Hey guys! So, this is my first ever fanfic story, though I read these all the time. I would love to have some constructive criticism, but please remember the saying: If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

I hope you all like the story!

Lucia let out a satisfied sigh as she finished her two-mile run. Toronto was a nice place to run; the eighteen-year-old actually felt safe going through the neighborhoods and going down the roads. Slowing down to a steady jog, she slowed again to a walk and then finally a stop. Taking a breath, she glanced at her watch and smiled. She still had plenty of time to go and pick up Justin and take him to his friend's house.

She continued her walk home, not leisurely but not running either. She reached her house and let herself in, calling out to her foster mom that she was home. Justin came running down and threw himself to her, with her catching him and spinning him around. He squealed. "Lucia! Can we go now? Please?"

She smiled and laughed. "Let me get changed, all right kiddo? Then I'll take you over." He yelled with joy and skipped around the kitchen. She quickly got changed, deciding she could shower after dropping her little brother off. Grinning, she ran down the stairs and stopped in the kitchen for a quick drink and an apple.

Justin already had his coat on, jumping up and down with all the patience the eight-year-old could muster for his sister. She ruffled his hair and picked up her sweatshirt, grabbed Justin's hand, and let him lead her out the door.

After dropping Justin off, she started towards home again, startled to hear her name called out. Turning around, she saw Clark Lane and Dean Parker heading towards her. They were two boys who had befriended her and showed her around the city of Toronto. She stood and waited for them to catch up.

"Where are you off to today, super sister?"

She laughed. "Just about to head home and take a shower. I had to get Justin to his friend's house, but he didn't exactly let me take a break to have a shower. I seriously need to get one."

"Yah, you totally stink! We weren't going to say anything . . . oww!" Clark yelled. Lucia had hit him on the head. "What was that for?"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to tell a girl that she stinks?" she demanded, a twinkle in her eye.

He pouted at her. "She taught me that I should be honest." Lucia and Dean laughed. Clark elbowed Dean, and when he got his laughter under control, he spoke.

"What we wanted to know was if you wanted to come over to the SRU headquarters with us and meet our parents."

She gave them a confused look. "Why are your parents at the SRU? Are they in trouble?"

Clark slapped his friend. "Nice going, Dean." He turned to Lucia. "What he meant to say is that our parents work for the SRU, they are on Team 1."

"Oh. Yeah, sure I guess. But I would really appreciate it if I could take a shower first. You guys can come and wait at the house if you like, I'm sure Mary has made some sandwiches or something by now." Mary was her foster mom, she and her husband, Dave, had taken Lucia and Justin in, along with their other brothers, Kyle (16), and the triplets: Ben, Nick, and John (15).

The two boys agreed and the three headed towards the house, laughing and joking. Mary greeted them warmly and ushered the boys to the kitchen, where freshly made cookies and some sandwiches. Lucia headed up to grab a quick shower; when she came down Clark and Dean were polishing off their plate of cookies and sandwiches. She snagged a sandwich and a couple of cookies and nodded to the guys. "I'm ready to go." Turning to Mary, she said, "Dean and Clark finally decided that it's time to meet the families. After two weeks of dealing with them, they finally decide I can meet their parents." She laughed and ushered them out the door.

"Lucia, what time will the boys be home?"

Lucia glanced back. "The triplets are supposed to be done baseball practice at about five, so they should be home about five thirty. Kyle said he'd be home sometime after six; he's picking up Justin on the way. I'll probably be home in a couple of hours, too. It's two, and . . ." she looked at Dean and Clark, "so I'll be home sometime around five, maybe? I'll give you a call to let you know."

"All right, have fun."

The three teens walked and talked for about fifteen minutes. The guys wanted to ride the bus, but Lucia managed to deter them from the idea and convince them that walking was 'good for their soul'. They grumbled a bit but ultimately agreed to the twenty-minute walk.

They reached the building and entered. A blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk. Dean talked to her. "Hey, Kira, this is Lucia. She's new around here."

Kira smiled. "How did you end up with these two?"

Lucia groaned dramatically. "Well, they somehow managed to corner me and convince me to let them show me around the city, but this is the first time that they even talked about letting me meet their parents."

Kira laughed. She spoke to Dean and Clark. "Team one is in the work out room. They just got on shift." The kids thanked them and started back to the work out room. The closer she got, the more nervous Lucia became. These were cops, and if what Dean and Clark said were true, they were the most elite team in the city. What if they found out her secret?

She brushed the thought out of her mind and put on her trademark smile, her mask. Clark and Dean walked right in, but she stayed by the door.

"Hey, Clark, Dean, what's up you guys?" asked a man on the bike. He was mostly bald, and he had a kind face.

"Hey, dad," Dean replied. "We just wanted you to meet Lucia." He looked over at her and motioned for her to come in. She did so without hesitation, trying to appear confident. Dean and Clark introduced her to everyone.

Dean's dad, Greg, was the one on the bike, and Spike was running on the treadmill. Wordy was spotting Ed by the weights, Sam was going at the punching bag, and Lou and Jules were sparring. They all came over to greet her and shake her hand, saying what a pleasure it was to meet her. She responded in kind, smiling and laughing when appropriate.

Greg had just asked her about her family when they all heard "Team One, hot call, suit up."

Greg looked apologetically at her, but she didn't mind. The team left and Lucia looked at Dean and Clark. They talked for a while until Lucia felt her phone buzz. She read the message and looked at her friends. "Sorry, guys, looks like I have to bail. Family problems."

They shrugged, but Dean called after her. "Hey, Lu! Check this out before you go!" He handed her a flyer. "Team One is hosting a cadet program, and I was wondering if you wanted to do it."

She glanced it over. "Are you guys doing it?"

Clark grinned. "Yeah. It would be much more interesting if you joined in, though. We're apparently going to be making our own cadet team, and with the three of us, what subject could possible succeed?"

Lucia smiled as she headed out again. "I'll think about it. See you guys later!"