FIVE YEARS PRIOR

Being the children of a man on the FBI's most wanted list wasn't easy, nor was it common. But Samarah and Cassandra Reddington were more than used to it by now. After all, it's all they'd known for eleven years. But they weren't used to this. That morning. What their father was doing. They never thought they'd get used to it…

"What do you mean you're turning yourself in?" Samarah had gaped. If she wasn't already awake at an early six in the morning, she was now.

"You're both going to be fine." Reddington said calmingly as he buttoned his vest. "I wont let anything bad happen to you, or me, for that matter."

Cassandra yawned as she rubbed her eyes. "So what about us? What will we do?"

"Some agents will come to pick you up." He responded, turning on his squeaky heels. "They'll take you to the building I'm in. You'll probably wait with them until they see that I'm not full of it."

"What if they put us in foster care?" Samarah asked, horrified.

"Sammie, I would never allow that to happen." He stated, picking up his coat and slipping it on. "You both have to trust me. Can you do that?"

The twins looked at one another before giving a shrug. "I guess."

He lifted his sunglasses, and walked toward the door where his daughters stood. Samarah lifted the fedora in her hands, and placed it on her fathers head. She studied him for a moment. "Snazzy."

"Thank you. I'll see you both tomorrow." He kissed the top of their heads softly before walking down the hallway.

They followed him out the door, and Cassandra locked the door behind him. "He's going to get himself arrested…isn't he?"

Samarah made eye contact with her sister. "No. Dad's not stupid enough to do that…we have to trust him."

The older twin sighed. "I guess."

"Let's go get packed and ready to go." Samarah offered. "We wont see this house again."

Cassandra pouted as the two of them trudged up to their bedroom. "I liked this house."

"Yeah," Samarah sighed. "me too…"

"Now…as part of my deal…" Reddington looked up at Harold Cooper, who was going to be on his way to grant him his wishes.

"You're pushing your luck, Reddington." Cooper raised his brows.

"I have two daughters." He stated.

Everyone turned to look at him. Their eyes wide, and their brows raised, mouths gaped open.

"They're expecting to be picked up today. In those papers that you're about to drop off with the attorney general, is the condition that they don't go into foster care."

"How old are they?" Ressler questioned.

"Eleven. Twelve, soon." Was his response. "But they're assets. Important."

"How?" Cooper asked.

He smiled. "They know how things work. They like to play on the field, if you will."

"You send your eleven year old daughters to deal with hardcore criminals?" Ressler appeared to be angry.

"Don't sound so hasty, Donald. They've been properly trained. Probably even better than some of your agents…"

Cooper sighed. "Ressler…take Keen to pick the girls up. We don't want them scared."

Reddington laughed. "You don't know my girls very well at all…"

They'd been waiting for hours now. Coats on, shoes on, bags close to the door. Now, they were eating dinner. Samarah popped some toast in the toaster oven, and Cassandra buttered and jammed them.

That's when they heard the knock.

Samarah and Cassandra made eye contact warily, and both stood up from their chairs. Samarah took the gun from the counter, and turned off the safety. Cassandra came up behind her to peer out the window. "They look like feds…"

"You know what dad says, though." Samarah said warningly.

"Looks can be deceiving." They chorused.

Samarah opened the door, hiding the piece behind her thigh. "Yes?"

"Are you Samarah and Cassandra Reddington?" Elizabeth Keen looked down at the girls.

"Who's asking?" Cassandra inquired.

"We're FBI agents, sweetie." She responded softly.

"Mhm…can I see some identification…sweetie?" Samarah smiled, sarcasm coating her words.

Keen turned to look at Ressler with wide eyes, and lowered her badge to the twins.

Samarah studied it. "Mmm…do you have communication with our father?"

"Well…I can call if you'd like me-"

"That would be appreciated." Cassandra took a softer tone, unlike her untrusting sister.

So Keen dialed for Cooper, who handed the phone off to Reddington. Keen put it on speaker.

The girls looked at each other before saying in unison, "Papa?"

"No, girls, I'm not in any trouble. You can trust them." They heard his calm voice and immediately calmed down themselves.

Samarah sighed heavily. "Okay…"

"Thank you for calling, though. Better safe than sorry. Did you ask for identification?"

"Yeah." Cassandra replied. "It's legit…"

"Good job. I'm proud of you. I'll see you two soon, okay?"

"Okay." The two responded. "We love you."

"I love you too."

Samarah hung up and handed Keen her phone. "Alright. Let's go, Cass."

The two grabbed their bags and walked with one another to the large black SUV. Ressler opened the back door, and the two slid in.

Keen got in the passenger seat, and Ressler took the drivers. Samarah rested her head against the window and sighed sadly. She was trying her best to memorize the house, knowing it would be the last time she'd see it in person.

"Number two-hundered and fifty-two." Cassandra said.

"Hm?" Keen turned around to face them

"The house." Samarah spoke softly. "This one was two-hundered and fifty-two…"

PRESENT DAY

Life changed. Sometimes for the good, and sometimes for the bad. And, sometimes? For the extreme. Five years ago, I never thought it would come to this. That my dad wouldn't be a criminal, for the first time since before I was born. That me and Cass might be able to live normal, regular, teenage lives…or whatever that meant. I didn't like it, though. Not a bit…so I decided I wasn't going to do it.

Back at the postoffice, where both I and Cass 'worked', I lied across a table as I threw a ball in the air. "Two-hundred and fifty two."

"What?" Cass raised her eyebrows at me.

"It's been two-hundred and fifty-two hours since I spoke to dad last." I responded, sighing when the ball hit my head and bounced away.

"It's been…" She looked down at her watch. "About two hours for me."

"Of course it has." I muttered. "He's probably mad at me for some stupid reason."

Cass rolled her eyes at me. "Dad never gets mad at you. You're the golden child."

"Oh please. I remind him of himself and no one likes looking in a mirror. You remind him of mom, a woman he once loved. I think we both know who the golden child is."

"For what it counts, it doesn't matter right now." Ressler said, tapping my feet. "Look who just came in."

I sat up. Samar and Aram. Finally.

"What's going on?" Samar questioned.

"The new FBI director got sworn in today. First order of business, there's a bureau wide review of all special operations." Cooper walked down the steps and met us all by the very table I was laying on.

I blinked. "They're going to find out my dads empire has been decimated, then?"

"What they'll find Is that Mr. Reddington gives us more high level targets than anyone else in the bureau." Samar stated.

"I'm worried about his ability to find us cases." Cooper said. "I'm worried we may have a perception problem."

"What does that mean?" Ressler asked.

"Perception, sir?" Aram appeared to be nervous.

"There was a DNA test…between Reddington and Keen. It's only a matter of time before I have to disclose the matters of that test." Cooper coughed as he looked at me and Cass.

"Which are…?" I raised my eyebrows.

He licked his lips. "You two share a father with her."

That's when I felt the blood boiling in my chest.

"Sam." Cass said warningly, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off. "Shit." Then I grabbed my keys.

"What are you doing?" Ressler asked.

"I'm angry." I spat as I began walking away from them and toward the elevator.

"That wasn't the question." He hurriedly walked after me.

"He doesn't get to hide shit like that from me!" I shouted, as I spun on my heels. A multitude of heads turned to stare at me. "And to hell with him for avoiding me. I'm done."

"Don't do something irrational because of your anger, Sam." He said.

"I'm plenty rational, thanks." I rolled my eyes as I stepped into the elevator and began pressing buttons. "Tell Cooper I'll be back…eventually."

The doors shut.

Of course I was angry. I always knew I had a sister. He just never told me who it was, never allowed me or Cass to know. It always bothered me, because although Cass was older, I very much took on an older sister roll in our relationship. I never had a mom growing up. Lizzy was the closest thing I had to a strong female role once my father turned himself into the FBI, and the very fact that after all this time, after our suspicions were constantly turned down, after every lie he told us…that she was my sister…it stings. And I wouldn't let him get away with it, either.

When I stepped into the pool room at the motel, I immediately spotted my dad in the pool next to Lizzie.

"Ah, Sam! So lovely to see you." He grinned.

I walked toward them at an alarming rate, which only caused Lizzie to become concerned about my reasoning for showing up here.

"The feeling isn't mutual." I spat.

"Oh what's got you so upset, sweetie?" He asked softly. "Did you get in a fight with your sister?"

"It's not about Cass." I balled my fists. "It's about you."

His gaze lingered on me for a moment before turning to Lizzie. "Do you know what this is about…?"

"It's about her, and you, and what you're hiding from me…and her!" I shouted, but my words came out frazzled. I wasn't good at the whole yelling thing, I was always much too angry to put my words into a sentence when I shouted.

"Red…you haven't told her?" Lizzie asked.

"You knew!?" I yelled again.

"Okay, okay, let's all calm down here." My dad sighed, sitting up.

"You calm down!" I began pacing, rubbing my face. "Jesus Christ…why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew it would only make you angry with me." He responded.

"Hell yes, I'm angry." I began walking toward him, but Lizzie pulled me back.

"Sammie. Deep breath, okay?"

In her arms I did as she said and exhaled sharply. "Sorry."

"I didn't tell you either. Be mad at me, too."

"He's my dad. It's his responsibility to tell me when I have an older sister. Not yours…"

"Listen. We have to go do something, lets go hop in the car, and you can continue yelling in there." Said my dad, who was reaching for his pants.

"I'll get in the car, but I'm not talking to him." I said stubbornly.

She sighed. "We really are sisters. You really are me."

I crossed my arms in irritation. This wasn't going to be a fun car ride.

Ok so I know this is slightly confusing, but in every chapter i'll probably insert a scene from five years prior just to give you an idea of how all the relationships came to grow into what they are today, and whatnot. This is my first Blacklist fanfic tho, so I hope you enjoy!

-Sam