Title: Transfer
Author: Katelynne
Rating: PG-13, for possible future adult themes.
Characters: Martin, Danny, Sam, Vivian, and Jack from Without A Trace and my own character Josephine "Josie" Sinclair
Disclaimer. The characters from Without a Trace are not of my creation, but I use them with only the utmost respect.
Description: The team welcomes new hire Josie Sinclair to the department.
Category: General
Feedback: please, on list or off, laws4907@uidaho.edu
Danny Taylor had barely shrugged off his overcoat when Martin Fitzgerald approached him. "Jack wants us all in the conference room."
"Do you know what's up?" Danny quickly fell into stride next to his friend.
Martin shrugged, "Vivian said we are getting a new person from the L.A. branch."
"Oh..." Danny sighed before remembering that Martin had been the new guy not so long ago, "I love new people!! New people are great." He winked at the young agent and laughed as they both walked through the door of the conference room.
Martin and Danny took seats on either side of Samantha Spade and were shortly joined by Vivian Johnson, who sat across from Danny. Sam looked at Vivian and asked, "So, what do you know about the new girl?" Danny's ears perked up, "The new person is a woman?"
Vivian cut Danny a look, "Simmer down, Romeo, and remember she's a fellow agent." Martin smirked and was about to get in a subtle jab at Danny's expense, when Jack Malone walked into the room followed by a woman of about 30. She had a slight frame, but looked like she could handle the job. Her auburn hair was cut in a short stylish cut and framed a set of blue-green eyes. Martin wondered if Danny was already thinking of an "in" with her.
Jack cleared his throat, "Good morning everyone. I'd like you all to meet Josephine Sinclair. She just transferred from the L.A. branch and will be our new computer analysis expert. She'll be available for all types of analysis including videos, photos, and audio. Let's give her a warm welcome."
Josephine smiled a bit and nodded at everyone at the table. Vivian was the first to speak, "Welcome to New York, Josephine."
"Please, call me Josie." The woman smiled and shook Vivian's hand firmly. Everyone around the table followed suit, welcoming Josie to the team.
Later that day, Sam sat with Josie going over a video analysis, "Could we zoom in here?"
Josie nodded, "Yeah, if I clear this section up, I think we can get a pretty clear picture of whoever is reflected in the mirror there." Josie tapped a few keys and the image snapped into focus. "Wow, you're good." Sam admired Josie's ability with the computer. "Can you print that out so I can start showing it around to some of the people in Taylor Brainerd's office? Maybe someone will recognize him."
"Sure thing," Josie clicked print on the monitor and waited as the machine next to her sputtered to life. Sam grabbed the sheet and thanked Josie as she sauntered off, a woman on a mission. Josie watched Sam walk away and admired her tenacity. Josie knew what it was like to work twice as hard as the men in the office to prove herself. Of course that had been before David had... she shook the painful memory from her head. It amazed her how she could still feel such hurt at the thought of him.
Glancing at the clock she realized she needed to head home. Grabbing her coat and briefcase she went to Jack's office. He wasn't in and she guessed he was out in the field. She shrugged; Jack knew her responsibilities. That was why she had been transferred in the first place; she needed a position with some stable hours and no fieldwork. She'd waited a long time for the transfer to go through and she was thankful to be here. She hoped she could make Jack and his team thankful to have her.
Martin's stomach growled when he finally reached the door to Josie's apartment. Only a few minutes more and I can grab a cheeseburger or something, he thought. He lifted his hand to knock when he heard the sound of a young boy laughing from inside. He furrowed his brows and double- checked the apartment number. He was at the right place. His knock was answered immediately by the owner of the voice he'd just heard from the other side of the door. The young boy had sandy blonde hair that curled around his ears, "You're not the pizza guy." The boy said in an accusatory voice.
"No... I'm not. I was looking for Josie Sinclair?" Martin said warily.
The kid stepped back slightly, "Mom!!" Interesting, Martin thought briefly, Jack didn't mention a family. He wondered what her husband was like.
Josie hurried in from another room, digging into her wallet for money. She stopped short when she saw Martin, "Oh... we thought you were the pizza man."
Martin chuckled, "So I heard... sorry to disappoint everyone." Josie looked up at him questioningly, so Martin continued, "You left before we all got back... Jack wanted me to stop by on my way home to drop off your pager."
"Oh... I didn't realize that I hadn't gotten everything taken care of." Josie bit her lip, "Come on in." She opened the door wider, inviting Martin inside. The agent looked around assessing the surroundings. The living room was small but comfortable. A hallway led off to the left, presumably to the bedrooms and bathroom. A small kitchenette was to the left and included a small dining table. It was a nice place, but something felt off to him. He took another look around. He saw a pair of boys sneakers haphazardly kicked off next to the door and two coats hanging above them, one small and masculine, and one that was definitely a woman's coat. Martin realized what seemed off. There was no sign of a man. He realized that he'd made a false assumption. Josie had a son, but she wasn't married. He suddenly felt foolish for jumping to conclusions.
"This is my son, Ryan. Ryan, this is Martin Fitzgerald, one of my co- workers." Martin nodded at the boy as Josie asked, "Do I need to sign for the pager? We did in L.A."
"Oh, yeah." Martin nodded. He reached into the pocket of his wool coat and pulled out a slip of paper. "You need to sign here, the pager number is on the back. You'll want to double check it against the number on the slip, just to make sure you've got the right one."
Josie took the slip of paper and the pager from Martin's hands and began to study the numbers. Martin looked down at Ryan who was studying him, "So... you're in the FBI, huh?"
Martin nodded, "Yes I am." He felt like he was under a microscope the way Ryan was examining him with large brown eyes.
"Have you ever shot anyone?" Ryan asked bluntly.
Martin's heart leapt into his throat. He had shot a man and killed him, but he wasn't about to say that to this kid. He struggled for the right words as Josie's head snapped in her son's direction, "Ryan James Sinclair... that is rude and inappropriate. Apologize now."
Ryan glanced down at his feet, "Sorry... I was just wondering..."
Martin smiled at the boy, a flood of relief at being saved from the difficult question, and feeling slightly sorry for the boy, "How old are you?" he asked.
"I'll be 8 in January." Ryan smiled proudly as Josie handed the slip of paper back over to Martin. Just then a knock sounded on the door for the second time that evening.
"If that's not the pizza man, I'm going to cry," Josie chuckled hungrily. "Excuse me for a moment." She grabbed her wallet and went to the door. Quickly paying the pizza man, Josie returned with two large pies.
Ryan looked up at Martin, who was getting ready to excuse himself. The smell of pepperoni and garlic reminded him urgently that he needed to get home and get dinner himself. "Hey, you want to have some pizza? Mom always orders too much."
Martin shook his head, "Nah, I'd better let you guys..."
Josie interrupted, "Nonsense. Ryan is right, I always order too much. You'd think I'd break the habit of getting two..." she trailed off, realizing she was sharing too much. "Anyway, we have more than enough."
Martin's mouth watered as the smell of the pizza teased his nostrils once again and made the decision, "Okay... only if it's no trouble."
"No trouble at all. Ryan, get three plates." Josie smiled at the boy as Martin took off his coat.
Author: Katelynne
Rating: PG-13, for possible future adult themes.
Characters: Martin, Danny, Sam, Vivian, and Jack from Without A Trace and my own character Josephine "Josie" Sinclair
Disclaimer. The characters from Without a Trace are not of my creation, but I use them with only the utmost respect.
Description: The team welcomes new hire Josie Sinclair to the department.
Category: General
Feedback: please, on list or off, laws4907@uidaho.edu
Danny Taylor had barely shrugged off his overcoat when Martin Fitzgerald approached him. "Jack wants us all in the conference room."
"Do you know what's up?" Danny quickly fell into stride next to his friend.
Martin shrugged, "Vivian said we are getting a new person from the L.A. branch."
"Oh..." Danny sighed before remembering that Martin had been the new guy not so long ago, "I love new people!! New people are great." He winked at the young agent and laughed as they both walked through the door of the conference room.
Martin and Danny took seats on either side of Samantha Spade and were shortly joined by Vivian Johnson, who sat across from Danny. Sam looked at Vivian and asked, "So, what do you know about the new girl?" Danny's ears perked up, "The new person is a woman?"
Vivian cut Danny a look, "Simmer down, Romeo, and remember she's a fellow agent." Martin smirked and was about to get in a subtle jab at Danny's expense, when Jack Malone walked into the room followed by a woman of about 30. She had a slight frame, but looked like she could handle the job. Her auburn hair was cut in a short stylish cut and framed a set of blue-green eyes. Martin wondered if Danny was already thinking of an "in" with her.
Jack cleared his throat, "Good morning everyone. I'd like you all to meet Josephine Sinclair. She just transferred from the L.A. branch and will be our new computer analysis expert. She'll be available for all types of analysis including videos, photos, and audio. Let's give her a warm welcome."
Josephine smiled a bit and nodded at everyone at the table. Vivian was the first to speak, "Welcome to New York, Josephine."
"Please, call me Josie." The woman smiled and shook Vivian's hand firmly. Everyone around the table followed suit, welcoming Josie to the team.
Later that day, Sam sat with Josie going over a video analysis, "Could we zoom in here?"
Josie nodded, "Yeah, if I clear this section up, I think we can get a pretty clear picture of whoever is reflected in the mirror there." Josie tapped a few keys and the image snapped into focus. "Wow, you're good." Sam admired Josie's ability with the computer. "Can you print that out so I can start showing it around to some of the people in Taylor Brainerd's office? Maybe someone will recognize him."
"Sure thing," Josie clicked print on the monitor and waited as the machine next to her sputtered to life. Sam grabbed the sheet and thanked Josie as she sauntered off, a woman on a mission. Josie watched Sam walk away and admired her tenacity. Josie knew what it was like to work twice as hard as the men in the office to prove herself. Of course that had been before David had... she shook the painful memory from her head. It amazed her how she could still feel such hurt at the thought of him.
Glancing at the clock she realized she needed to head home. Grabbing her coat and briefcase she went to Jack's office. He wasn't in and she guessed he was out in the field. She shrugged; Jack knew her responsibilities. That was why she had been transferred in the first place; she needed a position with some stable hours and no fieldwork. She'd waited a long time for the transfer to go through and she was thankful to be here. She hoped she could make Jack and his team thankful to have her.
Martin's stomach growled when he finally reached the door to Josie's apartment. Only a few minutes more and I can grab a cheeseburger or something, he thought. He lifted his hand to knock when he heard the sound of a young boy laughing from inside. He furrowed his brows and double- checked the apartment number. He was at the right place. His knock was answered immediately by the owner of the voice he'd just heard from the other side of the door. The young boy had sandy blonde hair that curled around his ears, "You're not the pizza guy." The boy said in an accusatory voice.
"No... I'm not. I was looking for Josie Sinclair?" Martin said warily.
The kid stepped back slightly, "Mom!!" Interesting, Martin thought briefly, Jack didn't mention a family. He wondered what her husband was like.
Josie hurried in from another room, digging into her wallet for money. She stopped short when she saw Martin, "Oh... we thought you were the pizza man."
Martin chuckled, "So I heard... sorry to disappoint everyone." Josie looked up at him questioningly, so Martin continued, "You left before we all got back... Jack wanted me to stop by on my way home to drop off your pager."
"Oh... I didn't realize that I hadn't gotten everything taken care of." Josie bit her lip, "Come on in." She opened the door wider, inviting Martin inside. The agent looked around assessing the surroundings. The living room was small but comfortable. A hallway led off to the left, presumably to the bedrooms and bathroom. A small kitchenette was to the left and included a small dining table. It was a nice place, but something felt off to him. He took another look around. He saw a pair of boys sneakers haphazardly kicked off next to the door and two coats hanging above them, one small and masculine, and one that was definitely a woman's coat. Martin realized what seemed off. There was no sign of a man. He realized that he'd made a false assumption. Josie had a son, but she wasn't married. He suddenly felt foolish for jumping to conclusions.
"This is my son, Ryan. Ryan, this is Martin Fitzgerald, one of my co- workers." Martin nodded at the boy as Josie asked, "Do I need to sign for the pager? We did in L.A."
"Oh, yeah." Martin nodded. He reached into the pocket of his wool coat and pulled out a slip of paper. "You need to sign here, the pager number is on the back. You'll want to double check it against the number on the slip, just to make sure you've got the right one."
Josie took the slip of paper and the pager from Martin's hands and began to study the numbers. Martin looked down at Ryan who was studying him, "So... you're in the FBI, huh?"
Martin nodded, "Yes I am." He felt like he was under a microscope the way Ryan was examining him with large brown eyes.
"Have you ever shot anyone?" Ryan asked bluntly.
Martin's heart leapt into his throat. He had shot a man and killed him, but he wasn't about to say that to this kid. He struggled for the right words as Josie's head snapped in her son's direction, "Ryan James Sinclair... that is rude and inappropriate. Apologize now."
Ryan glanced down at his feet, "Sorry... I was just wondering..."
Martin smiled at the boy, a flood of relief at being saved from the difficult question, and feeling slightly sorry for the boy, "How old are you?" he asked.
"I'll be 8 in January." Ryan smiled proudly as Josie handed the slip of paper back over to Martin. Just then a knock sounded on the door for the second time that evening.
"If that's not the pizza man, I'm going to cry," Josie chuckled hungrily. "Excuse me for a moment." She grabbed her wallet and went to the door. Quickly paying the pizza man, Josie returned with two large pies.
Ryan looked up at Martin, who was getting ready to excuse himself. The smell of pepperoni and garlic reminded him urgently that he needed to get home and get dinner himself. "Hey, you want to have some pizza? Mom always orders too much."
Martin shook his head, "Nah, I'd better let you guys..."
Josie interrupted, "Nonsense. Ryan is right, I always order too much. You'd think I'd break the habit of getting two..." she trailed off, realizing she was sharing too much. "Anyway, we have more than enough."
Martin's mouth watered as the smell of the pizza teased his nostrils once again and made the decision, "Okay... only if it's no trouble."
"No trouble at all. Ryan, get three plates." Josie smiled at the boy as Martin took off his coat.