Disclaimer: I do not own any characters including: Bobby Manning, Jack Hudson, Myles Leland the third, Lucy Dotson, Tara Williams, Ted Garrett, Sue Thomas, Howie, or any other characters that were created by anyone other than me. I only own Makenzee Fields, Aiden Fields, and Marcus Luther. If any character is similar to others it is a mere coincidence and not intentional. There may also be drug references but I mean no offence to anyone at all.If i have offended any one in any way at all please notify me,I am truly sorry and will work harder to avoid that.

A/N: This is my very first fanfic that I am posting, so please please read and review! And also be very honest! It would mean so much to me to get reviews! Thank-you soo much! (Makenzee is a character that I made up on my own, I really hope you like her!)

Chapter 1

At the Bullpen, May 21

Bobby Manning stared at the pages scattered over his desk as he struggled to keep his eyes open. They were pages of information. Information and pictures of faces that he had memorized over the last three and a half months that had proved only one thing – that they were useless. The team of elite F.B.I. agents had spent so much time and effort, used up so many favors and in the end still had come up empty.

The only agent that was even mildly busy was Tara, her head turning from the computer screen to pages of notes and back again to the monitor, her short hair bobbing along. Sue was staring into outer space while softly petting Levi's head. Lucy was almost asleep in her chair when D and Jack all but ran into the bullpen.

"We got a hit!" D nodded to Tara. "Why don't you fill us in."

"Alright." Tara said taking the reins. "Well, as you all know we've been following this man." Tara put a man's picture on the large screen. "Bobby, I vote for you to name him once and for all."

"Your wish is my command." He complied.

"I'll hold you to that, Bobby." She warned.

"Today would be very appreciated." Myles complained.

"Yeah yeah." Bobby tapped his chin. After some thought he came up with a name, "Arnold."

"Sorry," Sue apologized. "What did you say?"

Bobby spelt it out in sign language. "No," she said. "I understood what you said,

but…Arnold?"

"I know a really annoying guy named Arnold, so I choose this really annoying guy to be

Arnold, as well." Bobby explained.

"Anyway," Jack cut in. "Tara began to notice another subject that seemed to be where

ever he was when ever he was there." Tara put up another photograph of a laughing blonde. "We want and most importantly need to know who she is and why Arnold is so interested in her."

"Or what she wants with him." Lucy said now fully awake.

"Exactly." D said. "Jack, Sue, Bobby and Myles, I want you guys to split up and ask

around for anyone who knows her. Jack, you take Sue. Bobby and Myles, you two try to

work together without murdering each other first. When we find her, we'll either take her in for questioning or follow her home and play a little 'I Spy'."

"I love that game," Bobby said flashing his million dollar smile.

"Well, you would," Myles said dryly. They grabbed their coats and began their search.

Makenzee Catherine Fields dropped the shopping bags on the floor and shut the front door with her foot. She had just returned from a day long shopping trip with her twenty-five year old sister.

Even though Aiden was three years younger, she had almost always seemed just as

mature as Makenzee.

The plan was to go shopping all day, then go to Makenzee's for dinner, watch a sappy movie and stuff their faces with popcorn, but those plans had fallen through when Aiden's boyfriend had called to tell her that he had gotten Red Sox tickets. Aiden declined at first but Makenzee assured her that it was fine and she could always take a rain check.

After all her new items were put away and the receipts safe and sound she grabbed a

book and settled on her comfy sofa. She had been reading for fifteen minutes when a loud

thump broke her from her reverie. She looked out her large window and she saw a light

dark gray bird regaining its balance after flying into the clean window. Makenzee was just

about to start reading again when it registered.

The car.

She had noticed it for over a month and had called the police station twice. Each time she had gotten the same idiot cop who had told her that there were many Honda's in Washington and that colors could often look like others. She slowly pulled her head up and her eyes met with the dark green Honda. Fear crippled up her frozen spine as she just stared at it for what seemed like hours, but she was sure it was probably mere seconds.

She slowly but casually walked over to the window and shut the blinds. She did that to every room, while checking every door and every window, making sure that they were locked and relocked. She checked dark spaces, the attic and finally walked into the garage. She locked the doors leading outside then walked to the kitchen with a metal baseball bat in hand. She searched her kitchen for the largest knife she could find.

When she was satisfied that she was safe, she called the police station for the third time. Ironically Makenzee got the same cop, who this time agreed that it would be best if she came to the station to file a report. She did just that, with shaky hands and wobbly legs she grabbed her keys and was on her way to end this madness.

At the police station, she was led to an cement room the size of a walk-in closet and was instructed to wait for the appropriate files to be drawn up. A few minutes turned into ten, then twenty and eventually forty-five. She was just about to remind the officer when a dark haired man and a blonde woman walked in. They told her they were the F.B.I and that she needed to come with them to their headquarters. Although confused and slightly scared, she decided it would be best not to mess with people who carried guns for a living.

Jack and Sue had been asking door to door, in shopping malls, on the street, and asked every snitch they have ever had and then instructed them to get the word out on the street that they were looking for a twenty-eight year old woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. They had found out only one thing. That either she had no friends – which was not likely, seeing as how she was almost always with someone in their photographs – or they were not looking in the right places.

It was getting dark and they were both hungry so they found a Subway and sat down to eat. Levi, Sue's energetic Golden Retriever was laying under the table and Sue apologized to Jack for the lack of foot space. "It's not a problem." He said. Jack cleared his throat. "Um, Sue, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come over, to my place, and um, maybe we could watch a movie. Or something." Great way to ask a girl out, idiot, Jack thought to himself, lets watch a movie or something!

"I'm flattered." Sue smiled. YES YES YES YES! With all my heart and soul, YES! Sue screamed inside her head.

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked hopefully. Sue was about to answer when his cell on the table vibrated, ending the conversation for the moment. He signed phone to Sue. "Hudson." Jack listened for a few minutes then said, "Okay, great…Bobby and Myles?…we'll pick her up now." He hung up and looked at Sue. "Eat up, we got to go."

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