This is my very first Diagnosis Murder fanfic ever! Okay, so maybe it's not the best, but I'm planning to write more and hope do better ones than this. My family has enjoyed the show for years, and we are finally getting it on DVD. I don't own DM or the characters. I do own Stacy and 'Kat' Katherine, and Annie.

I don't own Sue Thomas FBEye either, but the opening scene of the episode "Adventures in Babysitting" gave me the inspiration for this little story.

I hope someone likes this.

19-year-old Stacy Sloan felt a cold, wet nose nudging her arm. Stacy wanted to stay asleep. She didn't feel like waking up. Then she felt a soft, warm tongue licking her face. "Oh, all right." Stacy sighed and opened her eyes. Annie, the Australian Shepherd was right in her face. "What do you want, girl?" Stacy moaned and glanced at her alarm clock: 3:30 A.M. Annie kept nudging her wrist. "What is it?" She asked again in exasperation.

Annie trotted toward the door and kept looking back to Stacy. "You want me to let you out?" Stacy inquired, pulling her bathrobe on and followed the dog outside of the bedroom into the hallway. Annie lowered her head and growled lowly. Stacy's eyes widened as she tip-toed after the dog. She was considering calling for her dad, Steve but decided first to find out the dog was getting frazzled about. Annie stopped at the closed bathroom door. The light underneath the crack was on, revealing that someone was in there. Stacy shook her head and knelt down next to the dog.

"Is that all?" She chuckled. "Annie, really. This is ridiculous. You're silly. It's probably just Kat." She smiled, scratching Annie's ears. The door slightly opened ajar as the light inside was turned off. "It's just me, Kat. Annie got all..." Stacy stopped when she saw an unfamiliar, short figure standing in front of her! It was very dark, but from what she was able to make out, it was definitely a man, and not Steve or Mark!

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Stacy screeched at the top of her lungs. The man screamed too, taken very much by surprise. Annie barked ferociously. "DAD! Dad, come quick!" At her first loud scream that had reached his ears, Steve had been instantly jerked awake from a sound sleep and had snatched up his pistol then scrambled out of bed. Without thinking as she continued to shriek, calling for Steve, Stacy charged forward and rammed herself into the guy, sending him backwards down the stairs. The guy groaned as he thudded loudly in his tumble. Stacy turned and quickly grabbed a glass vase from the table against the wall, swinging her arms back. Heavy footsteps were pounding behind her as Steve's tall, large silhouette rushed passed and cautiously approached the culprit lying miserably at the bottom of the stairs.

"Stay back!" Steve commanded her and raised his pistol as he trumped down the stairs. Stacy leaned over the edge of the railing to watch, keeping her weapon ready for action."Freeze! Don't move a muscle or I'll shoot!" Steve bellowed, aiming his gun straight down at the guy and pressing his foot hard onto the fellow's torso to keep him down. The prowler gasped and groaned.

"Steve? What's going on?!" Mark exclaimed as he appeared behind Stacy, clasping Steve's old walking cane in his fist.

"What is it? What happened?!" Stacy's 16 almost 17-year-old sister Katherine 'Kat' asked as she emerged from her bedroom, holding one of her small weight lifts out for self-defense.

"I've got him. Dad? Turn on the lights." Steve ordered, not removing his gaze or his gun from the person helplessly pinned beneath him. Stacy and Kat both crept down the stairs after their grandpa, tightly clenching their weapons, in case the guy made a break.

"S...ah! S...St..." The culprit tried to breathe. Mark reached the wall and, raising the cane in his other hand, flipped on the light switch. Everyone gaped and gasped in shock.