A/N: Welcome to the sequel to "First Born". This is a story about Henry Jr. the son of Paige and Henry. If you want to read the first story, look on my main page. Anyways, I left the last story in a cliffhanger so thought you might like to know what happens, as I have made many different ways to continue the story.
This is a prologue to one of the characters in the story. Hope you like the Return of the First Born!
"6 Months Ago"
Seth Withers made his way across the crowded hallway of people in the FBI building in Los Angeles. Being a field agent for the past four years was satisfying to him, but not once had he ever been called into the Director's Office. Pushing his way through the people, both male and female, he hurried toward the closing elevator at the end of the hall.
"Hey!" Seth yelled, hustling down the hall, pushing people who murmured unintelligible words to him as he stuck his hand in the closing doors. The doors halted for a moment, and pushed back open, allowing him space to enter.
"Didn't think I'd make it, did you?" Seth mocked, and turned his back to the other people. His lips turning into a crooked smile, he pressed button '7' on the consol, and put his hands in his pockets. His heart was pounding harshly as he thought about what was to come before him.
In a minute or so, the doors opened once more, and allowed him entry to the Floor of Directors. Walking forward, he came up to a tall slender woman with blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. Smiling his boyish smile, he put his hands on the counter and looked to her as she talked quickly into the phone. Hanging up, she looked to Seth and smiled.
"Can I help you?" she asked, clasping her hands in front of her.
"I have a meeting with the director." Seth replied, leaning forward.
"Name?" she asked, putting her hands to the keyboard.
"Seth Withers." he replied.
The woman typed quickly, an annoying clicking was heard, and in a few seconds, she looked back up to him.
"He is expecting you, come on in." she said calmly, and got from her seat, ushering the man to the door to his right.
Knocking for a moment, she waited for a rough voice say, "Come in," before opening the door.
She allowed him inside and closed the door promptly behind him. Behind a large glass desk sat an older man with graying hair. He wore a black suit with a long tie that rolled down his chest.
"Take a seat." the Director said, pointing to the seat in front of him.
Seth sat in the seat in front of him, and looked to the Director, hope in his eyes.
"What did you need from me sir?" Seth asked, putting his hands gripped to the side of the chair.
The Director pushed a thick file on the table toward Seth. Looking to it for a moment, quizzically, he opened the file up, and saw cult paraphernalia, strange case files, and other unexplained cases.
"Sir?" Seth asked, his mind thinking that he was having a joke put on him.
"I have been watching you Seth. You have great potential. You are a man who follows the rules and we like that. We are putting you in charge of an organization being started, called the Agency. A place where you will keep those who possess special abilities." the Director replied, leaning back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest.
"Sir, with all due respect, how is this even real?" Seth asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Just trust me, it is." the Director replied. "I suggest, you start with this case." he added, and pushing another thick folder, Seth picked it up, and on white paper, in bold capital letters read, "HALLIWELL".
To Be Continued…