Title: Learning To Live
Author: Carebear19
Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler, all the wonderful people at NBC and others involved so. (Sorry, but I can't think of anyone's name right now. Please don't sue.() And I don't own Pretender, NBC, TNT, and others do. Please don't sue, all you'll get is the bird who has been willed to me, and you really don't want Volare, he's got quite a wide vocabulary...
Summary: Five years after Sam left, a new nemisis plagues the VCTF, one who is earily similar to Jack. With new leads, and people dying left and right, they turn to one of the few people Sam trusted to help them find her before it's to late. A pretender who knows too much
Bailey Malone looked up when he heard a knock on his office door. "Come on in."
Grace peeked her head around the door. "You're not going to like this."
"What now Grace?" Bailey asked wearily.
"Another one."
Bailey sighed deeply. "Alright, let me call Frannie and cancel dinner. I'll be right out."
Bailey picked up the phone as Grace left, and then he dialed his daughters' number. About a year earlier, Frannie and Arrianna had got an apartment about 30 minutes from Atlanta. Once a week they had dinner together, alternating between the girls' place and his. By now there were use to the unexpected demands of his work. They learned that his job was hectic and crazy to say the least. Everyone had learned that five years earlier, when Sam was taken by Jack of all Trades, a horrendous ordeal resulting in Jack's death, and Sam's resignation. Not even Angel knew where she and Chloe were.
"Hello?" a female voice asked, pulling Bailey out of his thoughts.
"Hey Frannie, it's Dad."
"Hey Dad, what's up?"
"I have to cancel sweetie, they need me here."
"That's okay Dad." Francis said quickly, hearing the apology in his voice, and the weariness from the latest case they were still trying to solve. "Don't worry about it. We'll get together later on this week."
"Alright. Thanks Sweetheart." Bailey replied and they hung up. Standing up he shook his head softly. So much had happened in five years, too much. Everyday he wondered about Sam, and everyday his heart gave up a little more hope that she would ever contact them. He couldn't blame her for staying away. Hell, he would if it had been him who went through everything Jack did. Or Jack of all Trades, they had a new 'Jack' now. Everyday Bailey also thanked God that Sam was gone, because then the new Jack couldn't find her, which seemed one of his main objectives. Shaking his head once more, he walked out of his office to join the rest of the team.
Author: Carebear19
Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler, all the wonderful people at NBC and others involved so. (Sorry, but I can't think of anyone's name right now. Please don't sue.() And I don't own Pretender, NBC, TNT, and others do. Please don't sue, all you'll get is the bird who has been willed to me, and you really don't want Volare, he's got quite a wide vocabulary...
Summary: Five years after Sam left, a new nemisis plagues the VCTF, one who is earily similar to Jack. With new leads, and people dying left and right, they turn to one of the few people Sam trusted to help them find her before it's to late. A pretender who knows too much
Bailey Malone looked up when he heard a knock on his office door. "Come on in."
Grace peeked her head around the door. "You're not going to like this."
"What now Grace?" Bailey asked wearily.
"Another one."
Bailey sighed deeply. "Alright, let me call Frannie and cancel dinner. I'll be right out."
Bailey picked up the phone as Grace left, and then he dialed his daughters' number. About a year earlier, Frannie and Arrianna had got an apartment about 30 minutes from Atlanta. Once a week they had dinner together, alternating between the girls' place and his. By now there were use to the unexpected demands of his work. They learned that his job was hectic and crazy to say the least. Everyone had learned that five years earlier, when Sam was taken by Jack of all Trades, a horrendous ordeal resulting in Jack's death, and Sam's resignation. Not even Angel knew where she and Chloe were.
"Hello?" a female voice asked, pulling Bailey out of his thoughts.
"Hey Frannie, it's Dad."
"Hey Dad, what's up?"
"I have to cancel sweetie, they need me here."
"That's okay Dad." Francis said quickly, hearing the apology in his voice, and the weariness from the latest case they were still trying to solve. "Don't worry about it. We'll get together later on this week."
"Alright. Thanks Sweetheart." Bailey replied and they hung up. Standing up he shook his head softly. So much had happened in five years, too much. Everyday he wondered about Sam, and everyday his heart gave up a little more hope that she would ever contact them. He couldn't blame her for staying away. Hell, he would if it had been him who went through everything Jack did. Or Jack of all Trades, they had a new 'Jack' now. Everyday Bailey also thanked God that Sam was gone, because then the new Jack couldn't find her, which seemed one of his main objectives. Shaking his head once more, he walked out of his office to join the rest of the team.