Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target. At All. I do not own the designed backstory of any of the characters. I burrowed them from cedricsowner. I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in this story that have not popped up in hers. They are mine. Therefore, please ASK ME before trying to use. Thanks ^^

Authoress Note: Well hello, fellow HT fans! Long time no see, eh? Sorry about that. My Human Target bunnies kinda ran off and I was taken over by other bunnies for other fandoms. Hopefully this'll get my bunnies back so I can write more fun pieces for y'all to hate/enjoy/whatever lol.

Extra Note: So for awhile now I've been rereading all – and I mean all – of the lovely cedricsowner's HT season pieces. From reading Kizuna means I got an idea for a small (And I mean like two ta three chapters small) piece based on a big plot point in the fic. Now this wouldn't fit in ced's story arc at all so don't worry about me trying to take it over. I look at this as a side piece. Something for fun on my part. Anyway, enjoy or whatever!


Veins

"So... Can you help me?" the woman before her asked. Her dark blue eyes were grasping for hope of some kind as she fiddled with her purse. Layla rubbed at her face and gave a deep sigh. This was big. A really big case for her. The pay would be great and it could help her get more clients... But the case itself was Hell! What this woman was asking... Well it could be done, but it would be a struggle.

The woman – a fairly young woman in her mid twenties – looked down at her purse and fingers as they played with the zipper at the top. "I know it's asking a lot... But I don't know who else to go to. You helped the Romney's find their granddaughter and they said you'd be perfect... If you can't, then I dont know what else to do and I can't just give up... I have to know if... If they're still around..." he voice trailed off as she reached into her purse and pulled out a worn out photo.

Layla couldn't see what was on the photo but she could see the hope and longing in the woman's eyes and she felt her heart twinge with pain. She had to help her. She had to try. This was going to be an almost impossible case. Finding people, tracking them down, could be fairly hard. With the Romney's – a lovely older couple who had been searching for years for a granddaughter they never knew they had – it hadn't been as hard because the couple had fairly good clues as to where to look. All this woman had was that her missing person had been born in Los Angeles. Whether they was still in L.A. or not she didn't know. And that would pose a problem. Not to mention on whether the person was alive or not.

Layla pushed her shoulder-blade length hair out of her face and watched her client – yes her new client – open her purse to put the photo away. "May I see that?" she asked quickly. The woman stopped and carefully handed the photo off to her. Layla grabbed her glasses and pushed them on her face. She had lately moved to contacts but had just woke up a few hours ago and hadn't had the chance to put them in.

She looked down at the old photo that showed a fairly young couple. The style of the photo and the clothes the couple wore suggested that it was taken in the early sixties. The wiry man was just a few inches taller than the woman his arm was around as they both smiled for the camera. Scanning down she saw the man's hand resting on-top the head of a smiling young male about three as he sat on a bench and waved to the camera with bright happy eyes.

It was a very picturesque family of the time. Smiles and love could be seen just at a glance of the photo. "Is this him? The one you're looking for?" Layla asked, looking up at the woman. She nodded softly with a smile before answering. "Yes. He's... He's my brother. I've never met him... But I've always wanted to. He ran away from home when he was ten or so. The woman in the photo," she reached out and taped the woman's face, "is my mother and the man was her late husband. I don't know the details but they separated because my mother had issues that she couldn't resolve. It scared him away to, my brother, and mom never saw him again... I was born later. Mom was fairly young when she'd had him – eighteen I believe – and was forty four with me... She died five years ago. Before she did she told me I had a brother and ever since then I've been looking for him..."

Layla listened carefully, hoping to get any extra details she could that might help her, before handing the photo back to the woman and running her fingers through her hair. "What about your father? Did he know about him?" she asked. She hate to get personal, but it was what she needed to do to help with this case. "Actually, yes," she said, pushing her dark blonde locks from her face, "he did. They were friends, his dad and mine. He's actually his godfather, funny enough," she chuckled as Layla grabbed her laptop and turned it on.

As soon as her screen came on, she immediately started in, clicking away at her computer intently. "I'm going to be honest with you," Layla began, not looking up from her data as it flashed across the screen, "I don't know if I'll be able to find him. I don't have much to work on except what you know... Which isn't a lot." She looked up at the woman who looked disappointed but was nodding her understanding of what she was being told. "But," she stated clearly, flipping through the F.B.I and C.I.A. database, pushing through their firewalls and trackers, "I know some people who could help us if we need it."

It had been a long time since she had any contact with them, of course, but she was fairly certain she could get to them. She may not keep contact with them, but she had kept track. One of the first things she was quickly taught in her kind of work was to keep tabs on your possible allies and enemies. She'd done pretty good at that, at least. Not to say she was a lousy freelancer... She'd just had a lot to learn and understand.

Her lips thinned as she bit her tongue and continues her plunge into her data as she picked her way through the CIAs database. "You said your name was...?" Layla asked, realizing that she couldn't recall the woman's name. Bad. She really needed to work on memorizing names. The woman looked startled to be addressed once again before answering. "Oh. I apologize. I was sure I told you – it's Christine Porter."

Okay well that was a start at least. "What was your mothers surname before she married your father?" she asked, going through the databases, picking out any Porters she could see. "Harrison," Christine answered, allowing Layla to pick out any and all Harrison's – which luckily there weren't as many as Porters – before she slipped out of the database before she was caught – having quickly copied the files – and began going through them, cutting out anyone who was not in the Los Angeles area.

"Is your father Andy Porter?" she looked at Christine who nodded in surprise. "Yes... Wait? How did you-" Layla cut her off quickly. "Your father works for the government, right? Therefore the government agents have files on him like anyone else. However, because he works for them, his file is watched and added to."

She could tell that startled her so Layla moved on, picking through the Harrison files. There were three files on Harrison that immediately caught her eye. They were coded in a much harder to crack way. Biting her lower lip, Layla picked through the data as best she could before finally cracking it. Not an easy task. They'd put everything in reverse and implanted false clues. Clearing the excess and unneeded information out, she looked through the last three carefully before throwing out one of a D. Harrison who had been killed in WWII after having it was revealed he was a spy for the enemy.

She was left with an R. Harrison and J. Harrison. "You wouldn't know the fathers name would you?" Layla asked. Christine shook her head and pulled out the photo and showed the back. It was then Layla noticed the very delicate and feminine hand writing sprawled on the back. 'Summer of '64 – Harrison family beach trip – little Johnny's first visit' was neatly scrawled. "All I know is my brothers name was Johnny Harrison," she explained as Layla looked at the J. Harrison. J for Johnny possibly?

Opting to open both the files just in case, she was given the names Robert J. Harrison and John R. Harrison. This was it! This was what she was looking for. It had to be... "I found files on a Robert and John Harrison... They must be your brother and his father," she said with a pleased smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Christine's eyes lit up with new hope as Layla went to work on the files... And was startled.

"That's odd," Layla murmured, clicking through the data. Robert Harrison's data reveled him to have passed away in sixty five – a year after the photo was taken – and was labeled to be in government property... Huh? Shaking her head Layla opened John's folder... And found only his name, birthdate, and his seal of U.S. Citizenship. There was no photo or fingerprint evidence or even blood type. It was as if someone had tried to erase information. Layla could even see the leftover, broken, trail of someone who had also hacked the file. Why, though?

Shaking her head and ignoring the curious look she was getting from Christine, she flipped back to Robert Harrison's folder and searched until she found a photo. "Oh!" Layla exclaimed aloud, startled as the picture was of a man who looked almost familiar. If it wasn't for certain different facial structures and a few differences in the expression, he'd be almost identical to...

Layla gaped like a fish before looking at Christine in utter surprise. There was nothing there. She didn't see any similarities between her or her brother – who she was almost positive she knew – and that was amazing. It seemed she had taken after more of the mother in the genetic department while her brother had his father...

Quickly scanning the files for any trackers once more, she stored them away and shut down her computer quickly. This was huge. This was.. This was more than she thought it would be! Quickly running to the back where her home was - she'd opted to live near her office – Layla quickly and hazardously threw things around the room before putting on a new outfit and grabbing all her things.

"Miss, what are you- Oh!" Layla ran out her room, almost running over Christine before grabbing the woman's arm and tugging her for the door. "You have a car, right?" Layla asked quickly. Christine nodded quickly, looking the perfect picture of confused as she clutched her purse and was yanked out of Layla's office as she quickly locked up. "I think I know where your brother is," she explained as Christine opened her mouth to possibly ask what was going on.

Her confused expression became instantly surprised and filled with disbelief. "Are you sure?" she whispered as they quickly went down two flights of stairs. Christine took the lead to her car – a red Chevy Malibu – and fumbled with the keys as she unlocked the door and Layla slid into the front passenger seat.

"I'm pretty sure," Layla answered as Christine started the car. She opened her laptop on her lap as she backed up. "But if I'm wrong then the people we're going to see can help us confirm it." Not needing anymore explanation, Christine put herself in parkj after backing up and made for the address Layla put into the woman's GPS.

R & R Plz

Seriously, do! I want to hear opinions. It's probably to fast, right? Choppy? Thats how I feel about it, at least... Idk, what about you all?

Second chapter coming soon hopefully! Also sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors... Yeah.. I'll maybe fix those later lol.