A/N: Okay, so this is my first Sue Thomas: F. story. I haven't seen all of the episodes, but I've fallen in love with the show. I'm a huge fan of Yannick Bisson and Rick Peters as well. So, before we get started, I'd like to dedicate this story to proudtobeamerican18. I really owe her (at least, I'm assuming she's a she. If not, many apologies). Anyways. Proudtobeamerican18 has helped me so much, and given me the inspiration and the kick in the pants I needed to actually post this. I accept constructive criticism, but any flames will only get you an angry author. And nobody wants that, right?
Chapter 1
Jack sighed as Tommy handed him his key. The aforementioned Tommy gave him a sympathetic smile.
"I'm really sorry about this Jack. You know I wouldn't leave you hanging like this, but my mom really needs my help in taking care of my dad back home."
"Don't worry about it Tommy. I hope your dad gets better soon. Wish him my best." Jack replied. Jack heaved another sigh as he flopped down onto his leather couch. "Another roommate bites the dust," he muttered as he changed the channel on his T.V. to the news and muted it. It had become a habit ever since 9/11; Jack always felt the need to know exactly what was happening in the world when he wasn't working with the F.B.I..
Tommy was Jack's fourth roommate in a year. The first, Toby, had left because Jack kept waking him up when he came home at insane hours of the night, or morning as it sometimes was. He had said that he was happy to have lived with 'one of America's finest', but when 'saving the world' interrupted his sleep, he had to draw the line. The second, Lara, had had a job transfer from D.C. to Philadelphia. Stefanie, the third, had moved in with her boyfriend. Now Tommy.
Jack would have resigned himself to living alone if for the fact that his apartment was far too large for only one tenant, and the rent had just skyrocketed. Even his government salary would not cover the new expense. The open concept, two bedroom apartment got lonely when he was the only person living there.
Jack called up The Washington Post and placed a Want Ad for a new roommate. As Jack hung up and wandered into his bedroom to get ready for bed, he said a quick prayer to God that he would finally get a decent roommate that wasn't going to move or leave or complain.
"All I want is someone neat and easygoing that won't fuss about my unpredictable hours. Is that too much to ask?" Jack questioned his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Thinking of his past roommates and failed relationships, he began to believe that, maybe, his expectations were a tad too high.
A young brunette sat in a chair in a classy looking office in Washington, D.C.. A big, scary looking F.B.I agent sat in front of her. She had just received word that her internship with the F.B.I was a-go, so she had driven from New York to D.C. in order to hammer out the final details.
"So, Miss. Kennedy, what is it that you want to do with us, eventually?"
The brunette now identified as Miss. Kennedy looked up at the tall man in front of her and swallowed nervously. "Well, I'm taking refresher courses at the University of the District of Columbia, just to refresh my memory on my degree, which is in Criminology. After doing that, I hope to train to become a Special Agent. My time in Italy with the American Airforce has made me open my eyes to the world of law enforcement. So I thought to myself, if I'm going to become an agent of law enforcement, why not go all the way and become one of America's best?" She grimaced internally, wondering if she had chosen the wrong time to make a joke. But the agent in front of her laughed gutturally as he picked up the folder in front of him. She sighed in relief before adding, "Mostly, I just want to defend the Constitution of the United States and the rights of all Americans." Years ago, she and her best friend had memorized the phrase when she was helping him. Even then, he had been sure of his career path. He wanted to be a Special Agent in the F.B.I.. She had never thought that, years later, she would be following the same path.
The agent in front of her nodded thoughtfully. "Let me just make a call."
Mikayla Kennedy sighed in relief as the agent in front of her left the room. She nervously clicked her heels together, hearing as she did: "When you do that, do you say to yourself, "There's no place like home?"?" Even after 14 years, she couldn't forget the sound of her best friend's voice. Whenever he had seen her clicking her heels together, he would go over to her and rescue her from whatever situation she had found herself in, making sure to tease her about it later. She chuckled silently as she remembered her retort one such time: "Why do I need to think that when I know you'll come rescue me?" Shaking her head sadly, she remembered how much of a home he had been to her.
Mikayla closed her eyes for a moment to picture his smiling, happy, open face. People always thought they were 'together' or would get together, but they always laughed them. They were just best friends; siblings in all but blood. He was like a big brother, best friend, and father figure wrapped into one person. "Stop thinking about him!" she commanded herself. "It's been 14 years since you last saw him. So knock it off!"
"Penny for your thoughts?" the F.B.I agents voice interrupted her thoughts.
Mikayla quickly laughed it off. "My thoughts aren't worth a penny. I wouldn't even pay for them." Especially dangerous thoughts about the past, she added silently.
The agent laughed. "I highly doubt that." He slid her a sheet of paper and a pen. "I'm just going to need you to sign some paperwork." She quickly signed all of the documents, and fingerprinted the last box. "Well, you're officially in." He reached across the desk between them to shake her hand. "You'll be working with one of the best surveillance teams on the force. The supervisor is Ted Garrett; he'll be expecting you tomorrow morning at the Hoover Building. Congratulations!"
"Thank you so much!" She released the agent's hand, as she exited the room, moved down the hall, and left the building. She fairly skipped to her car, nearly tripping over her stilettos. She felt relief at finally being able to pull her life together after so many years.
She had worked her way through college at Columbia in New York. After getting her Masters in Criminology she had spent two years in Italy, rebuilding her faith and repairing what a priest there had called "her damaged soul". On her return back, she had joined the Airforce, and was sent straight back to Italy to work with Allied forces there. Not wanting to make the military her life, she decided to go back to school in order to join the F.B.I.. But the years between her high school experience and her college experience were damaging to her, and she just didn't want to think about them anymore. She started her car, intent on finding the closest newsstand. If she was going to stay in D.C., she felt that her first step would be to find a place to live.
A/N: I know it's on the shorter side, but I hope that you enjoyed it. Please read and review!
