Yayy for new au tale :) I was really excited when this first came to me! I hope everyone else is just as excited as i am:) so here is my new tale, please please read and enjoy!

we meet Charlie, Broyles and John in this chapter.

T for stuff. (lol)

I own the typos.

She was kind of bummed when she received her newest assignment. Los Angeles. She wasn't really a fan of the heat or the sun or desert after her latest stint in Afghanistan, trying to keep order between two military officers. She wanted to be in Chicago or New York, even Boston sounded better than another place in the sun and heat. But L.A. was having trouble, escalating gang violence, and just when the F.B.I. gets a foothold in the gangs leaders, there informant wriggles out of their grasp, either by suicide or murder. It wasn't a pleasant or a pretty scene, and Olivia's heart went out to the agents working hard.

So she took the assignment the moment she landed in Quantico, the manilla folder waiting for her in the hands of her supervisory agent, John Scott. She accepted the folder from her superior-slash-friend-with-benefits with a smile, but frowned when she saw what was inside.

"John," she started but he shook his head.

"I can't do anything about this Liv," he said with his shoulders sagging, "The orders came from above me. They need you down there, things are getting out of control."

Olivia sighed. John was right. She was very good at her job, and the amount of crime in L.A. was spiraling out of control. "All right," she said, sighing, "When do I leave?"

"Now."

"Now?" she squeaked. John nodded.

"Your stuff has already been transferred to the private plane that's in hanger 23. Your new supervisory agent as well as partner will be waiting inside the plane."

"Oh..all right," she murmured, a bit sad that she didn't get a chance to stay on the east coast at least one night before heading into the sunshine again. She had been on a plane for 15 hours already, she didn't really want to get on another one.

"Liv," John said gently, placing his hand on her cheek, "Look, I know it's hard on you, but you're good at your job, you throw a lot into it and that makes you one of the best agents I know. If I know you at all, you'll be back here in Virginia in 8 months, tops."

Olivia smiled with her lips closed. "Thanks."

"I'm right, Liv," he said brushing her arm.

"I'll be fine," she answered, "I guess I'll see you in a few months, maybe."

"Yeah," he answered absently. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek before he turned and walked down the hall. That was how it was when she left on any assignment, both of them weren't good with goodbyes and since they weren't actually dating, there was no reason to be upset about departing. Olivia sighed and hugged the file close to her body before starting off toward hanger 23 where her plane waited. Rounding the corner and throwing back the steel door she entered the large hanger where a white jet sat waiting. Two men, a tall thinnish black man and a shorter, stockier hispanic man wearing mirror aviators were leaning against the bottom of the planes stairs.

"Special Agent Olivia Dunham," she said approaching them with a hand outstretched. No one spoke for a moment and no one took her hand.

"No one send they'd be sending me a girl," the black man said with a hint of spite in his voice, "Might as well have sent me a dead man."

"Excuse me?"

"Sir."

"What?"

"It's excuse me, sir," the man spat, "My name is Supervisory Special Agent Broyles."

Olivia's back stiffened. Was this man to be her new boss?

"Special Agent Charlie Francis," said the shorter man, "And do worry about him kid, he's just bitter about not having enough man power in his division."

"Key word being 'man'," he said, turning his back. Charlie let out a low chuckle.

"Don't worry about him," Charlie said.

"Is the department only women?" Olivia asked. Charlie laughed again.

"Hardly, you're the first woman we've received."

"Then why is he so upset?" Olivia asked as they boarded. Charlie shook his head.

"The case."

"Oh."

Charlie gave her a lopsided smile before dropping into a white leather seat near the table. He motioned for her to sit next to him while Broyles was seated at the back of the plane with an airplane phone pressed to his ear.

"So," Charlie commented, "Where are you transferring from?"

"Afghanistan."

Charlie looked at her in approval, "You might have just made a point in Broyles book."

"How so?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"You're not a desk jockey."

"Score one," she murmured, turning over the cover of the case file.

"Ah, reading up?" he said, "Let me help you. The gang doesn't have a name, or if it does, we don't know it. From what we know they run drugs through already established drug cartels in the area as well as run weapons through arms dealers. We also think that the leader or leaders are well to do and smart business men from upper classes, probably white men."

"Well, what did I need the file for?" she said with a small smile. She heard the planes turbines start up and settled back into her seat. Charlie laughed at her comment.

"Yeah, I've been on the case since the first murder," he said grimly.

"How many have their been since then?" she asked.

"26 casualties," Broyles spoke up, "I won't even bother to list off the injuries, unless you'd like to know that too."

"I would sir," Olivia argued, "I am part of the team now too."

"You are not part of the team," he spat at her, "You were brought in because some desk jockies were needed."

"I am not a desk jockey," she answered defiantly, "And I will not sit here let you insult me simply because I am a woman."

Broyles laughed bitterly at her, his eyes to dark black pupils, "There is nothing simple about being a woman, agent. And it's sir."

"Sir," she said, before turning and looking out the window. Biting down on her bottom lip she rolled it between her teeth and watch as she left her beloved Virginia, heading now to the West coast.

all rright, how was that? off to a good AU-ish start. oh and yes *SPOILER ALERT* peter appears next chapter.