Becky couldn't stop the thrum of excitement in her body. The surge of adrenaline that came from her first real field work in almost two years impossible to stop.

Not even the bearded asshole next to her could reign in the joy and relief she felt right now.

One of her fingernails idly tapping the dashboard as she stared out the window at the nearly still traffic surrounding them.

"You going to be alright in there?"

Becky was a little shocked at the concern. Bobby wasn't exactly well know for his caring nature, "I'll be fine. Not exactly the toughest assignment in the world."

The agent driving the car nodded, "Good. I don't want to have to hold your hand."

There was the old asshole she knew and despised, "Nice to know you really care Bobby." A scowl her only answer as the rest of the ride was spent in silence.


Despite it being the middle of the night, the police precinct they walked into was a mess of activity.

With careful steps and patient avoidance, the agents made their way through the busy floorspace. Moving slowly towards the main desk and the busy man that worked behind it.

Agent Roode pushed his way in front and slammed his identification onto the desk. Causing the young man to jump up at the sudden noise and drop the pen he had been holding, "Can I help you?"

Bobby leaned in and tried his best to intimidate the young cop. He couldn't have been on the job very long so Roode's power play made him back down, "FBI. You have someone in custody that belongs to us. We are here to take her off your hands." His words straight and too the point.

Officer Breeze as his nameplate proclaimed gulped and held up a finger. Pointing behind him towards a set of double doors that led deeper into the station, "She's in room six. Go through the door and down the stairs. Take a left and then follow the signs on the wall. They will take you where you need to go."

Roode immediately took off towards the doors, not bothering to thank the young blonde officer.

Becky had let Roode shove his way in front. Amazed at his insecurity and petty intimidation tactics. With a sigh she moved to follow the other agent, stopping quickly to talk to Breeze, "Thanks."

Breeze nervously smiled at her. Still rattled at the confrontational nature of her current partner, "Your welcome. Good luck."

"Lynch!" Roode's angry impatient yell breaking the small moment of respect Becky was trying to give the green officer.

Becky sent the officer one last apologetic look before she walked towards her impatiently waiting partner.

With a scowl permanently etched on his face Roode pushed through the door and let it swing shut before Becky arrived. The woman just shaking her head at his childish passive aggressive actions.

She followed him down into the bowels of the building. Many of the cops they passed giving the two FBI agents looks of mistrust and disdain.

Being used to the treatment from local authorities when the big bad federal government came in had taught Becky to just ignore it as best she could.

Their path eventually took them to a hallway that was lined on either side with large doors that each had a single small window at head height. Each door marked with a large white painted number on the front.

An older balding white man with large turtle shell glasses and a suit that look like it had come straight from the eighties waiting just outside of the door marked six.

"Rotunda." Roode greeted the man as is he had met him before.

"Roode."

"She give you anything yet?"

The elder man peered over Roode's shoulder. His eyes taking in the jeans and leather jacket Becky hadn't had time to change out of, with an air of assured superiority, "What's she here for?"

Becky wasn't going to let this guy she had never met before talking about her so dismissively without giving him a piece of her mind. To Becky's eternal annoyance Roode cut her off before she could cut the man down to size.

"She's the backup."

'What an ass,' Becky thought to herself. Roode's phrasing seemed to be purposefully chosen to annoy the living hell out of her.

"Her?" Rotunda exclaimed.

"You got a problem with me?" Becky's tone turning darker at the continued dismissiveness of the man. Early annoyance quickly shifting to real animosity and hatred of this old man.

Roode once again injected himself in between, "Just let us in Mike. I'd prefer to get this done sooner than later."

Rotunda nodded but his affronted look at Becky never wavered, "Fine. I'd rather this be done quickly as well." Stepping aside and allowing the two agents to enter.

Even if it may be slightly petty, Becky couldn't help but give Rotunda a dismissive glance of her own. Her chin held high and proud as she strolled carelessly past the bristling man.

She entered the nearly empty room and immediately took stock of everything. A small red light in the corner of the room on top of the camera sat alone. In the middle of the room sat a large metal table with two empty chairs on one side and a single occupied one on the other. The entire room feeling like a giant cement cube that was almost claustrophobic.

Roode had swiftly entered and was already sitting down while Becky took her time.

Her gaze easily being drawn to the brightly colored hair of the woman they had came here for. Impossible to miss with the bright purple standing out against the strong gray hue the rest of the room was painted.

From the file earlier, she knew the women's name was Sasha and her piercing stare almost pinned Becky to the floor when she was made aware of their entrance and the two's eyes briefly met.

Even as stressed and tired as the woman was Becky couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. The thin wire glasses she wore framing the elegant features of her face and keeping Becky's attention longer than what could be considered professional.

Becky tore her eyes away and walked over towards her seat. Mentally shaming herself for perving on a woman who had just been through a trauma.

'The fuck is wrong with you? There is no way this girl would want someone like me creeping on her.'

She shook away the thoughts and pulled herself back to the professionally detached persona the job necessitated.

Finally taking her seat Bobby began to speak, "Ms. Banks. I'm Agent Roode, and this is Agent Lynch. We have a few questions we are going to need you to answer," skipping any pleasantries and getting right to the point.

Sasha nodded and placed both her hands on the table, "What do you need to know?" Her voice strong and steady despite the ordeal she had been through tonight.

Becky found it difficult to not be impressed with the woman's tenacity and toughness.

"First off, could you just take us through what happened earlier tonight?" Roode pressed. Placing a tape recorder on the table and pressing in the 'record' button.

A deep breath preceded the story. Small tells making it obvious that the lawyer was a little irritated at having to reiterate her tale once again.

Sasha was absentmindedly picking at her cuticles by the end of her story. Her harrowing description of the event pulled at Becky's heartstrings. The strength within this woman to go through that and remain steadfast and strong on the outside only making her admiration grow.

"Did you get a good look at either of the two men?" Roode prodded as soon as Sasha had finished.

"I was a little focused on just getting out of there alive, but I might be able to recognize them."

"Might?" Roode continued to press.

Sasha's patience was thin, she was bone tired and running on fumes alone. So, Roode's curt attitude got on her nerves quickly. She was ready to come back and greet him comment with one of her own but was prevented from having to when the dark haired woman she only knew as Agent Lynch spoke up.

"It's what somebody says when they don't know Bobby. You of all people should know the feeling."

It was unprofessional as hell for Becky to say that, but she truly didn't mind. Telling herself that it was just hated for Roode that motivated her words and not that she already felt defensive of this woman she hadn't even really met yet.

Roode growled at her, staring her down but coming away more annoyed when Becky only grinned and shrugged, "I need to make a call. Can I trust you not to get anyone killed while I'm gone?"

Becky's joking mood deteriorated in the time it took him to finish his sentence. Her blood pressure rising as she felt the warning signs of her mind starting to slip from the precarious perch it balanced on. Focusing on her breath and the way her feet connected with the ground, to stave off falling back into the past.

She didn't notice Roode leave the room and momentarily forgot that she wasn't alone. She nearly jumped out of her own skin when she was reminded that there was still another occupant of the room.

"…did you hear me?"

Trying to hide her panic Becky quickly readjusted herself and sat up a little straighter in her seat, "Sorry. What were you saying?"

Sasha had been relieved when Roode had left the room. His macho tough guy act wearing thin in record time. The continued interruptions throughout her story not helping her opinion of the man.

She had noticed the other woman when she had come in but mostly ignored her. Which wasn't difficult considering she had sat silently through the proceeding until she spoke up on Sasha's behalf. A clear mutual disdain for Roode's personality giving Sasha one thing to already like about this Agent Lynch.

"You don't really seem like an FBI agent," Sasha commented. The woman's casual ensemble standing out against the crisp pressed suit that Roode had been wearing. If Sasha didn't know any better, she would have assumed the woman to be a lazy burnout with no job. Who, if the dark circles under her eyes said anything, never slept.

No answer came.

A frown took over Sasha's face and she leaned forward, her hands on the table. Lynch seemed like she was on vacation in her own head ever since Roode's parting shot. Sasha hadn't thought anything of his words at the time. Chalking it down to Roode just being the ass he clearly was, "Hey. Did you hear me?"

Her words must have caught the dark haired woman's attention, but she remained preoccupied despite answering, "Sorry. What were you saying?"

A part of Sasha was grateful for the distraction from her own problems. Maybe this Lynch could at least help keep her mind off what happened to her earlier tonight, "I said you don't look like any FBI agent I've known."

"Known many have you?"

"Nope. Still know that they generally don't go about looking like that."

"Didn't have time to change."

Sasha paused and examined the woman. Her ability to read people had been very beneficial in her line of work, but the woman across the table was frustratingly difficult to garner anything on. She decided to try a different tactic, "Thanks for standing up for me there. That guy seems like a bitch to work with." All she got was an affirmative grunt and a barely perceptible nod. With the other woman giving her nothing Sasha decided to try one more time to get some sort of dialogue going, "Can I at least know your name? Agent Lynch feels a bit… long," she lamely finished.

It seemed as if she wasn't going to get her answer. The tiny concrete cube deafeningly silent for about fifteen seconds until she was finally graced with a name, "Becky."

Even though she had conceded and given Sasha an answer, Becky refused to make eye contact. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest while she stared at the wall on her left, "Thank you Becky."

"Don't mention it."

"Any chance I coax more than four or five words out of you at a time?"

"Why?"

Sasha was confused by the counter question, "Why what?"

Becky eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Why are you trying too?"

Sasha was taken aback by the vitriol from the woman she had just been trying to thank and maybe pass some of the time without the awkward silence, "Right now I'm not so sure. Couldn't have been I just was being nice." Sarcasm obvious in her last statement. Even though she had started the conversation, Sasha wouldn't continue if Becky was going to be this difficult.

She began to further scrutinize the agent across from her. Everything she noticed prior had just been surface level, and Sasha had learned plenty of time to not simply judge a book by its cover. Even with the relative calm inside she began to notice just how tense Becky was. From the way her jaw seemed unnaturally still; her sunken in eyes that darted around the room purposefully avoiding looking at Sasha, the way she favored one arm more than the other when she shifted, and how her right hand was clasped tight but still had an almost unnoticeable twitch.

"Sorry." The quiet single word breaking through Becky's lips catching Sasha attention. She had been convinced that she wasn't going to get a response from her.

Sniffing the air Sasha could catch the faint smell of tobacco that clung on the woman's jacket, "That almost sounded sincere."

Becky shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She had been trying her best not to engage the woman. Something inside told her that it would be dangerous to indulge, but she had never been the best at listening to herself, "I've been told I can be difficult."

"Really? I don't see it," Sasha sarcastically responded.

"You'd be the first."

Sasha's lips dropped a fraction, "Maybe try responding to people with more than a few words at a time. I've heard eye contact helps too."

The unexpected sound of soft laughter made Sasha raise an eyebrow, "You've got balls. I will give you that."

"Thanks… I think," Sasha hesitantly spoke, "You still need to work on the last part though. Last I checked the wall wasn't me."

Becky exhaled through her nose, her right hand starting to shake enough that it would be easily noticeable if she hadn't moved it underneath the table after sensing Sasha's eyes scanning her earlier. She never thought that she would actually want Roode to come back, but she felt exposed and raw in front of this tiny woman. Her nerves on edge as she decided to give in and turn her head to actually face the lawyer. Her eyes remained stubbornly looking down at the table and it took a lot of strength to begin rolling them upwards. Meeting the other woman's eyes and losing herself in them. It felt as if her eyes had been frozen in place. Something about Sasha's stare pulling her in while her mind screamed to disengage. She was so distracted Becky failed to even notice how her hand had stopped shaking while she was being pulled in.

"There you go. Was that so hard?" Sasha kept her voice soft. Not wanting to scare off the woman she had finally gotten to speak up.

"You'd be surprised," Becky started. Her eyes still locked onto Sasha's as the other woman's eyes began to fill with what Becky took as pity. She tore her eyes away before she saw the other woman realize how broken she was.

The small turn of her head made her notice how the camera's red light in the corner had shut off. She stared at the change with curiosity.

Without any warning the door banged open and Roode walked back in. Flopping down into his empty chair and pulling something out of his jacket pocket.

The hair on the back of Becky's neck began to stand up. The combination of Roode's sudden entrance and the camera's light malfunctioning not sitting right with her.

"Ms. Banks I am going to just show you some photos. I just need you to give me a yes or no answer. Were these the two men you saw earlier tonight?" Roode laid down the two photos he had pulled from his jacket pocket onto the table. Pulling the recording device over towards his side of the table so that it was closer for him.

Becky stared at him out of the corner of her eye. Noting how stiff he was and how his right eye was twitching. She looked down at the pictures on the table and was surprised that she didn't recognize either man. Neither one of them being in the file that Kim had given her earlier.

Sasha's breath caught in her throat when she was suddenly faced with the two men who had tried to kill her. It was a shock to her system and even though they weren't physically there her pulse skyrocketed and her breathing quickened.

Becky took notice of this right away. Her attention pulled away from Roode as her worry for Sasha made her refocus.

"That's them." Sasha managed to get out. Her shaking finger pointing at one of the pictures, "That's the guy I hit. I remember the other one calling him Bo."

Roode seemed to deflate slightly. A large exhale leaving his body as he closed his eyes and ran a hand over his beard, "Thank you Ms. Banks."

Distracted by Sasha's distress Becky remained focused on the woman she had been sent for.

"What are you doing?!" Roode suddenly yelled. Smashing one of his fists onto the metal table and making a loud banging noise.

Becky pulled her worried gaze off Sasha. Looking back at the man next to her with wide eyes. Wondering what the hell he was doing. Unconsciously her left hand inched closer to the pistol on her hip, his behavior setting off massive alarm bells in her head.

Without any warning Roode's right fist shot out and ran flush into the side of Becky's jaw. Turning her head against her will and rocking her before she had a chance to counter. He used the advantage he had in surprise and strength to take her out as quick as he could. His hand moving to palm the back of her head and slamming her face first into the table, "Ms. Banks stop it! Oh my god. She has a gun!"

Even though his voice sounded panicked Roode casually pressed the stop button on the recorder and his entire demeanor shifted. He used the grasp he maintained on Becky's head to pull her limp face up and off the metal table. Noting the large gash at the top of her nose, blood leaking down her face and pooling beneath her. Finding himself satisfied with her unconscious state before letting go and allowing her head to fall back down to the table with a loud crash unable to break her fall.

Sasha sat on the other side of the table in shock and disbelief. Not knowing what to say or do after the turn of events. She wanted to get up and help, but it was all over before she even could put together what was happening in front of her.

Roode pulled out his pistol and sat it down on the table pointing towards Sasha. Immediately pulling out a white cloth that he had in one of his pockets and wiping a few stray specks of blood that had landed on his suit when Becky's face had unceremoniously been dropped back to the table, "I wish you wouldn't have remembered their faces. This would have been so much easier if you had just been smart."

A chill ran through Sasha's body as her eyes seemed to linger on the pistol that was pointed at her. Out of desperation she looked at Becky, but she remained unmoving without a sign of life. Sasha gulped and couldn't control the tremors that ran through her body. She wanted to shout, but something about the casual, almost lazy pace Roode was taking with this told her that it probably wouldn't help, "You going to kill me then?"

A sinister grin appeared on Roode's face. Throwing the now stained cloth carelessly on top of Becky's head, "That would have been my idea, but sadly no. You are going to kill her." Smiling brightly over at Sasha while he mockingly patted Becky's head.