Okay I am writing this because of my Standoff withdraws. It's going to be, well I hope somewhat lengthy. I have two more ideas for Standoff fan fiction after this one. Therefore, I will keep my needs at bay. Hopefully these will help someone else.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Summary: (I am basing my facts about Emily's facts off the fox standoff web site.) A person from Emily's past puts a rift in the present. Leading her to a very personal standoff. Very M&E.

"Past Help"

Emily is sitting at her desk, her back to Matt. He had his legs propped up on the edge of his desk. He was reading over a file making

notes in it. She was flipping through another one. Silence seemed to be everywhere as they where the only ones in the bullpen.

"So, their still not talking to each other?" Cheryl asked looking out her office window at her two negotiators.

"Not since the argument at the scene." Frank said causing

Cheryl to turn to him. Standing next to him was Duff and Lia. Cheryl noticed the small smile on Frank's face.

"Something else Frank?"

"Yeah, with all due respect, let them go home; their have make-up sex and be back tomorrow happy as usual." Frank crossed his arms in front of him.

This got a chuckle out of Duff and Lia.

"I don't know man they where going at it pretty good in that van." Duff said adding on to the bashing.

"Could this situation been resolved with out tactical?" Cheryl asked.

"All situations could be used with or without tactical." Lia said.

"That's a matter of opinion, in this case, they had him, but they stopped." Frank said to Cheryl.

"Why do you ask ma'am?" Duff asked his hands folded behind his back.

"If it could have been talked down quietly, instead of sending in tactical then they are breaking their promise of not letting their relationship interfere with their job."

"If it is?" Frank asked.

"Then one of them has to go." Cheryl said looking back at him.

"Well then it's my belief that they couldn't find any way around talking him out quietly so they gave my team a go." Frank said defensively.

"Yeah, they where arguing over procedure not each other." Lia added in their defense.

"I know but I have to look into this." Cheryl said disappointed.

"Their good together." Frank said moving to stand next to Cheryl.

"I know."

"I don't think they are going to be fighting much longer." Duff said.

"Why?" Frank asked.

"Look." Duff said pointing to them.

Matt was sliding over a note to Emily.

Emily was looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She had been fuming for hours. Only one man could make her like this: Matt

Flannery. It all started during a negotiation of a Marine Sgt. who had just gotten back from Iraq. He found his wife in bed with some

other guy. He had already shot the other guy. To Matt he thought that this made him un-negotiable, tactical had a good shot to immobilize

him, without killing. Emily was mad at Matt for giving up so easily. Matt said that she was too close to this because her brother was in the

military. She said it had nothing to do with it. They had shut off their comm's and argued for several minutes. During one of the seconds

that they where just starring at each other and not yelling, Matt turned on his comm. and ordered tactical to go. Emily slapped him. Matt

stood their stunned. Cheryl and Lia who where just joined by Frank and Duff, watched Emily take off out of the CNU mobile van and

head to her Jeep. She left fast. Matt jumped out of the van looking around.

"Where did Emily go?" He asked no one in particular.

Cheryl pointed to the taillights in the distance.

"Damn it." Matt said running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Frank saw the red mark on his cheek.

"Did she slap you Flannery?"

"Yeah, but I deserved it." Matt then ran to his car and left following Emily's example.

Cheryl had waited several minutes before calling them both and ordering them to go to the office and start writing their reports. She

needed them to work this out. This is where they had been since their arrival, slowly filling out their paperwork. Emily looked down at the

note before unfolding it and rubbing the crease out. She looked at Matt's crisp handwriting. "EMILY, I'M SORRY. I SHOULD NOT

HAVE SAID THOSE THINGS. YOU WHERE RIGHT. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. I'M NOT READY TO GIVE UP ON US. –

MATT." Emily smiled at his note. She pushed off the side of her desk and rolled back to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too." He reached a hand up and cupped her face.

"I'm also sorry for slapping you." She said bring her chin up to rest on his shoulder, instead of the side of her face. She had started to

place her arms around his waist.

"Yeah that hurt, I was thinking of filing an abuse report." He said trying to make her feel better.

It worked because she laughed at his remark.

"You know their watching us?" She asked looking down.

"They've been talking about us for awhile."

"Well maybe we could give them a show?" She asked her hands coming further around his waist.

"I think where already in enough trouble I doubt fraternizing in front of them is going to make it better."

"Then lets get out of here." She said in his ear.

"Quickly." He whispered at her.

"Okay." She quickly rolled back and started organizing papers on her desk for tomorrow morning.

Matt was sliding his coat on when Cheryl approached them.

"Matt, Emily good job today."

"Thanks." Matt said looking at Duff, Frank, and Lia following behind her.

"So you guys going out for drinks?" Matt asked. Frank looked between Duff, Lia and Cheryl.

"Why not you guys coming?" Frank asked looking towards Emily and Matt.

"Yeah drinks sound good." Emily said.

"Agent Lehman." A man dressed in an FBI shirt on approached them.

"Yes?" "I was told to give this to you." He handed her a small box with a note attached to it.

"Thanks." He nods and walks away. Emily opens the box. Inside is a small pendent.

"Wait!" The agent turns.

"Who told you to give this to me?"

"Sorry, he was in the parking garage, he left after he gave it to me." Emily nodded at his response.

Emily picked up the note and opened it.

"What, Flannery sending you gifts?" Frank asked jokingly.

"Wasn't me, which makes me a little jealous, who's sending you gifts?" Matt asked.

Emily looked at the note it was typed. "Emily, call (544)677-0122 when you get my message. -Graham. Matt saw how freaked Emily

looked.

"Em, what is it?" She handed him the letter, and pulled out the pendent out of the box. It was a Saint Christopher.

"Who's Graham?" Matt asked trying not to sound mad.

"He's dead." Was all Emily could muster out.

"A dead guy is sending you gifts?" Duff asked looking at her.

"Lia, I want you to trace this number when I call it." Emily said switching quickly to professional mode. Lia nods

and sits in Matt's chair. Bringing up a screen, she types some stuff in.

"Ok, dial when you're ready."

"Emily what's going on?" Cheryl asked.

"I don't know but I'm going to find out." Emily said putting her phone on speaker as she dialed the number.

"Emily, that was fast."

The voice on the other end said to her.

"You're not Graham."

"No I'm not."

"Then who are you?"

"Well if you don't know then I'm not going to tell you." He hung up. Emily starred at the phone.

Matt turns Emily's chair around and squats in front of it.

"Em, what's going on? Who was that?" Matt asked placing his hands on her thighs.

"Graham, he, well he was my first partner in the bureau and I guess you can say that he recruited me and taught me everything I know about negotiating. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here."

"You said he died?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, when I was in the Phoenix office, he was shot by an HT; it took him a while to die, so I was there with him. We where pinned down, the paramedics couldn't get to him or me."

"Did you get hit?" Duff asked.

"Yeah, I took one to the leg, trying to pull Graham behind some cover after he got hit."

"So you have no idea who that was?" Cheryl asked.

"No."

"Could it been the HT?" Matt asked her, his hands no longer on her thighs but they covered hers.

"I think he's still in prison."

"Name." Lia asked spinning the chair back around to the keyboard.

"Henry Ryans." Lia starts typing on the keyboard.

"What happened, exactly Emily?" Cheryl asked pulling up a chair.

"Henry Ryans is out on parole." Lia said looking from Henry's mug shot go Emily.

"He killed a Fed, two locals, and wounded several others and he gets parole?" Emily asked her voice rising.

"Apparently he's a model prisoner, and the warden even put in a good word for him."

"He's still in Phoenix penitentiary right?"

"No he was transferred to LA county lock up about almost two years ago, when his lawyer protested that he was getting treated unfairly by the guards and warden down there."

"So he's here in LA." Matt repeated.

"It didn't sound like him over the phone." Emily said running the conversation through in her mind.

"His voice could have changed in a couple of years." Frank said trying to make sense of things.

"Emily I want to know what's going on." Cheryl repeated from earlier. Matt moved from in front of Emily to a chair next to her.

"Like I said Graham recruited me. He heard me give a speech in my social psychology class over human behavior in

stressful situations. He talked to me after class and told me that he had a career picked out for me if I wanted it. A couple of years later I

was out of the FBI academy and I was in Phoenix office working for the CNU. Graham was a veteran he knew everything. He had been

in every situation. He taught me everything. A couple of months before I came to LA, we where sent to a situation. It was a domestic

dispute gone bad. Henry Ryans had his wife, baby boy, sister-in-law, her husband, and their two kid's hostage. It went on for three

hours. Until Henry killed his sister-in-law, he shot her in front of her family right in the back of the head. He shoved her body out the front

door. Then started to shoot up everything outside cars, houses next to him. That's when Graham and everyone else were hit."

"Where you got hit?" Matt asked quietly.

"Yeah, tactical couldn't get a good shot on him. After Graham was hit, he told me to take over, the situation wasn't over, there where still

hostages. I talked Henry into surrender. By the time I got back to Graham, he was nearly gone. The medics where working on him with

no luck. One of them handed me his pendent, and said that he wanted me to know that I had what it takes to do this job, and that I was

meant for it. He didn't make it to the ambulance. I spent three months in the hospital before I requested a transfer to the LA office. A couple of months after that..." She gestured to Matt.

"We met here." He finished.

"Is there anyone that comes to mind as to who is pretending to be Graham?" Cheryl asked.

"No."

"Who knew what this pendent meant to you?" Matt asked.

"That's the thing; this is not Graham's pendent."

"It's not?" Duff asked.

"No." She reached in a draw in her desk and pulled out a small leather pouch. She opened it and poured the contents into her hand.

There was a tiny pendent. Dried blood covered the detail inside.

"You never cleaned it?" Frank asked looking at it in her hand.

"I haven't taken it out of here since I put it in here during his funeral." She said quickly putting it back in its pouch.

"I use to carry it around, it reminded me of him, when ever I couldn't find a way out of a situation, I would always ask myself what would

he done, Graham was my mentor." She finished.

"So, I guess if he hadn't of died you wouldn't of have been here, at the LA office would you?" Lia asked shyly.

"No, I wouldn't." Emily said turning her head to make eye contact with Matt.

"If you would have asked me two years ago if I could go back and save him I would, but now, I'm happy where I'm at." She said

never taking her eyes off Matt. He gave her a genuine smile.

"I'm glad too." He replied.

"Not to interfere with the hugging part but we still have to find out who this guy is?" Cheryl said.

"I think that I have an idea." Lia answered her.

"It's there an uh oh, from someone?" Frank asked trying to figure out what Lia was up to.

Hope you liked it. Please R&R and again like my first fic. my emotional stable level is down especially because there is no new Standoff tonight, so good reviews by the way I don't have a beta, to stubbron to get one, well no ones really offered. Later. S.L