Hello Everyone! I must say, I wish I was in Paris right now to meet Sophia but sadly I am in Australia and I'll just have to live with only seeing her once a week on a CPD episode! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It's your introduction to the mysterious Stacy Graham and a glimpse into Jay's past. Review if you can! Thanks for reading.

Stacy Graham was beautiful and that was an understatement. She walked into the intelligence unit like she was walking down the catwalk. Jay covered his face with his hands. This was not happening. He decided.

She gave an award winning smile as she neared him. "Jay! My oh my you look so grown up." She scrawled in her faux southern accent. Apparent that's where she's been all this time, in the middle of Alabama living her life as a southern belle.

Jay looked up at her and gave her a fake smile. "You too." He told her, although his eyes were technically looking past her shoulder.

Erin sat uncomfortably beside her boyfriend, she didn't know what she had expected but this wasn't it at all. Stacy, or Shirley as she was now known as, was the kind of girl you saw in the movies. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled, it even bounced every time her heels left the floor her lips were coloured blood red, her white teeth literally shined and Erin couldn't help but feel self conscious despite the look of distaste on Jay's face beside her.

"Oh don't mind me, I haven't had a chance to shower since the plane." Stacy told her, fixing her hair in the reflection of the windows.

"Oh by all means go ahead." Erin said in a still politeness.

Voight closed the door to his office and closed the blinds interrupting Stacy's beauty routine.

"OOO! I'd better take a seat." She giggled, moving into the spot beside Jay. He groaned internally, let the games begin.

Voight looked between the pair a rough laugh let his lips. Jay wasn't impressed, there was absolutely nothing funny about this situation. Nothing at all.

"The two of you passed as a couple? In what universe?" He chuckled, trying to restrain himself.

Jay glared at his boss who was sitting across from him, he didn't dare look at Erin, she was probably as displeased as he was by all of this.

Voight held up his hand in retreat and said he was sorry. He looked over at Stacy again, this was all down to her now.

"So, I hear my former lover is not too please with you Jay." She said in her twang. She looked over at him with her lips pursed and her hand running through her hair. Something Jay used to enjoy.

Jay was so close to yelling at her, to tell her to cut it out with the fake accent and the ludicrous charm, but he knew that wouldn't help anything.

"Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?" Jay asked flatly. He wasn't going to play her game. He'd played it a long time ago but not today.

She ignored his tone and smiled. "Well he thinks I'm dead, so I'm not sure what you brought me here for Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes, she thought he was the one who summoned her? She wished.

"Ask Voight. He's the one who asked you here. Not me." Jay snapped, adding a smile to soften the mood in the room. It was already awkward enough.

Stacy looked over to the older man and sighed, "Poor thing, he's still a bit cranky at me for leaving town all those years ago." She tapped her manicured nails against the table top, Erin shivered by the sound.

Voight was still amused by all of this, which pissed both Jay and Erin off. This wasn't a game, this was serious.

Erin spoke up this time. "The past is in the past so if you don't have any solutions then don't bother speaking up." She snapped, Jay was startled by his girlfriend's tone he hadn't seen a jealous side of her before. At least not like this.

"I'm here to help." Stacy assured Erin, she was trying to lock eyes with the younger woman but Jay made sure his body was in the way of the two women.

"What are we going to do Sarg?" Jay asked Voight directly. He wasn't going to play any games with Stacy. He didn't want to be around her any longer than he had to be.

"Stacy here is going to do some work for us." Voight said proudly, looking directly into Jay's eyes to see his response.

"Great. So can the rest of us go home?" Jay asked feeling impatient, there was no point of him being here right? Besides Voight's personal amusement.

Voight glanced over at Alvin who was standing at the door, he nodded his head. "You and Erin should get some rest. We'll meet up again in the morning."

Erin rose to her feet and Jay followed. He took her arm as they left Voight's office. He was in a bad mood she could feel it. But she wasn't exactly in the best mood either.

"She's a treat." Erin finally spoke once they were safely in Jay's car. She buckled up her seatbelt and awkwardly glanced towards her boyfriend. This was probably one of the more unpleasant nights she'd experienced, excluding those nights during the kidnapping of course.

"I'm really sorry that you had to meet her." He sounded sorry but Erin didn't know how she felt.

"What was she like when you loved her?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

"She was a little easier to deal with back then." Believe it or not he was telling the truth.

Erin chuckled. "What's with the accent?"

Jay laughed. "Honestly I have no idea. It doesn't suit her at all."

"It was a bit much..." Erin said plainly, the radio was playing soft music in the background of their conversation it was a nice distraction.

"She's not going to get between us though. I'll make sure of that."

"Mhm" Erin didn't know exactly what he meant by that. It seemed like a strange thing to say, she thought back to their encounter with Stacy trying to think of anything she missed but she came up with a blank. Why would Jay say that? Was there something she was missing?

"Let's just see how Voight plays this because I honestly have no idea where his head's at."

"Do we ever?"

When Jay's head hit his pillow that evening his mind went mysterious places. Memories he had consciously forgotten came flooding back into his mind. Stacy had come home from work one day long ago, a memory Jay had long since forgotten.

Young Jay had been working out all afternoon in the garage gym he'd made for himself. Stacy was home later than usual, which was why it surprised him when he heard her high hells pattering across the concrete floor. He looked up from the bench he was laid upon, sweat dripped down his shirtless body. Stacy smiled down at him, her D sized breasts covered half her face from his view.

"How was work?" He asked her as he sat up. Jay was smitten with this woman to say the least. She gave him a giant smile and handed him a towel.

"It's been a while Jay but we're getting closer to taking the bastards all down." She told him proudly, Jay followed her back into their house, he had wiped away most of the sweat that covered his toned body.

Stacy took one look at him and ran her fingers up and down his abs, her fingernails tickled as they ghosted down his skin. He caught her fingers with his hand and looked into her eyes. "So we'll be going home soon?"

She nodded, locking her eyes on his gaze. "Real soon." She purred.

Jay felt his knees weaken, she had that affect on him after all. He let go of her hand slowly but she didn't move it from his skin.

"When we first met you had those chicken legs and scrawny arms, now look at you. You're real man Jay." She whispered, walking closer towards the younger man. Jay didn't move, he was frozen. He'd spent so long waiting for her to finally see him this way, and now that it was happening he could hardly move. He cursed himself, this was truly embarrassing.

"You know how much I love real men." She cooed, pressing her lips against his neck, her fingers trailed down his torso, landing on the waistband of his gym shorts.

Present Jay's eyes blinked open, his bedroom was pitch black and he could hear Erin breathing beside him. He choked back the memories and shook himself out of it. Why was he going back to that day? Why couldn't his mind just leave him alone? Stacy was bad news, and no matter what had happened in past. He was never going to trust her again.