A.N.: This is my first story...trying my hand at this. I may keep this going, I may not.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for Lexa Kennedy.

No one took a second glance at the fifteen year old girl that walked into the room. She headed towards the captain's office, but stopped short when she realized the man she was looking for wasn't in the office. She instead went to the coffee pot and fixed herself a cup. The teen then turned and scanned the room for a familiar face.

Her gaze fell on a familiar form. The woman was seated at a desk, reading a paper that was held in one hand, drinking a coffee with the other. Her dirty blonde hair was different than the teen remembered – it used to be a little wavy – and her honey-brown eyes were glazed over, deep in thought. The teen remembered her clearly.

The woman looked over at the vacant desk across from her. The girl remembered the woman's partner, too. And a few other people in the city. The woman set down the paper and the coffee and left the Major Case Squad room.

After a few minutes, the girl walked to the woman's desk. She picked up the laptop and slid under the adjoining desk. She opened the laptop. When it requested a password, her brow furrowed and she took a sip of her coffee.

'AEMCS.' She tried. She really could've done better, but she was too tired to.

'Invalid Password.' The teenager typed in gibberish for the next two tries to unlock the hint.

'That doesn't help at all.' She thought.

The detective walked back into the squad room. She sat at her desk and reached over to open her laptop. She looked over confused. "Where the hell…Who took my computer?"

Murmurs of "not me" echoed back, and she opened a drawer, shuffling through the contents.

"Good morning, Eames." A male voice greeted.

Detective Alex Eames looked up. "Good morning, Bobby." She greeted her partner. He was 6'4" with chocolate brown eyes and salt and pepper curls. He was clean-shaven, and wore a dark blue suit.

"What are you looking for?"

"My laptop has appeared to have grown legs and walked off. I swear it was here…" She shut a drawer and opened the next.

"Hm." Detective Robert "Bobby" Goren went to sit down. The teen moved it in just a bit, too deep in thought to realize it, and Goren looked at it. He went to sit down again, and the teen kicked at it, frutrated with the laptop.. She sent the chair flying across the room, and Goren to the ground.

"You alright, Bobby?" Eames asked.

"Uh…yea." He replied, sitting up. He gazed at the person sitting under his desk. "Can I help you?"

"Good morning." The girl replied. Her brow was furrowed, and she typed something on the laptop. She hit enter and grumbled when it still didn't let her in.

"Why don't you come out?"

"Dibs on chair."

The teen crawled out from under the desk. Her mid-back long, wavy blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun. She was 5'5" – two inches taller than Eames. She wore tan cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and tennis shoes. A sliver 'A' hung from a chain around her neck.

The blonde handed the laptop back to Eames. "I couldn't figure out the password."

Goren and Eames both had an annoying tug in the back of their heads. Like they knew the girl, but couldn't remember from where. "Can we help you?" asked Eames.

A brown haired, green-eyed man entered the squad room. He was about Goren's height and wore a black suit. He didn't give the blonde a second glance.

"Morning, Logan." Greeted Eames.

The blonde turned to see the newcomer. Green eyes locked with aqua orbs.

"Lexa!" Logan gathered the blonde in a crushing embrace.

"Nice to see you too, Mickey."