A/N: Hello! This is my first fan fic. I wrote this story when I was in middle school, which was half of my lifetime ago…if not more . I realized that the Lost Girl cast fit it perfectly, so I hope you like it. I have a couple of other stories I am working on. One I won't post until its finished as it may take me a year to do. The other is a cute one shot. Anyhow please let me know what you think.

Also a big shout out to my beta Doccubus 21! Thank you so much for all of your help. You rock.

Freedom Force

Bo had been in the police force for ten years. She could have been NYPD, LAPD, Miami PD or Chicago PD, but instead she opted for the metropolitan PD in Washington, D.C.. Any cop knows that it's basically you committing suicide as it was the worst city in the US for crime, and being a female police officer put the target on her back all the larger. She didn't care though, bring it on, she thinks. At the end of the day it brought her closer to doing real work like the FBI, CIA, NSA, or the secret service do.

The MPD has a unique role among law enforcement in the United States in that it serves as a local police department, with county, state and Federal responsibilities, and is under a municipal government but operates under Federal authority. The MPD is organized into six bureaus that provide services including Patrol, Investigations, Internal Affairs, Homeland Security, Strategic Services, and Corporate Support.

Bo had a terrible past that didn't allow her to join any of the other factions that assisted with the government, so she opted for the MPD instead. She had hoped to become an investigator after her initial police force training, which she did in two years, making her one of the youngest in her force. She then became the lead investigator after another 2 and then was even given the title of sergeant. She found that pushing papers and sitting at a desk was not her style and wanted to trade it in to go back to investigations after three years as sergeant. Right before she could though they offered her the captain position.

"Politics just aren't my style, chief. I need to be in the mix. On the street. Being a part of the action," Bo said with a tone of desperation.

"McCorrigan, I get it. I really do, but opportunities like this just don't fall in your lap. We won't know how long it will take for this to happen again and everything has been fast tracked towards you and your future here with us. Just take it, McCorrigan and just bask in the benefits. You are young, only 27 years old and they want to make you captain! Don't you get it? When I retire you can have my seat and control the entire metropolitan police force. You will most likely still be in your thirties when I retire. It is unheard of for someone so young to rise so fast, but this position... It's made for you."

"I'm sorry, sir. I have to respectfully decline and ask to be put back to lead detective of homicide. There is just too much going on out on these streets that need my assistance before I will 'have' to be behind a desk before retirement. Please sir, I know you took a chance long ago allowing me to enter the force with a past like mine, but I ask you for your patience and understanding on this."

"It's your life, McCorrigan. Now get out. I have work to do. Head back to your precinct and your new assignment should be there for you."

"Thank you, sir."

That was last year.

When the chief had said to go back to the precinct to receive my new assignment, I stupidly thought I would just fall back into investigations with my old crew. I thought I would be happy taking to the streets, assisting with my country and our government to the best of my ability. Since when did I become gullible? Oh, right, three years as a sergeant behind a fucking desk. I should of known saying no to the captain position was a total fuck up on my part. One that would not be ignored lightly by anyone, and to be honest the fact that it was offered after only three years is ridiculous. I should of known something was up.

Just then a zip…zip…zip, flew past Bo's head. Knocking her into the wall. Fuck they found where I was hiding. The game is on I guess. She cooed out a bird call to alert her other team members that shit was about to get real and to gun up. She turned on her belly where she steadied her Barrett M82 and put on her night vision. Tonight was going to be another long one as she saw at least 40 men to her team of 8. They weren't just any 8 though.

Last year….

As Bo stepped outside of the chiefs building she was immediately escorted into an unmarked SUV. This was a normal secret service style vehicle, so she wasn't suspicious, but was curious as to the need of the escort vehicle. "Guys, I am perfectly fine to get to the precinct on my own, it's just down the block. This is DC after all," she chuckled.

"Ms. McCorrigan your attendance is required elsewhere, please enter the vehicle ma'am, and we shall take you there."

Bo hesitated for a second and noticed the earplugs in the ears, and the magnums each had strapped inside their jackets, and the lumps near their ankles. Shit, this IS the secret service, she thought. "Um, ok, any idea where I am may be headed?"

" That's classified ma'am, please step into the vehicle."

Classified, of course it is. What the hell have you gotten yourself into now McCorggian!

They stopped in front of what looked like a cemetery in the middle of nowhere. They ushered her out and lead her to what looked like a mausoleum, yet was actually a tunnel. Shit, is this one of the capitol's secret tunnels? Holy shit I am totally fan girling right now… keep it together, McCorrigan. Keep it together.

They walked for a better part of an hour through what seemed to be an endless tunnel that if she didn't know any better would be her untimely death. However, they finally reached a door and did some secret pounding on it to have it opened from the other side. Once they entered through the door she was standing in a beautifully ornate room similar to that of the rooms one can visit at the capital. Domed ceilings. White washes on all of the walls and ceilings, marble floors that seemed to be cleaned every hour instead of every night. The Roman Greco architecture throughout with Renaissance style artwork painted on the walls and ceilings instead of actual paintings.

They lead her through a hall to an intimidating gigantic office that seemed almost half a mile from the door to the desk inside. Many assistants seem to be bustling about in and out of file cabinets and tapping on tablets, computers, or talking on their phones as I was lead towards this man sitting so calmly amongst all of the chaos surrounding him. The dark carpet of the floor seemed to muffle all of the running around, but the acoustics of the domed ceiling let you know that there was organized chaos all around you as Bo moved towards the desk.

"Ah, Ms. McCorrigan, do have a seat. EVERYONE ELSE, OUT NOW!" he boomed and after what seemed to be only half a second it was just me and him, and I suddenly started to sweat.

"Good Day Sir, you seem familiar to me. Have we met before?"

The man started to laugh maniacally loud, and I started to think about how long it would take for me to reach my ankle holster and squeeze the trigger if he was about to do the same to me. I could tell this man meant business, but as to what business I wasn't sure.

"Relax McCorrigan, I am not here to kill you." He eyed me as he saw me glance down to my ankle in that split of a second and tense, which meant he had serious training. Far higher than that of basic military grade, no this man was a specialist, of what though was still left to be found out.

"To answer your question, yes, we have met. It was 4 years ago. You were the lead investigator on several members of the cartel infiltrating the mob here in DC to take over certain aspects of business that would somehow involve our government. Instead of being a whistleblower to those members of congress and receiving the wave of appraisal from your own higher ups in the force that could of let you be in congress yourself, you opted to keep the cartel out and the mafia silent. This of course pissed off a lot of Cartel with members of congress that had already promised them great power. Of course you yourself knew this and used the distaste and aggression the Cartel would use against these members to allow you to take them out with necessary force, as it is so clearly stated, that must be in effect in order for you to ever pull your trigger. I was caught in the crossfire of this crazy shit show; you seemed to have a handle on. You also saved my life, although you were also the one who put me in immediate danger. You took down 70 cartel with only 30 officers. You made the mafia happy, and all the members of the corrupt congress members safe at home with their families as if nothing had happened, and you also managed to keep the paper out of an all out war. Shit McCorrigan, and then you deny yourself the Captain's stripes today?! Well, once I heard that I knew that you were meant to lead my special project."

"I'm sorry, sir, but who are you exactly? And why would I want to work for someone that is not up to snuff in our government? Why should I trust you." She asked flatly.

"I don't give a fuck what you trust kid. I trust you, and that's all that I need. McCorrigan, I am not asking you, I am telling you. YOU WILL lead my special projects team. As of today, you are off of the grid. You lived up until the moment you left the chief's office. You were in a terrible car accident after you left his office signing the papers to become captain. What a tragedy for such a young, bright star for the MPD."

"What the fuck did you just say!" Bo blurted out. She leaned forward in her chair and gripping the desk in front of her till her knuckles turned white!

"Listen kid, don't FUCK with me. I deal with politicians, cartel, mafia, and all other kinds of scum like you wouldn't even believe. I am the president's Secretary of Defense, but I prefer Secretary of War as it really should of just stayed that way from when George Washington first made the seat back in the day, its more appropriate for who I really am behind these doors. I was not a part of that little deal that you so interestingly took care of. I myself was trying to stop it and was caught in the crossfire in a ruse I had no idea you had created. I was following my leads into an all out war, and kid, I was a little pissed at you for that until you took those two bullets in your chest piece to save me all while laying an AK into 3 guys taking them out before you blacked out. I don't know who the fuck you are but you are a mean take no nonsense bitch, and I need you as the leader of my team. The NSA, CIA, and the FBI won't take you in because you are littered with a juvenile detention rap sheet a mile long! Drugs, alcohol, truancy, attempted prostitution at the age of 17, high school drop out. I mean fuck, kid! How did you even get on the force at 18!?"

"I took my GED and passed the highest ever. I received a perfect score on the test, and then took the ASVAB. The military wouldn't take me because of my record, told me to live clean for two years and come back and then for some reason the chief took me in. I think it's because my Granddad was his best friend and he took pity on me really." Bo said sadly as she thought of her amazingly wonderful grandfather Fitzpatrick "Trick" McCorrigan.

He had been her ray of light until he was killed in action when she was 12. He had been taking care of her when her mom went to prison for drugs when she was only three. Her father was killed when she was just a baby. She could never really understand why her mother turned out like that when Trick was so amazing. After Trick died, though, she saw how easy it was to fall into the dangerous underground in the US. Being passed around through foster homes like a piece of bad meat forgotten at the bottom of your fridge really tore at Bo's own moral psyche. After middle school she ended up with a bunch of drifter kids like her and just raised hell for three years destroying her life that could have been with any of the special services. Running drugs, skipping school, drinking, smoking, and almost sold her body off in order to get a fix she couldn't afford. Thank God the chief had let her in, she would probably be sharing a bunk with her mother if he hadn't. Somehow she knew he had known that too.

"Interesting. Tell me, McCorrigan, how is it that you kept 30 police officers quiet about all of the corruption that was happening in the white house with this cartel/mafia investigation?"

"That's classified sir," Bo said with the hint of a smirk and oozing of sarcasm on every syllable.

"I suggest you contain your bullshit for a someone else, girl. Like I said you are dead and I own you now. Your funds frozen, your car towed, your house for sale, all that you ever were and what you will ever be is now with me. You get me, kid?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are telling me you erased my life and who the fuck I am going to be you motherfucker." In a split second Bo had her gun in her hand, but the Secretary of Defense already had her throat in his hand and his gun between her eyes as she pressed hers to his temple. Gasping for air as he squeezed tighter she started to gurgle a bit as she started seeing black rings at the edge of her vision. Neither one moving as if to be in an old West stand off, one waiting for the other to flinch before pulling the trigger.

"Drop it kid or so help me, I will make those reports today true."

Bo did as she was told, as did he. She straightened out her clothes and sat back down in a huff. She knew she was trapped. If there is one thing you can't fuck with it's the president's cabinet. She knew she was stuck. In what though she wasn't quite sure.

"Can I at least know your name." She said hoarsely

"I am Fleet Admiral Lachlan of the US Navy Seals. Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you. I want to save this damn country and all of its inhabitants as quietly and incorruptly as possible. This means doing things a little differently than our dear government would like, but sometimes you have to do that for the greater good. I saw that in you that day, McCorrigan. You lead a team into what should have been a bloodbath on your side, but the tactics you used allowed you to take home all of your men unscathed. To be honest that should have been impossible, yet here you are in all of your glory. The military are fucking idiots to not of taken you in, so that is what I am doing now. You will not be a part of the armed forces, but better yet the Freedom Force."

"Freedom force, sir? Never heard of it"

"Exactly, and no one ever will! As great as our spies are, they are still owned by our government. Taking orders from pencil pushers, looking to increase their pay grade. I just want results. I don't want to gather a bunch of paperwork, have 10 higher ups involved and wait for a green light, or make sure we are following protocol. All to just bring them in for a court date, or send them to Guantanamo. No, McCorrigan, you will seek and destroy. No bullshit. You find your intel and you kill the fuckers. It's as simple as that."

Bo was floored. She could not believe the unethicalness of what she just heard. Shit, it was illegal; if she were caught she would be considered a traitor or something right? A murderer if nothing else. Yet it seemed to be exciting as well. She always wanted to be apart of something bigger and better. Someone to make her grandfather proud after all of the shit she had done to make sure that could never happen. Honestly, what could she do anyway? There was no denying to most highly decorated ranking officer of the US Navy, and a Navy Seal at that. The deadliest special forces operation from our own government. Plus she was basically dead, so what choice did she have?

"What is your out?"

Lachlan chuckled, "If you are saying what am I to do if you are found out I won't have to do much of anything, you will be killed most likely from retaliation of the people you are gathering intel on. If the government finds out I will handle it. Give you a new life via witness protection. Ysabeau McCorrigan will have to die, though I'm afraid. I'm sure you understand the protocol. Can't have a dead woman all of a sudden resurfacing. Do you have another name you would like?"

"Bo Dennis," she said without hesitation. Dennis being her father's name, and Bo her preferred nickname.

"Ok, Bo Dennis, welcome to Freedom Force, Captain." Lachlan said with a smirk as he held out his hand.

Bo huffed, of course I couldn't get away from this stupid fucking title, she thought as she raised up from her seat and shook his hand tightly. "If you are fucking with me, I promise you, I will kill you," Bo said matter of factly.

"I'm counting on that Dennis" Lachlan said with a smirk.

"Alright, so now what do we do?"

"We do nothing. You will pick your team, seven more members to make yourself an elite 8. They must have the same background as you, Dennis. No families of any kind. I can't have anyone looking for any of you, ever. No wives, kids, siblings, anything. All foster kids in any type of law enforcement, military or specialized forces. I will take care of housing, transportation, weapons, communications, and basically anything you could possibly need. I will train all of you to be a part of our special communications link that we will send and receive information on. I will give you key codes to obtain access in all of the systems we have in our nation and the times when it is best to log in without detection. We must stay off of the grid, Dennis. This is of the utmost importance. You are now a ghost and will stay that way until I say so. There is a lot of shit coming this way and this country cannot afford to have another Gulf War or 9/11attack. This is what you are doing, Dennis, you are not only protecting us from the enemy, but you are keeping us from becoming the enemy as well."

"And here I thought pushing papers was a nightmare. You do realize you are fucking insane right? How are you any different than a dictator?" Bo said with piss and vinegar as she was starting to think that this guy was mad.

"Dictators do it for their own ego! They want power and their name everywhere saying so. No one will know about us. NO ONE! All I want is to be able to have children grow up and be safe. My son didn't get that chance, he fought a ridiculous war that meant nothing but money in pockets and he gave his fucking life for it. My daughter is basically trying to kill herself after the loss of her brother blaming me for everything, and I can't have that. I have to make things right, and I will do it by any means necessary. I know you may think I am crazy right now, and yes, you and your team will put your lives on the line every day with no chance of being a hero in the spotlight or being rewarded for saving anyone. I am asking you to do this for the lives that have been lost over corruption and the lives that will be saved once you end it. It is true that there will be a new person to take the place of every member you gun down, but if they fear you and realize that the money is leaving their hands and there is nothing they can do about it anymore, then maybe we can actually start to structure ourselves back into being a country that deserves to be on top. A country families would be proud to send their children to, to have a better life. That's what I want, Dennis. I want America back."

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap was what Bo heard behind her shoulder. Lachlan looked up to see who dared disturb him in his meeting and Bo visibly saw his eyes soften, tears seemed to be brimming at the edges, and he let out a soft sigh as he relaxed his shoulders.

"Well put, Daddy. Is that what you told Will when he joined? Was that your speech when he said he thought it wasn't the best idea to go, but he wanted to make you proud? You're an egomaniac, Daddy. Just deal with it. You killed mom, you killed your son, and I'm on the chopping block next." She said as she flopped onto the chair next to me.

My senses got bombarded with the scent of stale weed and whiskey with an underlying tone of jasmine, vanilla and juniper. I turned to look at what had to have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had hair that shone as bright as the rays of the sun, her face was as if it was chiseled out of marble with lines of perfection everywhere, skin that looked as soft as silk; her whiskey brown eyes had me swimming in them, lost inside the conflicted emotions swirling within, along with her perfectly pouty mouth that I was drawn to immediately. It took me a minute to realize she had actually said anything to me.

"So?" she said again.

Ahem, I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry, um, did you say something?"

She smirked at my blatant ogling at her and winked at me. This made me flush red through my neck and pink in my cheeks immediately. I grabbed a glass of water from the desk that had been placed there before I had even arrived hoping it would chill my flesh back down.

"I said what bullshit part of the military is he trying to get you to join? She said flatly as she stared daggers out her eyes towards him no longer paying attention to me.

"Um, oh, he wants me to be a paige for him, you know, to help him in the cabinet." Bo hoped that was a good enough lie. He seemed to have a shit ton and she could easily get lost in the crowd of faces in this office.

She snorted, "A Paige, is that what you want me to believe? Do all paiges carry guns in their ankles and shoulder straps."

How the hell did she know that! Bo thought? She had to be half drunk and very obviously stoned. Did she also have military training?

"Ahem," Lachlan cleared his throat to get the obvious attention from the both of us. "Dennis, this is my daughter, Lauren Lewis-Lachlan."

"Lauren Lewis, Dad. Remember, I changed it 2 years ago legally. I want nothing to do with you... Except... can I get a few grand? I am running low on my funds."

"Lauren, every day you come in with the same bullshit and your funds have been in the same spot for years. You have MORE than enough money to take care of yourself. You have a house, a car, a fantastic medical education that you seemed to leave right at the end of your residency. The hospitals are still calling me wanting my brilliant Dr. Daughter to go back to neurosurgery and research. Lauren please I beg…"

"You! Beg! Fuck you! You know nothing of begging, you asshole! Where were you when my mother was begging for her life when you were at sea and was dying of cancer you fucking prick. Why didn't you come back. We needed to move her and we needed your fucking signature to send her to an off base medical facility that specialized in her type of cancer. Of course we were bombarded with red tape here and the military not wanting to okay such a move or cover the insurance cost, and of course we needed to access your private accounts to pay for the necessary surgeries. All in all, you should have been here! Then, THEN... What of Will dad? HUH!?" She was screaming now. "He begged you to not make him join, you knew he would be shipped out to that godforsaken war. There wasn't a recruit that didn't end up in that fucking desert back then, you fuck! How could you do that to your own son? My brother? My fucking everything! Now give me the money now!"

With that Lachlan opened his drawer and a lock box. He took out a stack of money and handed it to Lauren. She had tears running down her cheeks, her face was flushed; her breathing erratic, and she just couldn't of been any more beautiful to me.

Jesus Christ, who the hell was this woman, and what the hell did I have to do to get to know her better. As if she had heard my thoughts, she turned around with a devious glint in her eyes that lead to an even worse smirk.

She stalked over to me and landed a kiss straight on my lips that I at first thought would hurt, but was the softest, most electrifying thing I had ever felt in my life. I let out a soft moan that only we could hear, as I heard Lachlan cursing at her in the background, but I didn't care. I was in heaven. I couldn't even remember the last time I even kissed anyone, let alone a woman this beautiful.

This kiss though... this would surely haunt me for the rest of my life. This woman was on fire and she enveloped me in it with her just the same, and I wanted it all. As she pulled back, I caught a glimpse of sadness in her eyes, and a longing I could not place. She let out a soft sigh, and what seemed to be a mouthed thank you, as she left abruptly. Her father was still steaming mad, cursing to the heavens at his daughter's display and antics all the while trying to apologize for her behavior.

Me, well shit, I was on cloud fucking nine, and I never wanted to come down. Dead or not I had to see that woman again...

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A/N Let me know what you think. R&R please.