged a glance with her partner, clearly not wanting to say what else had been so strong about the vision. The younger agent opened her mouth a couple of times before the sound actually succeeded in coming out. "Well, she…" Jess trailed off and took a deep breath before trying again. "I got the sense that she was scared."

Pollock held the psychic's gaze for a long moment, trying to discern if there was anything that she was keeping from him. After a long moment, he sighed. "Alright. Agents, please gather Agent Cortez and meet me downstairs."

"Sir?" Nicole asked as Pollock started to walk past them out of the office. He turned and looked at her.

"We're going to go the last place I know Rebeka was at."

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