Fishy9494 – I'm attempting to tune Rose's character down, since the first story I've ramped her up to be a gun wielding psychopath. If you enjoy her like this, well don't worry. She won't change, but she's going to calm down in dramatic quantities. Glad you liked the chapter!

Nobel6 – I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't plan on it. Rose will be making a comeback.

Hezpeller – The cops are coming. Don't worry! I didn't forget the other people in the bar. Glad you liked the chapter – I've been following your story with avid curiosity, hope you'll update.

Luiz4200 – That was a gag, I'm developing their characters to be the Comic Reliefs. They'll also spout ironic things that the older people can't seem to get. Their characters have been inspired by my twin nephews. Just wait till I introduce Alyssa and Johnny's other kids.

C-Fan – As I have said to you in the past, Rose has been a mary-sue for me. I will be toning it down and it will all be clear in this story. But I am glad that you liked the last chapter. And I didn't mean to imply that Jake didn't love his sister. As you said I tried to inject some laughs.

Chapter 10 – Project Iron and Terry Newman

Rose sighed, this was beginning to cut through her defenses.

The sight before her was weighing on her nerves. She didn't want to walk into her family's life and have them go through this. The only reason that her husband and kids had to go through it was because they could handle it, they were made up of Hunters and Dragons and they were a tough brood. These people were lawyers and heirs that seemed to never work an honest day in their lives.

She watched as her brother had his foot wound set, and she watched with heavy amusement as his face contorted in pain. It was probably his first time with having a wound wrapped. Bobby was lucky. Her first time was a long gash on her forearm after taking an undercompensated leap off of the Chrysler Building when she was eleven years old, "What are you looking at?"

"You're such a pussy," Rose quipped not caring that her mother, father and sister's face were all reeling in shock, not to mention the EMT's that responded to the events at the bar, "I've had worse happen to me."

"Oh," Bobby asked, less shocked and more amused by the name calling, "Why don't you name a few things?"

"I have partial deafness in my right ear from a percussion grenade. I can't feel my left pinky, ring and middle finger from nerve damage," Rose said with a cocky smile at the flabbergasted expression that was now plastered on her brother's face, then to add to the dramatics, she began to roll her left sleeve up to her shoulder and traced a visible scar on her forearm, "I got this when I was eleven from jumping off of building."

Bobby chuckled and reached up to scratch his ear, "And why pray tell have you made this far into life?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, "I had my ass beat by that woman and I'm still standing, I guess dumb luck."

"You jump off of buildings?" Caroline asked, her eyes widening.

Lillian was next, she was just as stunned, "What on earth did you manage to cut your finger nerves on?"

"You handle grenades?" Robert finished it off the round of questioning with that same demanding voice of a father who was sounding as if he was going to have a mini-stroke. She snickered to herself for a moment. She had heard this voice from Jake to their children for decades and now she was being talked to like this. Normally she would have been offended beyond all belief. But this man was actually her father, and Rose told herself that he had the right to do it.

Collectively nodding to them all, "Guys I could be a one woman army and I am much more dangerous than any person you've ever met. That's why I'm CIA, that's why I was a senior detective and that's why I was the Huntsgirl."

They were still sitting in the bar. Rose had been directing the local police crime scene investigators to gather evidence that Rebecca had left. It was crucial that it was gathered now. With her blood on file, hair in the system and finger prints in the federal system, they could not only run it through the crime database to link her to unsolved crimes. In the near future they could watch for her and know when she had been somewhere, "Alright, you'll have to explain that to me."

"What? Me being the Huntsgirl?" Rose asked Lillian who had directed the question at her.

One thing that she had noticed about her sister was the fact that she was overly judgmental about everything. Rose found that terribly annoying but when she thought about it, she was amused to find out that she was that way. Well, maybe the thing that she felt so irritated, she hated to see all of her faults splayed right in front of her. She just couldn't the patience to answer her sister. Instead she turned on her heel and walked away from her family. This was too much for her right now, just too much and she felt the call to continue with her work.

Approaching a uniformed officer that had been assigned to her until a detachment of the CIA had arrived back up here, she tapped him on the shoulder rather tersely, "Officer Muller, has the fax from Manhattan arrived?"

He turned to her. The officer was probably in his mid-twenties, good looking and obviously attracted to her by the blush that was on his face, it was then she noticed that the officer had a file in his hand, "Yes Ma'am, the CIA marked it confidential for you and the chief himself gave it to me. It was an honor to serve my country Agent Long!"

The former Huntsgirl rolled her eyes, the man was so enamored by the fact that she was CIA and that said agency had used his department to contact her. When she was in Los Angeles, she had dealt with the CIA, FBI and NSA all of the time and she never wore an expression akin to meeting a movie star. But every time that she dealt with a New York Police Department, they were surprised by her, "You need to get a life kid. You'll learn that when you get further into your career that the Federal Government can be a pain in the ass. Believe me, it was that way when I was a cop."

"You were a Detective?" He asked, and again it was with that damn adoration because of her title of Agent.

"Yeah," Rose nodded, taking the file from his hands, "Almost twenty five years ago, does that surprise you?"

The Police Officer looked shyly at her. Rose thought it was the cutest thing that she had ever seen. Not like something that Jake did, but cute as in something that one of her children had done. "Well yes it does, you don't seem that old."

"I'm 47, I have six children and I've been married for almost twenty years," Rose said bringing up the folder and slapping the poor young policeman on the shoulder. Sometime young kids like that didn't know what they were getting themselves into with her. She knew she still had it but with this young man, he was enraptured with her job and her.

Not bothering to even continue this little conversation, she turned on her heel and opened the tan dossier. She had placed a call to headquarters in Manhattan and asked for the file on Project Iron. Whatever it was, Rebecca felt it was important enough for her to know about it, and even though she might have been hesitant to take the woman's advice, she was willing to bet that Rebecca wouldn't have purposely misled her. Rebecca was itching for a rematch in more favorable arenas and so was she, that's why Rose was willing to look at this.

Not to mention the warrant she had issued for that supposed infiltrator, wherever he was, every law enforcement agency would be looking for the man. It was protocol, even if she knew that he'd walk right into her hands within the next day.

Rubbing her eyes, she began to read the opening page of the file:

Marked Confidential by order of NY CIA Director Allen Mansfield

Confidential Informants have reported to us suspicious activities going on in the West Virginia Coal Mines. It seems that several international corporations have begun to establish refining facilities. What is strange about this is the issue of the same procedures being undertaken by the same companies all over the world. These companies were put under Homeland Security Surveillance after they were caught selling resources to Terrorist Groups in Yemen, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam and most recently to the regime of North Korea. And as of last year we've received startling news.

We have received intelligence that this does indeed have an undertone to devalue resources coming out of the United States Homeland. The plot is known as Project Iron. It is the recommendation of the United States Central Intelligence Agency that this issue have the full attention of Domestic Security Agencies as well as Foreign Agencies to protect our Economy.

Rose swallowed the lump in her throat. Well, it looked as if she was about to stumble on another large plot that would drive her insane. It could be implied easily that Rebecca was a hired gun for the organization that was attempting to bring down the US Economy. This plot was different from the other ones though. Instead of the Hutchinson's and her family as her backup, she had an army of highly trained spies. It might not be so bad.

"Rose?" A deep voice asked from behind her.

Rose jumped and turned to see the handsome smirking face of her ex-partner Terry Newman. She put her hand over her chest and began to breathe heavily. He had scared the shit out of her, "Terry! What the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me like that? Holy shit what are you doing here?"

"Allen got your message and he turned me around," Terry said chuckling at the condition that he had left her in, "I am to be your backup until further notice. He also says that he will get in contact with the White House over the issue of Project Iron. He also says to go to hell for making him work so late."

She rolled her eyes and handed him the dossier, "I just had the hell beaten out of me by someone two times younger than me. I'm already in hell."

Terry took the folder and opened it, "Alright, so what led you to this?"

"Before I let my attacker go, she told me that I needed to look up Project Iron, she said would give me insight of some kind," She said shaking her head and letting out a deep yawn, "I assume Allen told you about Langley?"

The man nodded, absently flipping through the folder, "When I last talked to him he said he was about to go into a teleconference with the Director and the President to shut down Headquarters for the next twenty four hours."

Rose ran her hand through her hair and stared at him with an exasperated look, "Terry are you telling me that they'll shut down the building? Send everyone home for the day? It needs to be open and filled with Agents that can get him and interrogate him. We'll find out who paid him and we'll g-…"

He set the file down on the table and reached forward to shake her shoulders. She needed to get a hold of herself, "It's alright, you didn't let me finish, we're letting the staff go home for the day and a team of Agents is going to play office worker for the day. What the hell is bothering you?"

"I'm sorry," Rose shook her head and lightly pushed his hands off of her shoulders, even eleven years later, Yemen had made things awkward, "I've had a run in with that woman before. She wanted to kill my husband and you know how I am, I kicked her ass and now I know that I left her with a limp. She walks in here, we get into a fight, and she stabs my brother."

Terry had lost interest, "You have a brother? I didn't know that?"

"I met him today, I also have a twin sister," Rose explained dully.

"A twin sister?" Terry looked absolutely thrilled, like a dog with a treat.

"Yes, and from what I hear she's single," Rose said reaching forward and placing a hand on his shoulder and with the other hand pointing in the direction of Lillian and the rest of her family, "But to be forewarned, she has to kids and she's divorced. And she's right over there."

And it was almost comical in the way that the other CIA Agent ran off in the direction that she had pointed in. She hadn't told Jake about what had happened in those last few days in Yemen. Rose hadn't technically cheated on her husband, but damn if she was sorely tempted too. They had kissed, once and that was as far as it had gone. She justified it to herself by the small, tiny thing that had gone on between her husband and Trixie Carter.

She was right in doing that? Wasn't she?

Rose looked back at her family and snickered at the sight of Terry actively trying to hit on her sister. Oh yes, she was justified. While Trixie was a snotty little cow who thought that she could steal her husband, Terry was a pig who thought he could steal her away from her dragon.

And that was not going to happen.