A/N: Woah, wow, ok so people are reading this and it's kind of throwing me through a loop. I actually started writing fic 5 years ago and haven't had the guts to post anything until now so the fact that I have any views at all is insane to me so thank you to everyone who has read, whether you liked it or not.

ANYWAY, I wanted to address a few questions that I got from the first two chapter.

1) It's actually been 15 years since Johanna's death at the end of season 6, not twenty years. I guesstimated when I was writing the first three chapters and actually calculated this around chapter 4 and I must've missed it in editing so that's my bad, it should be all changed now.

2) I read and love almost every fic of Johanna being alive, I am as obsessed with reading fics like this as I am writing them and I was hesitant to publish this fic seeing as it is just one of many, but I think mine is much different. I would never ever want to take or plagiarize someone else's ideas or writing so if this ever seems too similar definitely let me know, but I am very conscious of it as I am writing as well.

3) Yes, this is on the original timeline, I wanted it to be as close as possible to the original timeline to make Johanna being alive as plausible as possible. I have a plan for the tape *insert maniacal laughter here* but everything else up to 6x22 should be exactly the same.

Wow, this is very long. Enough of my rambling on, READ ON!

Chapter 3:

All three passengers exited the plane and were directed right into another black SUV. Johanna would have commented on the cliché if she didn't have other, more pressing issues on her mind.

Johanna was getting more and more anxious as they drove. The first years she spent in Maine were horrible. She missed her family terribly, but she had hope that the investigation would be over in a year, two years tops. By her fifth year there, she became obsessed, contacting her FBI contacts every week to no avail. By her tenth year, she had numbed herself considerably. When she looked in the mirror each day, she couldn't even recognize herself. She had dark circles under her eyes from many nights with little to no sleep and her skin was all splotchy from many days and nights of crying.

But she knew that her family was safe. The FBI assured her. Safe and healthy and alive, that was their reply every time she called them.

Your family is safe, healthy, and alive. The investigation is going as fast as it can, but you're all ok. That's the important thing.

…

That's the important thing.

That's what got her through her seclusion, but now she's back. She's facing the people that she left. Her family that she has wanted to see for so many years, but will they see it that way? Will they even want to see her? She had to see them, for her own sanity, but if they didn't want to see her, could she really do anything about it?

The butterflies in Johanna Beckett's stomach got even more prominent as Agent Shaw announced their arrival at the safe house, not that you could tell that she was nervous outwardly, her face stoic and alert.

"We're here," Agent Shaw said as cheerily as she could as they got out of the SUV. When all three of them neared the house, there were two guards at the door. Agent Shaw and Agent Avery both showed their credentials. As they entered the house, Agent Shaw gave Johanna a bag with her belongings that the FBI used to identify her. Johanna stood there startled, her breathing shallow and a tingly sensation in her heart, as if just a small piece of the part of herself that she had numbed by being away from her family, her home, was starting to feel again.

She tried to hold it together as she put on her wedding ring as well as her watch Jim had given her for their last anniversary together, but she felt a tear fall out of the side of her eye regardless. She was quick to brush it away, not wanting to show any outward signs of distress right now, she'd have time to break down later.

Those were the only two things in the bag. She checked the clear bag once, twice, with obviously no luck seeing as the check would render nothing that she couldn't see with her own eyes through the bag.

"Where's my engagement ring?" Johanna asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible, not accusatory. However, if the FBI took 15 years from her, and her engagement ring…

"Your daughter requested it out of evidence, and seeing as it wasn't relevant evidence, they gave it to her.

Johanna was finding the overload of information too much to process, yet at the same time it was never enough, the answers she got to one question, gave her two more questions in return. Shaw cleared her throat as subtly as she could.

"In here," Shaw said as she directed Johanna into the living room off the hallway. Johanna stood in the door of the living room while Agent Shaw and Avery walked into the room. She wasn't really sure what to do next. She knew what she wanted to do though, she wanted answers. She turned toward the two people who were her only resource to get those answers.

"Please come sit, Johanna." Agent Shaw said. Johanna sat on the couch in the far corner staring at the ring on her finger. Remembering how happy she was on her wedding day. She hadn't thought about those days without crying in 15 years, but there were no tears today. She wouldn't allow it, not yet.

Agent Shaw gave Johanna, and herself if she was being honest, a minute to gather her thoughts. "Ok, Johanna, Agent Avery and I will go pick up Mr. Beckett, bring him back here, see his reaction, then come up with a plan for bringing Detective Beckett…. If that is still what you want…"

One look from Johanna told Jordan that it was no use trying again, but she didn't comment on it verbally, she simply replied sarcastically, "Ok, I'll be here."

Taking that as her cue to leave, Agent Shaw motioned for Agent Avery and they started out the door off to pick up another unsuspecting Beckett.

A/N: Really short, I know. Kate and the rest of the gang next chapter.