A/N I made a few changes to the previous chapters due to my new plan for the story. I actually planned it out and there were just a few changed to make.

Chapter 4

"Making friends is hard." Zach said as he climbed onto the couch where his mom was sitting. They were staying in a funny looking room in the house of his mom's parents. Zach didn't see his grandparents much and Jesse seemed perfectly fine with keeping it like that. The area where they were staying had a big open room that overlooked at great open foyer with two rooms connected with a bathroom. Zach didn't like it much.

"Sweetie, it's the first day. You have plenty of time to make friends." Jesse looked over her sketchbook at her son.

"But what is no one wants to be my friend?" Zach asked, tugging on one of the tassels on a pillow.

Jesse put down her pencil. "I will tell you right now that is a lie. Did you talk to anyone today?"

Zach nodded. "This girl came up and talked to me but I really didn't say anything back."

Jesse gave Zach a knowing look. 'She was trying to be your friend you know."

"Really?"

"Really, Really." Jesse nodded and smiled at her son's innocence. She knew school would be a new and different experience for Zach, but she knew he could handle it and that he could do it.

"So… should I talk to her tomorrow?" Zach asked.

"Yes. Talk to her. Be her friend. Did you get her name at all?"

"Cammie. She liked my drawing." Zach said.

"Then tell her about your drawings. If she's interested in it, tell her about it." Jesse picked up her pencil.

"How do you know it will work?" Zach asked.

"It worked with me." Jesse smiled over her drawing.

"How?"

"Your dad asked about my art one day. And looked what happened." Jesse smiled at Zach. Zach smiled his toothy smile.

"Ok." He nodded and moved towards his mom. He settled next to her. "Are you drawing dad?" he asked. Jesse nodded.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"I always know when you are drawing dad. You get a happy face when you draw him." Zach didn't remember his dad. Just the smell of faintly burning wood and mint along with tall legs Zach would hold onto.

Jesse smiled. "There is no way you could forget a face like your dads. It's so hard to capture his beauty on a page. But I can try." Zach knew his dad's face through pictures and he knew his dad through stories his mom told him.

"You have his eyes and chin. Your nose, sadly, is mine." Jesse said.

"I like my nose." Zach squashed his hand to his face.

"Good. Cause you're stuck with it." Jesse presses several kisses to Zach's temple.

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The next morning

Zach felt ready to tackle this friendship with Cammie. He didn't know how he would do it but he would.

"Just ask her about what she is doing. Magical things may happen." Jesse told him as she flattened his hair.

So he shouldered his backpack and let his mom hug him goodbye before walking into the school. Ms. Smith smiled at him as he walked in and took his seat from yesterday. He was ready. Zach swung his feet in anticipation. He got out his sketchbook in the end. He arrived with the early crowd and Cammie was not part of that crowd.

His drawings weren't awesome yet but someday he hoped to be an artist like his mom. He found that same joy in it as she did.

He looked up as the door opened each time waiting for Cammie to arrive. And when she did, with her blonde hair pulled back into a braid, he sat straight in his chair, ready to make his first friend. She sat next to him.

"Hi Zach." She said like she did yesterday.

"Hi." He said and mentally slapped himself. "What are you doing?" he asked quickly.

Cammie gave him a strange look. "Sitting down?" she said slowly.

"Oh." Zach felt his face flush with embarrassment. Thankfully Cammie seemed to brush it off easily.

"So what are you drawing today?" she asked.

"Umm… I don't really know. These are just doodles right now." He said looking down at his paper.

"Well they are good doodles. I wish I could draw like that but everything I do is a mess." Cammie said.

"Thanks." Zach smiled. Cammie smiled back.

The rest was history.

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Grant woke up with a pounding headache. The party last night had been magnificent and Grant was feeling the effects.

So yeah, He had too much to drink last night but he could officially call it the best night of his life.

"How do you feel cowboy?" was that a girl's voice? Oh crap. Grant opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

"Do I know you?" he asked blearily.

"Yep!"

"Are… Did… Did we sleep together?"

The girl laughed. She had a nice laugh but at the moment it hurt Grant's head.

"No. We did not." She answered handing Grant a cup of water.

"Wait," Grant blinked. "Your…" he took a sip of water. "Your that girl that tried to break into my truck." He pointed a shaky finger at her.

"Took you long enough" He watched her as she cut open the top of a box.

"Are you moving in? Isn't one day of knowing each other too soon to move in?" Grant's mind was not functioning well.

The girl laughed. "You're stupid."

The water was slowing helping Grant understand. "Wait… You're my roommate?"

The girl placed a lamp by her bed. "Yep! Name's Bex." She smiled.

"You were at the party last night as well weren't you?" Grant asked.

"Well of course. Though I did come back to the room to find you passed out and reeking of alcohol." Bex rolled her eyes.

"We danced last night." He said putting the pieces together. His questions were all over the place. But they made sense to him. He could tell Bex was laughing at him.

"So you do remember."

"Bits and pieces. You're a good dancer."

"Thanks. I've had lots of practice." She smirked.

Grant laughed but his head gave a yelp in protest.

"Here, these will help." Bex handed him two large white pills.

"What are you? A drug dealer?"

"Their pain killers stupid." Bex glared at him. Grant smirked.

"I know." He swallowed the pills with one gulp of water.

"For menstruation cramps." Bex smiled and Grant spewed the water out but the pills were already gone.

"Really?!" Grant wiped his mouth.

"Yep!" Bex smiled cheekily at him.

"Your setting yourself up for disaster." Grant warned.

"I think I can handle myself." Bex retorted before moving to put her clothes away.

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Abby hurried up the stairs to the Alderwood Community Bank, digging her ID card put of her purse. She had woken up late and gotten Cammie off late thus making herself late. She swiped her card and blew past the secretary.

She flew into the vault and fumbled with her second ID card. "Great first impression Abigail, being late on the first day." She muttered to herself as she was lowered in the ground. She hurried to place her hair into a bun and swipe on some striking red lipstick. Make an impact, literally and figuratively.

She ignored her surroundings as she blew through the atrium and to a back conference room. She wasn't late. She wasn't late.

She took a moment to catch her breath before opening the door calmly.

"Your late." A harsh voice met her as she stepped in.

"Hardly." Abby countered as she set her bag and binder down. "Everyone else was simply early."

The two other men in the room snorted. She shot them looks even though she didn't know them.

"Tardiness and sass are not great things to showcase on your first day Ms. Morgan." The man at the head of the table said.

"Yes Director Mason." Abby gave him an award winning smile that gave him her most sincere apology.

"Now that you all have joined us introductions are in order. Ms. Morgan, meet your team. Mr. Edward Townsend and Mr. Joseph Solomon." Abby smiled at Townsend and looked at Solomon.

"Pleasure." She turned back to the Director Mason. "Next."

Mason stood up and passed out folders to all of them. "Your cases. You are here to close all open cases and tackle ones that other operatives are unable to solve. As you know you all have been selected as the best in the field and thus you have jobs to do. I suggest you three work closely together."

Abby glanced at her teammates. Attractive both of them. She smiled down at her case folder. "So we have to go over cases where people have missed the simplest details?" she asked.

Mason nodded.

"Great .We can be done by tomorrow. Come one boys. How does a good cup of coffee sound?" she picked up her stuff and left the room.

She walked briskly into the atrium, her heels clicking on the tile.

"You probably don't want to make a habit out of being late." A nice thick British accent hit Abby. She turned and looked at Townsend.

"I'll be sure to inform my niece that my needs are more important than hers." Abby told him.

"Still got that spunk, don't you." Solomon walked up to join them.

"Always." Abby pursed her lips.

"Something s will never change." Solomon smirked.

Abby smiled. "What a pleasure it will be to work with you two." The two men smiled back.

A/N

Well… I feel like this chapter has tons of sass. And I like it.

Another update will happen soon. I have plans!

By The Way: There will be time skips in the next chapter. It will also be long. You have been warned. :D