Stella's POV:

"It can't be…" I thought to myself. I whipped my head around and there she was. My sister. I hadn't seen her for three years. I sprang from my chair collided with her in a hug. "I thought you were dead." my voice cracked, "I can't believe you're alive."

"You can't kill me that easily." she said smugly. I laughed. Before I could turn around, I heard Kelly say behind me "Rebecca?" I turned around confused.

"How do you know my sister?" I asked.

"He pulled me out of a fire." my sister said.

"Two months before you joined firehouse 51." Kelly added.

"Oh." I said.

Rebecca's POV:

I missed my sister so much, but I couldn't see her, it was too dangerous, for both of us. She looked good. I hope she's not still with that idiot Grant, I always got a very unstable vibe from him. I looked back at my sister who was smiling, telling Kelly some story from we were kids. I wish I could see her under better circumstances, this visit was going to bring up the hell that was our childhood. Even though Stella's older than me, she's always been fragile. I'm glad she's back to her normal self, whenever she spends a lot period of time with our father, she turns into the complete opposite of her happy, witty self and it can take a long time to get back to herself. I would know, the last time it happened, it took over a year to get her halfway back. I wonder how she's going to react when she finds out what I've been doing for the last three years. I heard footsteps approaching approximately 10ft behind me.

"There you are Agent Rodriguez." Antonio said. "I was looking for you."

"Agent Rodriguez?" Stella said looking at me.

"Yes. I graduated from Quantico two years ago, and I changed my last name to grandpa's so dad wouldn't be able to find me. You should have done the same."

"Why?"

I took a deep breath. "Because you are easy to find."

"Anyway," Antonio began, "Stella I asked you to come here because we need to talk about your father."

"What about him?" Stella asked, her voice flat.

"Rebecca." Antonio gestured to me.

"He's on the FBI's most wanted list," I swallowed, "and rumor has it, he's in town." I watched the expression on her face change to a frozen expression of fear. "I will be going undercover, acting as if I want to be a part of the family business."

"Like hell you are." Stella said.

"I am, you don't have to protect me anymore Stella, its my turn now."

"I won't let you, I'll do it."

"Ha! That's not going to happen. I'm in charge of this case, you will be in protective custody."

"Hold on," Kelly said, "What does that mean? She's living with me, we have work."

"I understand that, but-"

"No." he said.

"No?"

"I don't need protection!" Stella said, raising her voice, "I am very capable of protecting myself thank you very much."

"Like hell you don't!" I glared at Stella, anger bubbling up in my chest. "I am not going to let you get fucking killed because of your goddamn pride! You're lucky I even let you get looped in to what we are doing! This is not a fucking game!" I looked around at the shocked faces around me, "Do I make myself clear?" my voice hardened.

"I just don't think I-" Stella started.

"You never do." I looked at Stella, "Stel, I love you and I know you can protect yourself, but we both know you let your guard down too easily and I'm not going to take that chance."

"Just place someone outside my apartment door. She'll be safe." Kelly said. I thought about it for a second, and decided I was going to make a compromise.

"Under a few circumstances," I glanced at Stella "She doesn't leave a location alone. Ever. There will be a guard outside your apartment, and a few on the outside of the building."

"Okay." he said.

"AND your will be briefed about our father." I looked at Stella. "I'm sorry." I said, "If he's going to do this, he has to know." She nodded, looking defeated.

"Know what?"

I sighed, "Let me start from the beginning."