A/N Gosh i haven't written anything in ages! well, heres the first part of my latest story. Not in my series. Just a random one. Set about 6 months after the pilot and after Borderline. Please read and Review:D
Disclaimer : Anything affiliated with Standoff belongs to FOX. I own Sybella, Leanne, Jackson and Connor
For Sybella Thompson walking through the Los Angela's FBI building was not the terrifying, amazing, boring or even exciting ordeal it was for most people her age. She had been entering and leaving federal buildings since before she could remember and each time she came to a new one she there were only two things she wanted to find, the secret stash of chocolate cookies and Emily Lehman.
"Now Sybella, you understand that this is a very important place now don't you?" asked Mrs. Rossi, the short and plump, yet oddly kind lady Sybella had been with for the past few days.
"This is where the FBI works, and they keep us all safe" she explained further, hoping the child would understand the importance of where she was.
Sybella nodded her head in agreement. She had learnt in the short time she has spent with Mrs. Rossi that the woman loved anything 'important' and would speak endlessly on the history, meaning and significance of anything deemed to be 'important' by almost anyone.
"Sybella, do you understand?" asked Mrs. Rossi, stopping them in their tracks to make sure the child wasn't going to waste the opportunity to be in such an important place.
Sybella nodded some more. In all truth she didn't care about the building or its importance, or who worked there or what they did. She didn't even no what the FBI did, only that they had cool sunglasses and carried a gun. In all the times she had been to different FBI buildings no on had ever been bothered to tell her what they did, only that
she wasn't to run, yell, interrupt or touch anything under any circumstances. It seemed to Sybella that the only good thing about the FBI was the chocolate cookies in the break room that she was allowed to have as many as she wanted of, and sharing them with Emily of course.
"Right" sighed Mrs. Rossi; obviously she would not be getting Sybella to speak any time soon, which was why she was here after all. She had been told that Special Agent Emily Lehman was the only one capable of getting the little girl to open up, so she had made it her weekly mission to track the woman down, even if it meant flying both herself and Sybella to LA.
Sybella stood on tippee toes to watch the stream of people hurry through the FBI hallways. As hard as she tried she couldn't see anyone that looked like her Emily. No dark red hair and no happy smile. No swishy black pants or clopping black boots.
Only a tall, smiling lady walking towards her with a big smile, holding out her hand in welcome.
"Can I help you?" asked Cheryl, noticing the social worker standing by the entrance, a scrawny dark haired girl hidden behind her leg.
"Leanne Rossi" greeted the woman, extending her hand in welcome. "I'm looking for Special Agent Emily Lehman" she explained looking around the building distractedly.
"My names Cheryl Carrera" smiled Cheryl, grabbing the woman's attention back. There was nothing she hated more than talking to some one who was focused on something else. Matt had often teased her about this, after all her job had depended on talking to psycho's whose last worry was what she was saying.
"Well, she's just about to start a meeting" she explained apologetically. She turned her gaze to the young girl behind the social worker with amusement. She was a scrawny little thing, no older than 7. Her long black hair was in two twisted ponytails with strands falling down to frame her face small face. She looked Spanish, decided Cheryl or from that area. Her defined features made her look more delicate than she undoubtedly was though the bandage on her elbows and knees shattered the illusion. If it weren't for these Cheryl would have wondered why she was standing with them, not seated around a table pouring tea for her dolls.
"This is Sybella" explained Leanne, pushing the child gently into view.
"Are you here to see Emily?" asked Cheryl, kneeling down to Sybella's level.
A small nod a few seconds later confirmed her suspicions. "Well then, we better go get her" smiled Cheryl, wondering how the guys would react to seeing her melt before this child. Usually team meetings would not be interrupted for any reasons at all under any circumstances unless they were a hostage situation. Many had tried and many had failed to escape her meetings and she had never let anyone leave one. Though this thinking had been rethought after Frank and Duff had tried to escape after their burning tortillas in the oven.
"We can wait if this meeting is of importance" assured Mrs. Rossi, grabbing onto Sybella's shirt to stop her beeline after Cheryl. "It's really not a problem if the meeting is needed" she added.
"Oh, no" smiled Cheryl, noticing Sybella's pleading looks. Who ever this child was she was obviously close to Emily.
"The meeting was only to address the protocol for tomorrow" explained Cheryl. "It's no problem for Emily to miss it"
"Oh?" questioned Leanne. She wasn't aware of any important happenings the next day.
"April Fool's Day" replied Cheryl "after last years mishaps we have laid out certain protocol to be followed by all members, though I know Emily will be no problem" she grinned, leaving the woman beside her to contemplate her answer
"Oh" nodded Leanne, slightly confused as to how such an important place could have April fool's problems.
Sybella ran along side Cheryl until she remembered the FBI rules. She didn't no the rules of this one but didn't want Emily to know that so she decided it would be best to do a bit of both. She chose a very fast walk and skip, taking big steps to keep up with the tall lady next to her.
Her tummy felt strange as she skipped towards the door. She felt like she did after her foster brother from last year had taken her on his bike. Up and down and up and down it was going, doing rollie pollies and cartwheels which made her feel funny. She concentrated on her skips to stop the funny feeling, almost missing the turn off into the meeting rooms.
"Emily" called Cheryl "I have some one here for you"
"Okay" replied Emily oddly confused. She wasn't expecting any one and it couldn't be her brother. Cheryl would only let her out of a meeting for someone special.
"How come she gets to leave" complained Frank.
"Yeah, and we have to sit here while you tell us we can't enjoy the one of the best days of the year" added in Matt, throwing his hands up in annoyance for effect. He was apparently one for over dramatics, according to Emily, though he failed to see it.
"Speak for your self" sighed Lia. "I never do anything for April Fools yet I still have to sit through this" she complained, crossing her arms.
"So that virus sent out last year was just coincidence?" questioned Duff, poking her in the back gently.
"I had nothing to do with it" she defended, swatting his hand away "though I applaud the genius behind such a scheme" she added in smugly.
"Enough" silenced Cheryl before things got out of hand. "Emily?" she questioned.
"Yes, sorry" smiled the young woman heading towards the door. She looked questioningly at Cheryl, tying to get an indication of whether she was walking into a surprise or a storm. All she got was an encouraging smile before she exited the room.
Sybella watched the tall lady move back from the door to allow Emily to come out.
She stood up straight like she had been taught last year and put on her bestest biggest smile.
Emily looked down the hall. A short, slightly bored woman stood near Cheryl and next to her stood a scrawny, black haired bundle of a child who was jumping up and down to see her.
Sybella hurtled herself into Emily's outstretched arms, grabbing onto the soft fabric of her white shirt to pull herself closer.
"Sybella" whispered Emily, stroking back the girl's soft black hair to see her face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, barely hiding her grin
"I missed you mummy" was her whispered reply before she grabbed onto Emily tighter.
She was back where she was safe.