A/N: And it didn't take long to start my second fanfiction. Yes I love the Ian Edgerton character. He doesn't get enough screen time so I guess it's up to the fanfiction universe. Just as a warning- I have no idea where I am going with this yet, the first part came to me and I just thought to jot it down :) Oh, and this is not tagged to the sniper zero episode but slightly inspired by it. It would probably fit somewhere in season 2 or 3 as Colby is here (and come on, how can we have a story without him?).

All the usual disclaimers. I own nothing and can only claim the OC. Also making no money off of this, otherwise I would quit my day job.


Don strolled into the bullpen half awake. The team was in overdrive trying to find a sniper that was terrorizing downtown LA. There had been three shootings in the span of a week. The incidents were occurring at random locations, and the victims were as random as well. And the whole team knew how Charlie felt about randomness.

His kid brother was driving himself crazy staring at maps and scribbling equation after equation on the board. After witnessing Charlie nearly faint from exhaustion, Don had immediately called in reinforcements. Help came in the form of the bastard son of John Wayne and Yoda. Don hated having to beg the higher ups to call Edgerton off of a manhunt in the Aleppo Mountains, but there was no one more qualified in Don's eyes to get control of this case.

Ian had arrived three days ago, having not even stopped in a hotel to change. His hiking boots were still covered in mud, and as he breezed into the bullpen he simply had acknowledged "Eppes" as he picked up the file. Don watched the older man work. Ian scanned through the files quickly but was more interested in the maps Charlie had put together complete with trajectory projections, photos, and useful data such as the weather the day of the shooting. The information did little for Ian's already terse demeanor. Don remembered heading toward the man, only to have Ian turn on his heels stating that he needed to make some calls, and two days later they were no further into the case than when he had arrived.

As Don came around the corner he stopped short as his gaze caught sight of an unfamiliar figure residing in the conference room. "Hey Colby, David, who's that" gestured Don, drawing the agents attention to the conference room. Both David and Colby had confused expressions on their faces. "Well how long has she been there?"

His agents just turned toward each other, hoping the other one had the answer. Don wasn't really angry with them, everyone was exhausted. And the stranger would be hard pressed to get through the building's security without having been stopped. "Some crack team I've got here," smirked Don as he headed toward the conference room with Colby and David on his heels.

Swinging the conference door open, the three agents stepped into the room. The mystery woman was half perched on one of the tables. One long leg was resting firmly on the ground while the other was tucked up underneath her. The woman appeared to be in her early 30s. She wore khaki cargo pants, a dark green tank and a dark blue jacket. Don caught sight of a few bruises marring her warm skin tone. The bruises and cuts appeared just under her collar bone, and a few along the hairline, and Don was sure there were more hidden beneath the jacket and clothing.

"Can we help you?" The woman didn't respond to Don's inquiry. She didn't even look up from the folder she was holding. When Don realized she was holding a case file he took a step closer but stopped when he caught sight of what appeared to be a blade of some sort along the woman's waist band. "WHO are you" Don asked firmly. Again, no response. The woman's dark black hair masked most of her face, and she continued to ignore the FBI agents as she thumbed through the case file. Don nodded to Colby who backed out of the room, emerging moments later along a side entrance to the conference room.

Though there was still no acknowledgment from the stranger, Don had no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly where everyone in the room was. To him, the woman resembled a bored leopard, and Don was being careful not to get bit.

Don had only encountered this type of persona in one other person before and Don's hand instinctively went to his own gun, holstered on his side. Both Colby and David mirrored Don's movements. At that moment, the other leopard Don had in mind swept into the room, two coffees in hand. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you" remarked Ian nonchalantly.

"And why exactly is that Ian," retorted Don. It was really too early in the morning to be playing these games.

"Because" said Ian walking toward the woman, "she'd drop all three of you before you even got a shot off." That got a small snort out the mystery guest who finally looked up long enough to take the coffee that was being offered.

"Took you long enough."

"I'm here aren't I" said the woman who tilted her cheek to meet the kiss Ian planted there. David's eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head, and Colby's mouth was slightly open with his brows furrowed.

Ian's hand shot and grabbed the woman by the chin, raising her head slightly up and to the side. Don saw Ian was clearly eying the bruises on her body. Anger flashed in his eyes before he calmly asked "Forget to duck?"

"Bite me," came the swift retort.

Don didn't think anyone would survive talking to Edgerton that way, but the comment was only met with a smirk, as Ian calmly waited for a more detailed response with eyebrows raised. "Fine" said the woman in a huff, finally putting the folder down, and looked up to match Ian's gaze. "A little scuffle outside of Helmand Province. I'm not exactly sure where a bunch of locals got their hands on Russian grenades. Something to ask them next time I'm in town. And hence the delay. It took some convincing to get the medics to release me. Satisfied?"

"Not really."

"Would it help if I told you the Marines flattened the town after?"

"Hmmm, sounds like the jar heads saved me the trip." Ian said with a smile. "They are useful on occasion."

The woman just rolled her eyes and Ian took a position next to her leaning in to bump her shoulder a bit. Don just stared. These two were carrying on like there was no one else in the room and as though the conversation they just has was completely normal. They could have been talking about the weather.

Don cleared his throat, and he suddenly had two pairs of steely eyes fixed on him. He unintentionally shifted his weight nervously.

"Question Eppes," asked Ian, tilting his head to one side, enjoying Don's discomfort a little too much.

"Gonna fill us in here Ian?"

"Where are my manners?" Ian continued, clearly amused. "May I introduce Sophia Edgerton. My sister."

Now it was Don's turn to have his mouth on the floor. Colby summed up what everyone was thinking. "Holy crap there's two of them?"