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A/N: I had this idea and wanted to see where it took me, enjoy!

Zoe Taylor

"Name?"

"Lauren Bailey."

"I'll ask you again. Name?"

"Millie Hill."

"Obviously working undercover isn't going to be your forte. Name?"

"Uh, fine, Zoe Taylor."

"You will be staying in an apartment compound with NSA agent John Casey."

"NSA? Oh kill me now."

"Now Miss Taylor. You will be working to protect the subject, Bartowski, along with Sarah Walker and John Casey."

"So Bartowski, is he the intersect? Does this mean that it worked better on him than it did on me?"

"You were the updated prototype intersect after the first intersect. He is the first, more successful intersect. Now. It's time to make your appearance to, as the others say, Team Bartowski." I was taken to a car and given the keys by the General. "We actually trust you with this car. So don't go blowing it up."

"No problem. They won't know about my, about my past, will they?"

"We will try our best not to let that information slip."

"Thank you General." I got in the car and drove to the apartment complex. Burbank apartments. Without a key to hand, I took out a lock pick and jimmied the lock open. I walked in the apartment to see a, quite clean apartment. The kitchen was immaculate. I dropped my two suitcases in what I assumed was the empty guest bedroom upstairs. It was quiet. I set about making some kind of dinner for myself. Chopping a bit of onion, boiling some water, put the pasta in it, mashing a bit of tomato, making meatballs and grating some cheese.

I heard the door open and leapt up onto the kitchen counter and up above the fridge. Could it be John? I couldn't risk it. I wedged myself in the ceiling and waited. I heard footsteps, something being dropped on the floor. The pan lid started to vibrate and I heard a click, whoever it was, they were ready. As soon as I saw them head towards the kitchen I dived off the ceiling, bringing them down to the floor. My two hands wrestled with one bulky hand. I slammed it on the floor only to be kicked away and pinned down, gun aimed at my face.

"Alex?" I gasped, a hand pinned itself to my mouth as he dropped the gun. It was him.

"Lauren. Is that really you?" I nodded slowly as I stood up. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been reassigned to work with John Casey, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I- I am John Casey but, not a word of my real name to anyone."

"And not mine." I held out my hand. "Zoe Taylor, apparently."

"As you know. John Casey." He shook my hand. Inadvertently I hugged him.

"I'm so sorry."

"You've nothing to be sorry about. It was me that disappeared first. I was too late to come back for you so it is my fault. I thought they had captured you."

"They couldn't keep me locked up that long." I looked at one the computer screens and saw a dorky guy dancing about his room. "Please don't tell me that's our intersect."

"I wish he wasn't. Never tell him to wait in the car."

As soon as I saw his face, images flashed through my mind. His name, some files. Orion and Frost. "Chuck Bartowski. He has been in a heck of trouble from you. My, my, I have my work cut out."

"Indeed you do," Casey replied, I heard a scraping sound and turned to see Casey devouring my pasta dish.

"Hey, that was for me!" I snapped. It was something that I had made him when I was Lauren and he was Alex, and let's say it was his absolute favourite. "Is there any left?"

"There is some."

I ate the measly remainder of my dinner and went upstairs to redecorate my room. Mainly old photos that had been processed and allowed through security as they wouldn't give my identity away. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in. It's okay."

"Just checking you're settled in." He put a hand on the lamp.

I noticed out the reflection of the mirror he placed a bug on the inside of the lampshade.

"Remove that bug Casey." I set about packing some clothes into the drawers, another bug was placed about the bedside dresser. "Casey, you've nothing to worry about. Now, look. I think we should be able to trust each other despite our past."

"Okay, but it's precautionary so I'll leave them there," he said strongly, I left it along and pulled my trousers down so that I was wearing just my top and my underwear. "Woah." Casey put a hand out as if he was some kind of gentleman.

"Oh come on, it's nothing you haven't seen already, quite literally. It may just be different seeing me again." I walked towards Casey gently pushing him out of the door and closing it behind him. I leaned back against the door.

It had been so long since I last saw him, I thought he was dead. Killed in action, and that's when I was recruited, or at least offered post at the different agencies. I changed into one of my baggy tops and positioned my own guns around the room, well, two. They weren't exactly well hidden, not to a fellow agent. "Goodnight John," I whispered, switching off the light and snuggling down with the covers pulled up around my chin.

The next morning, I was awoken by the sound of an alarm clock beside my bed. It took about four slaps of the hand before I managed to turn it off. I threw on the first set of clothes that I could find before bumping into John on the way out of my room.

"Casey, good morning," I smiled broadly.

"Come with me, it's time to set out about working."

"What? Where?"

"The best place imaginable," he replied somewhat sarcastically. "Buy more."

"Buy more what?"

"No, that's the name of the store. Buy more," he laughed a little.

"You want me to work with electronics, oh come on. That's novice work." He pushed me out the door and into the car. He drove at an incredible speed, we got there in minutes, if even that. I got out the car and looked at the shop that I would be working at. Boy was this going to be fun… "Really?" I retorted. He glared at me and walked inside. I followed obediently. I walked in towards the central "Nerd Herd" circle. The man at the desk watched me and suddenly blinked rapidly. "Casey, why is he staring at me like that?"

"That's Chuck, he does that every now and again."

I walked past and opened a locker with TAYLOR taped to it. A white shirt, grey tie and black skirt hung on the rail. It was, dull. But it was better than that the green shirt that Casey had been wearing this morning. I changed in the toilet and tied my hair in a neat French plait which started on my left temple and ran down across my shoulder and draped down my right side. For the first time in a while, I looked normal. I walked back towards the central circle for "Nerd Herd", what a lame name. Better get used to it for cover.

"Hey, you must be Chuck. I'm Zoe."

"I, er, you, hi."

"What can I do?" I asked.

"Just stand right there." He started to mumble to his watch about flashes. I held his hand and pulled it down.

"You know erm, I'm part of your time Chuck. They sent me in to support Casey and Sarah."

"I er, maybe I should."

"You, you know." I clapped a hand over my mouth. "No, it's not true. Please don't say anything."

"What? About you being a worker here."

"Oh my gosh. Phew."

"Why? Did you think I got some dirt on you?"

"Nope." I walked away and bumped into another woman in a white shirt. "Hi there. I'm Zoe. You must be?"

"Anna. And just so you know, Morgan Grimes is mine. So hands off," she growled, narrowing her eyes at me. "Okay? Nice to meet you Zoe." She smiled. Everything about her screamed out crazy.

"Hehe." I laughed awkwardly. "You too." I looked about the store for something to do when a man walking in caught my eye. Images flashed about and I noticed documents about this man. "Oh crap." I mumbled. I ran forwards and spoke to him. "Hi there, is there anything I can help you with? I specialise in any and all electronics so if you're interested then you can feel free to ask me." He nodded before walking away. I looked about for something to do to stop him. My eyes caught Casey and I was about to find the guy again when I heard a click jab into my back.

"I wondered when we would meet again SparrowHawk, if that is your codename. Why don't we go for a walk?" I walked straight out the store through a huge bustle of people. "Get in the car." He opened the car door and pushed me inside. A man wearing glasses sat opposite me.

"Well done Dominic. Hello there SparrowHawk. We haven't seen you in a while now. What have you been up to?"

"I am trying to infiltrate the CIA and NSA, but now you have screwed up any chance I had, Jacoby."

"Your words. So cruel. But you're hiding something from me. Now, are you going to tell me or shall I just have to torture it out of you?"

"I'd rather you just let me out of the car than inject me with something to knock me out? If you wouldn't mind." I felt a prick in my arm and I collapsed along the back seat of the car. When I woke up, my arms were in shackles and I felt a tremendous amount of pain.

"Now little SparrowHawk. What do you know about the intersect?"

"Nothing. That's what I've been trying to do. I've been trying to find out intel on the matter." A sharp kick and a crack to my leg.

"O really. So you won't mind if I break a finger?"

"Go ahead, I got nine others after you break that one," I retorted. "Orff." A punch to the stomach. A knife gash on my arm, near my wrist. "No, I will not tell you." Another punch to the stomach and a smack on the face, it was like they didn't want me to see the cut on my arm.

"Come on SparrowHawk. You know you want to tell me."

"No, no I don't." Something cut my arm in the same place. "Geez." I squeaked, spitting at the floor. "SparrowHawk is a lot tougher than you think." I let my head hang loose.

"Then maybe I'll just have to be a little more persuasive." The man fell to the floor, a bullet hole in his blazer.

I barely heard a gunshot.

"Help." The word passed my lips. I raised my head a little but my energy was draining fast. I pulled on the shackle on my right wrist. Pulling and pulling, the pain was just about bearable. I could make out a vein appearing on the surface of my arm. I slapped myself in the face as the shackle came off the wall. My legs gave way and I hit the ground. Bracing myself against the wall, I pulled my left arm up over my head, the bolts holding to the wall were loose and rusted. It didn't take much to pull it from the wall. The chain smacked my shoulder when it did.

My hands felt for a table trying to pull myself up. The table fell to the floor smacking my back leg. I cursed at the pain. I crawled across to the door which is as far as I managed. I was lifted up over a shoulder and carried away from the holding base.

"No. Put me down," I murmured. Their speed quickened. I hung there, limp in their arms. Suddenly, I was put down on the floor roughly with a horrible ringing in my ears.

When I woke up I was lying in a hospital bed. A leg brace was secured around my knee.

"Oh, ahh," I squeaked moving my leg a little and sitting up. There was a deep cut that had been stitched up on my left wrist. Bruises and marks up my arm. I looked a mess.

"No, no. I don't think you should move. Not for a while." A doctor came in and pushed me gently down to the bed.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Just at Burbank's hospital. I'm Doctor Woodcombe. Now Miss Taylor, we are going to keep you in here over night, just in case." I rolled out the bed on the other side and started to walk, hobble along the hospital corridor. "No, no, I don't think so."

"Who brought me in here?"

"A guy that lives near me actually. John Casey, remember the name?"

"Yeah, I remember," I mumbled as he took me back to my hospital bed.

"At least your memory is still intact."

"Yeah. I'm sorry you shouldn't be giving me all the attention, you must have other patients." Doctor Woodcombe nodded and left my room. To my left, on a bedside table, was a batch of flowers in a glass vase. I smiled, the card read.

Wishing you a safe recovery, from Team Bartowski.

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = I really like this story, so you've met Zoe/Lauren, what do you think of her? Let me know!