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Summary: Jamie Eppes the "lost" sister of the Eppes brothers reluctantly comes back to California for business reasons. However, it is almost impossible to avoid any confrontations or any romance. DT, slight CA

A/N: This is mainly about Jamie Eppes and I know not a lot of people like to read about original characters but give it a chance please! This is also my very first fic so constructive criticism would be nice. Thanks!

Prologue: Flight Back Home

Jamie Eppes stared out the plane window as she ran her fingernails up and down her jeans. How she ended up on a plane back to California, she had no idea. Scratch that. The twenty-four year old knew perfectly well but it was necessary to stay in denial. She reached up to tuck her jet black hair behind her right ear and in doing so her elbow bumped into a little boy sitting next to her. He jumped and turned to her.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

He smiled and she noticed that his two front teeth were missing. He was maybe around three or four years old. Jamie glanced at the middle aged woman next to him. Her head was drooping and she was snoring slightly. It seemed to Jamie that the mother was having a well deserved rest.

"Yep. Yep. Yep. My name is Kyle. What's yours?"

"My name is Jamie. Shh. You don't want to wake up your mom," she whispered. Kyle giggled and covered his mouth with both his hands.

"Okay," he whispered.

Jamie gave him a rare smile. She raised an eyebrow when the Kyle reached down to pick up a book.

"Will you read this to me?" he asked. His toothless grin melted her heart. She took the book from him but froze when she saw the title.

Good Night, Moon.

Her mother had read it to her on nights of loud thunderstorms in order to keep her mind off the sharp cracks and the sizzle of the lightning bolts. Don always made fun of her for being such a wuss while Charlie ignored the both of them in order to solve the equation that was floating in his already crowded brain. Jamie breathed in and mentally shook the thoughts away. She didn't need this now. She wasn't going back to California to have a nice sappy reunion. This was a business trip.

A trip that involved her oldest brother.

Damn you, Fitzgerald. This is all your fault.

"Hey! Aren't you going to read?"

Jamie started in her seat. Her long hair brushed against Kyle. Smiling weakly, she threw her hair up into a bun and picked the book up from her lap. Then she began to read.

Jamie awoke to the low melody of Minuet in G. Her slender arm snaked out from beneath the white covers and groped for her cell phone on the mahogany dresser. Cursing the sun she lifted her head from under the hotel pillows. She moaned when she checked the clock. 6:04 a.m. The caller was not in his right mind and Jamie would have strangled him if she could. Which left her to wonder, who was calling her during at this ungodly hour? She squinted at the Caller ID.

Fitzgerald. Crap. My boss.

"This is Eppes," she said after clearing her throat. The static tickled her ears but the deep voice was still loud and clear.

"Eppes, it's me. You in LA yet?"

"Yes, sir."

She could almost hear him roll his eyes.

"Will you stop with the sir? Well, talk to your brother soon. Jackson's giving me shit about wanting the story now. He's afraid that TIME will get to it first. So hurry or else our jobs are on the line," Fitzgerald said. Jamie sighed.

"Again."

"No kidding. I'm serious though. Beat the crap out of your brother to get some info if you have to."

"Um hello? He's a FBI agent. I doubt the government will take that kindly. Even if I'm related to him," she replied. Fitzgerald laughed wearily.

"Right. Well, I'll hang up now."

"Ok-"

"Wait!"

Jamie put the phone back to her ear and frowned. She stood up from the bed but regretted it immediately when the cold draft teased her bare shoulders and feet.

"Just in case I have to remind you. I like my job. I love it and I would very much like to keep it," he answered. Jamie rolled her eyes as she reached for her towel.

"So no pressure or anything," she asked. He chuckled.

"No pressure. Later. Be nice," he warned.

"He's my brother for God's sake. What's he going to do?" she asked. And didn't he just say beat the crap out of him?

"Not give you info. Make you lose your job. Make me lose-"

"Okay, okay. I'll play nice. Goodbye!" she assured him. Not likely. It didn't seem like her boss believed her either.

"Right. Call me when you have something."

"Will do. Bye," she said and then snapped her phone shut. She sat back on the bed and breathed in deeply. Her head dropped and she realized that she was holding a towel. There was no way she could go back to sleep now. Her thin hairs on the back of her neck rose slightly when she heard the sharp whine of sirens muffled by the glass windows. It just reminded her even more where she was. LA. She hadn't been here in two years and now she was back. To see her brother, no less.

She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. If she had to write a story on the use of mathematics Jamie would be at least a little happier. She could handle Charlie even if the absent-mindedness annoyed her to the point of loss of temper. However Fitzgerald assigned her a story that involved the FBI when her supposed best friend and co-worker Tammy casually let their boss know that Jamie's eldest brother would be the perfect primary source. If only Jamie had socked her right then and there. Don's arrogance and coldness towards her would never change.

Neither would her indifference.

A/N: Reviews would be greatly appreciated! Constructive criticism please. Thanks for reading!