Hi guys, I am back with my new Lucy and Wyatt fic. Actually, this will include Lucy and Wyatt, but it will actually include everyone. I will have some Rufus/Jiya because there are not enough fanfics out there about them, I will have our favorite anti-hero, Garcia Flynn. Overall, I am really excited about this, guys, I like this story and the places it could go a lot and I hope you do to. All mistakes are my own, sorry about the grammar, and I also do not own own Timeless. I would love feedback, so please just leave me a review after you read, happy reading!

The click of heels down the marble hallway was not in any way definitive. There was no way to tell who was wearing those heels unless one turned around and looked at the person wearing them. It could have been any number of people: Katerina, come to drag her to congratulate Team Delta Force Zero on taking another person down from the Most Wanted List, or Melissa, who would thrust food and beverage into her hand and watch her like a hawk as she devoured it, or Tina, come to give her an update or any new information to add to her board. Despite this undeniable fact that it could have been any of these people, Lucy Preston knew exactly who it was. Perhaps it was the special circumstances. Her friends knew that disturbing her in in situation was a bad idea, especially since Christopher had provisionally expelled her from OCODTF 2 or the Office of Communications and Oversight for Deployed Teams and Forces room 2. Team Delta Force Zero's operation had filled OCODTF 1 up to almost full capacity.

Lucy doesn't turn from where she is slumped in her comfy office chair to face her visitor. She already knows what they had come to tell her. "The mission was a failure. He got away." Lucy announces with a sigh.

"Well, to be more accurate, the Strike Force never laid eyes on him. As always, he's ten steps ahead," Agent Christopher corrects, still clicking the rest of the way to Lucy's desk.

"Maybe if I had been in there— "

"Nothing would have changed," Christopher insists, cutting her off. "having you inside the room watching and on comms wouldn't have made a difference."

"It might have," Lucy says, frustrated. She spins her chair around to face Christopher standing there with her button-up shirt, business jacket, pencil skirt, and heels. "I never should have told you," Lucy bites out.

"Actually, you should have told me sooner. It was the right call, Lucy. Just like me locking the OCODTF 2 doors on you was the right call. Your safety is priority." Christopher shoots right back.

"Did they at least get anything?" Lucy asks. Christopher shakes her head. "Damn," Lucy mutters. "if he had left behind even one shred of evidence, I could have argued that he was only 5 steps ahead."

"I don't care if he's five or ten steps ahead, because I need him to zero steps ahead. That or we need to be the ones ahead of him."

"He's been at the top of the Most Wanted List for nearly a year and I don't think we're any closer to getting him. Sometimes it feels like I was closer at the beginning of the year," Lucy says, her frustration resonating in her voice.

"Well, the good thing is that I plan to change that."

"How?" Lucy asks skeptically, her eyebrows raising.

"By putting together a specialized team."

"A team? That I'm going to be a part of? To go after him?" Lucy's voice has risen two octaves by the time she asks the last question.

"Yes."

"To which one?"

"All three."

"I am an analyst, that's what I do. I see the big picture and then break it down into smaller pictures. I compile information and connect the dots, I stay in down in the analyst department with my desk and my boards. The only field work I deal with, is being in the OCODTF watching."

"You'll be trained for field work, Lucy, don't worry. Like I said, your safety is priority." Christopher assures her.

"It's like you didn't hear anything I just said." Lucy scoffs in disbelief at Agent Christopher.

"It's already been approved by the director, and I'm your new Commanding Officer now. Whether you agree to be a part of this team, or want it, it's already done." Christopher was using her no-nonsense, strict voice that Lucy had seen snap many agents into action.

"Fine." Lucy concedes, knowing that there's no way out of this. All of a sudden, Lucy feels excitement rising unbidden in her stomach. Maybe this would be the key, maybe with this new taskforce, they would finally catch him. "Who else is going to be on the team?"

"Agent Logan— "

"Wit, the Agent Logan that's upstairs celebrating his success with Team Delta Force Zero?" Lucy asks incredulously. Everyone had heard of Agent Logan. Aside from being on Team Delta Force Zero, who had the most success rate in taking names down from the Most Wanted List, his name was a popular one from went he went off the rails due to his wife's death four years ago. Jessica Logan's death broke him, turned him into a shell. He spent all his time at work trying to find her killer and failing to channel his anger while he spent all his free time getting drunk until he passed out. The Director agreed to take on Jessica's case for Wyatt, with the caveat that Wyatt agreed to stay out of it. He agreed, then immediately went back on his word. For a while, Jessica had her own board down here. Lucy remembers wishing she could join in to help a fellow agent, but being told that her work was too important. The situation got progressively worse every day until the Director himself told Wyatt that if he came to work, he would either not be allowed to enter the building in the first place, or he would be escorted out by other field agents. After that, Wyatt was absent from the FBI for a while. Then came the news that the case went cold. About a month after the announcement that the case was dropped, Wyatt made a reappearance. He was back; back as an agent, back on his team. But he was never the same. He had become more closed off and snappy, not that she knew him personally, it was just what she heard. But she knew he liked being a field agent and working with other field agents. Him working with her? No way. "The Wyatt Logan that will not like working with an analyst that has zero field experience?"

"Yes, that Wyatt. He's not as bad as the office rumors make him out to seem. He has a bit of a rough exterior, but trust me and give him a chance. I wouldn't be putting him on this team unless I had complete confidence in him."

"Confidence in ability and confidence in character are two different things." Lucy states. Wyatt could do his job well, but he could also be a jerk to work with. Christopher simply levels her with a stare. "Okay, okay. Who else is on the team?"

"Rufus Carlin will be the tech that enters the field with you while Jiya Marri will be tech support from within. Connor Mason will be a consultant. He'll be back in forth between our team and running the science and tech division. If we need a medical examiner, I have one lined up." Rufus Carlin? Jiya Marri? Connor Mason? Rufus was well known as the protégé of Connor Mason, hand-picked and placed on a gleaming pedestal. Lucy was aware of the bitter tone some people took on when talking about him, but as Lucy understood it, Rufus lived in poverty before Mason found him. She'd heard that Rufus worked twice as hard as anybody in the science and tech division just to prove that he belonged there.

Lucy could understand where he was coming from. Her own mother was a world-class agent from the CIA. Carol Preston was a legend and that was precisely why Lucy had chosen FBI instead of CIA. Some shadows were simply too large to even attempt to live in or crawl out from underneath.

Personally, Lucy knew that the slightly pretentious, acclaimed genius that headed the science and tech division fancied himself as a philanthropist. Rufus was not his first protégé or the first person from the science and tech division that he had handpicked and plucked from 'bad living situations'. Taking that into account, she figured that people would be accustomed to people like Rufus in their division. Guess not. Sometimes envy is its own force of nature.

Lastly was Jiya Marri. She didn't know much about the girl other than she was a nerdy, well-liked tech. Well, she didn't know much besides the knowledge she gained from endlessly giggling and gossiping tech and science agents. Apparently, one Rufus Carlin had a crush on Jiya the size of the Titanic and the iceberg it crashed into combined.

Fantastic. The entire team assembled boiled down to a solider, a traveling teach, a stay-at-home-tech, a snobby philanthropist, and her, the failed analyst that the FBI, and virtually everyone, is counting on without even knowing that she is a failure. "I don't have the best feeling about this team," Lucy admits softly.

"I do." Agent Christopher relies confidently. "I'd start packing up your things to take into your new 'headquarters' tomorrow," Christopher calls over her shoulder as she click, click, clicks her way back down the hallway.

This was only the brief little intro, my chapters will be longer than this. Please tell me what you think and leave a review. Thank you to everyone who read, you guys are amazing.