Ok, prerequisite AN: I don't own diddly squat, except the OC. Anyone who knows me on FB, knows I totally wish. Anyway, this is my first post, it's an intro chapter to kind of get you used to my OC. Does it suck, is it OK-ish? Didn't bother with Beta….any mistakes are totally my fault, but I kind of like them, it helps add personality I think. Whatever. Holla at your girl. Right now rating will be a T, but may change later, will let ya'll know on that. And on top of that, there may be cross over moments way later on down the road. Yeah, I ripped the 'title' off from the song by 'The Who'….slick reference, read on, you'll make the connect. And I personally think it fits the situation.

At about 5'4 and 115 lbs. with waist length curly dark brown hair and big brown doe eyes a woman like Alecta was sure to turn heads, especially when you top all of that off with her exaggerated hour-glass figure. Yeah, it rarely mattered who the audience consisted of, she was typically a crowd favorite; never mind the fact that it made her utterly uncomfortable.

Tonight found Alecta weaving her way through a decent crowd at one of the local hot spots in Quantico. She was alone. She had only moved out this way about two months ago and hadn't made a conscious effort to go out and actually meet people. Truth be told, she was in the midst of one of the worst divorces in the history of the free world. The last thing she needed was more baggage. But staring at the four walls of her little apartment was starting to lose its appeal.

So here she was, in all her glory, or lack thereof. Deep red camisole top under a vintage style tank top that advertised her unwavering support for 'The Who'….few things in life were as comforting to her as Roger Daltrey's primal scream….the man had a set of pipes that could kill, and when life flung a little too much BS your way, a good scream had the potential to clear things right up.

Next was her favorite pair of wide legged jeans, they were sooo faded, had holes in the knees and a few other choice places, topped off with a sparkly red belt with a chunky silver buckle. On her feet was a pair of her favorite 'combat' boots…she'd had them since she went through assassins training years ago…they were still in great shape, and she kept them cleaned up. But they were super comfortable, and you never knew when the moment would hit when you had to kick somebody's ass or take off running. Either way, she was about to be prepared. Not to mention as uncomfortable as she felt in these social situations, she needed to dress in something that helped her keep control of her nerves. This outfit did that. Hopefully she'd get out of this little experiment relatively unscathed.

Of course it didn't hurt that most of the regulars at this place new her, at least by sight. Years ago, when she was still young and dumb, she dated the guy who owned this joint (as well as a few others in other states) for a while. Though the relationship didn't last, they had remained on friendly enough terms over the years…enough so that she had VIP access at all of his businesses, and no cover charge, and if she was really good she could cop free drinks.

As she made her way through the crowd she could hear the odd "Hey girl….where have you been…". It was nice to be missed, even just a little.

Across the bar there was a group of people huddled around one of the larger tables in the place, there were seven of them. They were having a few rounds of drinks after a long week of work. There was a forty-something dark haired guy, seemed kinda stern. An older man, that she would've sworn was familiar to her, but she couldn't think of why just now. A younger guy that looked like he just quit his day job as a member of N'SYNC. A smoking hot chocolate daddy…she could already tell she was gonna wind up doing something illegal, and the chances were better than average he would be involved. There was dark haired woman with fine features…a blonde woman that Alecta could only describe as Barbie's evil twin…and a second blonde…this one Alecta would know anywhere. This woman was Penelope Garcia. Their paths had crossed more than once, it usually involved them saving each other's lives one way or the other.

Penelope and Alecta happened to make eye contact from maybe 15-20ft. apart. They gave each other the 'courtesy' nod of recognition, but didn't take the contact any further than that. Around the same time, the hot chocolate daddy happened to see his baby girl's acknowledgement of a total stranger.

"Who is she?"

The sound of Morgan's voice making Garcia jump slightly, "Who is who?"

"That girl that….' Seeing the young woman blend back into the crowd like a ghost, 'well, the one that was just there. Who is she?"