Hi!Happy Valentine's Day! (which is very appropriate for Sue and Jack, don't you think?)

I've been trying to get Sue Thomas FBeye back on TV to no avail, as I know nobody in the field. I have tried emailing several people with no response. If anyone of you knows someone that could help even in the SLIGHTEST way, CONTACT THEM! Sue needs to be back on TV!

Anyways, this is my version of what should happen in Season 4, or Season 1 of the reboot (depends on how you think about it). Because I cannot write whole long stories within one week, I will be posting a portion (with a cliffhanger, of course) of the "episode" every Sunday, so come back then to read more! They average out to be about 8 chapters each or so.

Enjoy, and please review! If you have any ideas for stories, please let me know! I'm open to ideas, though I have many ideas on what could happen. We'll see where this takes us.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sue Thomas FBeye or any of its characters, so if you recognize a person from this program or any other (I might put in a cameo here and there), know that I do not own them at all. All scenarios and people that you do not recognize, I own that, though they might be inspired from something else, but in no way is it copying them. If I am missing something in this copyright notice, please let me know!

NOTE: I can't seem to find a list of the team's SAM numbers. If someone knows of a comprehensive list, it would be greatly appreciated!

KEY: Italics are a memory, and all caps is ASL. Sorry, some of my ASL grammar is bad. I only know a little ASL, so if anyone knows how to properly say any sentences I write in ASL, please let me know, and I will change it to be how it should be!

Everything was hectic around the FBI bullpen. Agents that weren't even part of their team were rushing around, bumping into each other, going back and forth, passing documents, files, drives, phones, just about everything. Others were at their desks, frantically going through files and drives, or on the phone. The tension was thick, like a dense fog covering the whole Hoover building. At various times, the normal inhabitants of the space looked up and around, thinking "How did it get to this?"

Tara and her two-week new intern were searching the internet for clues and trying to work on the video clip sent to the FBI to no avail.

"This is the best I can do," she said to Jack as she put the video up on the screen so that everyone in the bullpen could see. Everyone stopped what they were doing immediately to watch the video for the 100,000 time.

The first thing everyone sees is a black-on-white screen with the horrifying words: "if you do not figure this out by September 22nd at 2:00 PM, the White House will blow up." Next is a short clip of a silhouette of a man, talking, but is obstructed by pixilation, test patterns and other images to see what he is saying, or to identify who he is. There is no audio, and the images were so fast, no one could identify them. Within seconds, the video was over. "Whoever created this, they were very smart." She said with a tired, deer-in-headlights look on her face.

"Thanks Tara. Did you have any luck in tracking down the email IP?"

"No. They hid that very well, but I will keep on looking. All I can tell so far is that it was relayed several times before reaching the final destination - us."

He gave her a sad, tired smile, and turned to her intern, sitting next to her.

"Mya, I want you to go over the clip, frame by frame, and note anything you can find."

"Yeah," she said as he turned away.

As Jack was walking to his desk, Sarah, the team's rotor of 8 years, came up beside him. "I can't seem to find anything searching the files about the people who have threatened to bomb the White House in the past. Every name that comes up is either dead, or in prison. There has been no attempted escapes by anyone in those prisons either."

"Mhm, thanks for checking." He said as he sat down at his desk, thinking very hard, almost so deep, in another world.

Sarah looked down at him. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"I don't know who else to call. I've called every contact and snitch I have, and none of them can help." He heard Bobby say. Myles grunted in response.

Sarah still stood there next to Jack, hopeful that she could help these sleep-deprived agents in any way that she could.

As he sat there deep in thought, he thought of one person that could. The one person that he hasn't been able to be in contact with in over 10 years.

"Sue." Jack responded quietly, mostly to himself. He quickly got up, grabbed his leather jacket, and almost literally ran out the door. Everyone in the room looked up at the commotion, but when he was gone, they got back to work.

"Who is Sue?" Sarah asked to nobody in particular. When she said this, 4 heads jerked in her direction.