A/N: So I'm seriously surprised at the lack of Graceland crossovers that have been written, so I've decided to do one myself! Please read and review and I'll love you forever!

As expected there was loud cheering from the audience of recently graduated FBI agents as they all congratulated each other. The director, Charles Javert got off of the stage from his speech in search of one graduate in particular. "Enjolras," Javert called to the young man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Yes, sir?" Alex turned to speak with him.

"I have news about your assignment," Javert began.

"Sir?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"You are not to be stationed here in DC," Javert sighed, "you've been put up for emergency transfer to California, you are going to Graceland."

"California? But why?" Alex asked.

"We feel that your skills are of better use there than here," Javert explained calmly.

"Yes sir," Alex nodded his head.
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"What's this?" Tony spied a thick envelope in the pile of mail, it had the government seal on it, "ohh... So official!" Tony smirked.

"It's the file on the new kid," Grantaire called to him.

With that Tony pulled out the file and began reading, "interesting, very interesting."

Grantaire snatched the file from his hands and skimmed its contents, "Not bad," he nodded his head, "smart, top of his class."

"Hey, just like you!" Tony laughed.

"What's going on down here?" Éponine asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"File on the new guy," Tony explained as he took the folder from Grantaire and tossed it to her.

Éponine began to flip through it, "No one tell Cosette, she's in a particularly foul mood over Marius, when does he get here?"

"Today," Grantaire replied, "which reminds me, Tony, you get to pick him up from the airport."

"What?!" Tony exclaimed, "Me? How am I supposed to find him? I don't even know what he looks like!" He continued to prattle on, "besides, aren't you his training officer?" Tony pointed an accusing finger at Grantaire.

"So?" Grantaire shrugged.

"So shouldn't you-"

"Just shut up Tony," Éponine sighed.

Tony grumbled and sighed loudly as if he was trying to make a point.
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On his flight from Dulles to LAX Alex was listening to an app on his phone that was supposed to teach him Spanish, funny that despite all his training Spanish just hasn't seemed necessary. Now with being shipped off to California he realized just how wrong he was.

"Excuse me?" One of the flight attendants approached him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Alex pulled out one of his earbuds and looked at her, "Yes?"

"Are you special agent Alex Enjolras?" She asked.

"I uhhh..." Alex was extremely flustered, "yes?"

The flight attendant smiled, "I have a message for you," she pulled out a piece of paper, "you are to wait by the baggage claim under the carousel 18-32 sign, and don't move."

Alex thought this all very odd but didn't bother to say anything; he knew that people who were sitting with him were giving him strange looks. Instead he just nodded and put his earbuds back in his ears.

When the plane made its descent into Los Angeles it really sunk in the he was going on his first assignment, and as he walked towards the baggage claim it all began to feel very real. After he got his luggage he did as the note directed and stood under the sign to wait. As he waited he was squeezing an odd device, it had two grips connected by a coil in the middle. He stood there listening to his IPhone and waited. Slowly the time on the clock ticked away as he continued to wait, an wait, and wait.

It had been nearly an hour and a half and Alex was getting frustrated, but he didn't know what to do or who to call.

"Yo!" A man with curly hair brown hair called to him, "You Alex Enjolras?"

Alex looked at the man he looked like he was dressed to go to the beach, was it a part of his cover? "Yes, I am... You aren't Ben Grantaire, are you?"

"Who me?" The man laughed, "nah, name is Tony Courfeyrac." He held out his hand.

Alex shook his hand, "So how did you know it was me?" Then he remembered the note, "oh."

"Seriously man, only a person who got 1700 on his practical's would stand under a sign and not move If told to do so," Courfeyrac laughed.

"Which means you didn't," Alex added.

"Ouch man," Courfeyrac replied, "that hurts right here," he thumped his chest with his fist. "Now let's get crackin, things to do people to see!" He then noticed that Alex was holding something besides his bag, "what's that?"

"This?" Alex looked down at the device, "it improves gun control."

"Okay then," Tony cracked the gum he was chewing, "well like I said let's go!"

Alex followed Tony to what looked like a red-orange Jeep that was open on the roof and sides. Alex tossed his luggage into the back and sat himself in front passenger seat. Tony hopped into the driver's side and put the key in the ignition and revved the engine a bit. "Okay man, here we go!"

They were flying down the highway, the wind was flipping throughout Alex's hair and was quickly becoming a mess.

"So what do you have in that tiny bag of your' s?" Tony asked as they pulled off of the highway onto a less busy street.

"The basics," Alex shrugged, but with the sun beating down on him he wasn't sure that what he brought was really the best option.

"Tee-shirts?" Tony asked.

"No," Alex shook his head.

"Shorts?"

"No."

"Flip flops?"

"No."

"Sunscreen?"

"No."

"Damn," Tony sighed, "either you are going to get heat stroke or your pale ass is going to burn, we have to change that." Tony turned and now they were driving along a road that was parallel to the beach, soon he stopped in front of a large house. "Welcome to Graceland."

Alex looked at it in shock, "So why is this place called Graceland?"

"Well," Tony began, "when they seized the place from this drug lord, I guess he had a thing for Elvis and the name stuck."

Alex grabbed his bag and followed Tony inside, "So what is this place then?"

"Well, we got a little bit of everything here," Tony carelessly tossed his keys onto a table in the hall, " You, me, R-"

"Who's R?" Alex asked.

"Grantaire, and 'Ponine we are FBI, Marius and Cosette are DEA, so is 'Chetta but she's on a case for a few days, and Bahorel is Customs."

"Wait," Alex stopped walking, "Three agencies in one house? How does tha-"

"It's sometimes a tight fit but we make do," Tony replied as he walked into the kitchen where there were several large windows catching view of the ocean.

Alex looked around and noticed that there was a circular chart made of construction paper, "is that a chore wheel?"

"You're familiar with that?" Tony glanced at it, "guess its simple really, for now until we get you on there you will be taking Marius' place, so you see 'Bathrooms-Marius'" he pointed to how they lined up, "Think 'Bathrooms-Alex'."

"Is Marius the one who got-"

"Yeah, in the shoulder, but he'll be alright, they've got him in a safe house somewhere," Tony answered, "next is the phone room."

Alex was a little surprised with how casual Tony was; nevertheless he continued to follow Tony upstairs to a small closet-sized room. On the table there was a wide variety of phones, all of them old, one was even rotary, some even had placards that read things such as "Answer in Russian Only".

"This is where you make all phone calls related to work and work only," Tony explained.

Just then a phone rang and a girl with long light brown hair and bright blue eyes entered, "Get out," she spoke coldly to Tony. He held his hands up and silently walked out taking Alex with him and shutting the door.

"Was that 'Ponine?" Alex guessed the first name that came to his mind.

"Was that Éponine?" Tony parroted, they were walking up some more stairs to take Alex to his room. "No, she's not here right now, that was Cosette."

"Is she usually so-"

"Bitchy?" Tony filled in, " no she's not, usually she is the sweetest person around this place."

"Is this because of Marius?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, they're partners, very close those two," Tony nodded his head, "come on follow me," they walked down a hallway and Tony pushed the door open. "This is Mar-dog' s room, but I guess it's your room now."

"It's still Marius' room," Cosette called as she came into the room as Alex put his suitcase on the bed, "don't get too comfortable, and don't touch anything." She quickly found what she was looking for and left just as quickly as she had entered.

Alex let out a sigh, "Don't worry man," Tony put his hand on his shoulder, "I think she'll be back to her old self soon enough, and when she is I'm sure you'll like her, how about we get you something to eat?" Together they walked back down the stairs to the kitchen where Tony pulled some snacks from the pantry and handed Alex a glass. Looking through the fridge he spotted a carton of Orange juice and smiled, "Hey Alex, would you like some juice?"

"Sure," Alex shrugged.

Tony passed him the carton of juice and Alex poured himself a glass, just then the front door clicked and a tall very strong looking man entered.

"Hey Chris, catch any monkeys this week?" Tony teased.

"Monkeys were last week," Chris grumbled, "this week is birds..." he then looked at Alex, "New guy?" Then he looked at the orange juice, "Screw you Tony, tricking him into drinking my juice!"

Alex put the glass down feeling slightly embarrassed, "Your juice?"

"Yeah, my juice," Chris took the carton off the counter and showed Alex where the initials "CB" were written in Sharpie, "Tony is just being a little weasel."

Alex smiled slightly, there was a thumping on the stairs and he saw a man with similarly messy hair to Tony, but instead of being clean shaven he had stubble on his face.

"Are you Grantaire?" Alex asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Yep," Grantaire yawned, "you must be Alex, the new kid on the block."

"I'm pleased to meet you sir," Alex held out his hand.

Grantaire looked at his hand for a moment, "None of this sir crap do you here? You can call me R if you would like," he leaned up against the counter, "you see the chore wheel?" He asked, Alex nodded. "Do you know how it works?"

"Yes si- I mean R,"

"See where it says 'Dishes-R'?" Grantaire asked, Alex nodded again, "I want you to think 'Dishes-"

"Alex?" Alex replied.

Grantaire smiled, "Exactly, think of it as a sort of 'Wax On Wax Off' deal," Grantaire replied.

Alex sighed and walked over to the living room, he was about to sit down on one of the couches when he noticed something odd. There was a person dressed very shabby wandering around, unsure of what to do he pulled his handgun from its holster and pointed it at the person, slowly they raised their hands. Their eyes met and when they did Alex briefly became distracted when he realized the figure was a woman, this provided her with enough of an advantage to pull his gun from his grasp and pointed it at him. She then pulled the knit cap off of her head and handed him the gun, "No guns downstairs." She then walked up the stairs and disappeared, Alex was stunned, and behind him he could hear laughing.

"Man she got you good!" Tony laughed.

"What the-" Alex began, "who the hell was that?"

"That my friend is 'Ponine," Tony smiled.

Alex continued to gape, "Come on man, I know she's pretty but no need to go gaga over her, she won't appreciate it." Tony slapped him on the shoulder.

"Pretty?" Alex muttered, although he wasn't one to necessarily think about women or their beauty she didn't match a common definition of "pretty", in fact she looked frightening. Her hair was a curly mess that resembled a rat's nest, her brown eyes looked dark and sunken, and her complexion pale and unappealing, in fact she looked like someone who had been on drugs for a long time. Alex finally sat down on the couch and through the windows he saw the setting sun beginning to turn the ocean a brilliant shade of red. He heard soft thumping on the stairs and saw a young woman descending them. Her hair was wet as if she had just stepped from the shower, it hung in glossy curls down her back, her skin was tan with a healthy glow.

"Hey, new kid," She called to him.

"Have we met?" Alex asked.

The girl snorted with laughter, "You could say that."

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Éponine?" He spoke with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Very good," Éponine clapped her hands together mockingly, "Special Agent Alex Enjolras, fresh out of Quantico."

Alex nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Éponine wrinkled her nose, "don't call me that, it makes me feel old," She then sat herself next to him on the couch.

"Sorry," Alex replied, it was strange how informal everything was, he could scarcely believe it. "So earlier..." he added.

"Did I scare you?" Éponine asked, "well I must have since you pulled your Glock on me."

"I thought you had broken in or something," Alex admitted with a shrug.

"You will soon find that I am a master disguise, and the whole 'no guns downstairs' since you're new I'll let you off the hook this time," Éponine held up a finger, "but just this once."

"Any other rules I should know about?" Alex asked.

Éponine turned to him, "umm... Oh right, no guests upstairs, they all stay right here..." She slapped the couch. "Really just use common sense times two, if it seems stupid, it probably is."

"Okay..." Alex replied warily.

Chris walked out into the living room, "So I'm supposed to announce its dinner."

"Oh goody, I wonder what crap R has whipped up for us," Éponine complained loudly.

"Shut it Thenardier!" Grantaire shouted, "You know my cooking is fabulous, you just never admit to it!"

Éponine laughed, "Whatever you say R," she smiled and walked towards the kitchen, but Alex stayed on the couch, "ain't you gonna come to dinner?" she asked him.

"Huh?" Alex replied, "oh yeah," together the two of them walked to the kitchen.

"Well I'm skipping out," Tony bobbed his head and started walking towards the front door, "I have a date."

"With who?" Grantaire asked, "Giselle?"

"No maybe it was Andrea, or Marie, or who was it last week? Sylvia?" Chris grinned.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong again," Tony stopped, "it's Tanya."

"The chick who thinks you're a pilot?" Grantaire groaned.

"The one and the same," Tony smiled.

"She thinks you're a pilot?" Alex asked.

"Well I can't just go up to her and say 'hi I'm Tony Courfeyrac, and I work for the FBI!' That doesn't go over so well," Tony answered, "anyway, I gotta go, see you fools later."

They all gathered around the table as Grantaire passed them all plates, "Hey Alex want something to drink?"

"No thanks, just water," Alex answered.

"What about the rest of you?" Grantaire turned to the group, they all began shouting out what they wanted and miraculously enough Grantaire heard them and after going to the fridge passed out the respective drinks.

Éponine used the edge of the table to skillfully pop the top off of the beer she was drinking.

"Impressive," Alex noted.

"Well had to get through college somehow," she sighed as she took a swig of beer.

"Bartender?" Alex asked.

"And she's damn good at it," Grantaire called out, "ask her to mix you a drink someday!"

"Oh I don't really drink," Alex replied.

"What?" Éponine glanced at him after she swallowed her beer, "you don't drink?"

"No," Alex shook his head.

"Wow," Éponine snorted, "that's crazy.

Later they all moved to the living room and Alex realized that perhaps he could let his guard down with everyone, except for Cosette. She had barely spoken to him or anyone else and occasionally he would see her glaring at him. But, nevertheless as upset as he was initially with his assignment to Graceland he realized maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought.

It wasn't until he was walking up the stairs towards his room that he began to feel the jetlag and realized how tired he actually was. He barely got his clothes off before collapsing into bed.