A/N: Hi everyone! Looks like I've ventured out of my shell and am finally cracking into some 4400 fan fic! Woooo0p! I usually stick to the Gilmore Girls and 24 categories, but season 2 has just started down here in oz, and let me tell you, I'M ADDICTED! So addicted in fact, that I went out last night and bought the first season on DVD… and have pretty much been watching it non-stop since!

Anyway, that's not the point of this author's note. The point, my dears, is to give a brief introduction to this fan fic. Alright. So, it's set after the first season, but I'm not sure how far… just not season two far! So anyway, yes, it's based around Diana, Maia and Tom (because, I mean, how can you NOT think Maia is adorable, and that her and Diana make such a cute mother-daughter pair. And Tom and Diana… well… did anything ever make any more sense?). So yeah… enjoy the fic, and make sure to let me know what you think after you've read it!

Love you all! Happy readings!

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Diana sat at her desk late one night quietly going over Maia's dossier. She knew she probably shouldn't be – she had other things that needed doing, and she should probably go home, but something hadn't been right with Maia recently. Whenever Diana tried to even mention Maia's life before she was abducted, the little girl would go quiet and quickly excuse herself from the room. Diana hated pushing things with Maia, but at the moment there was something that she couldn't let go. She always tried to give the child her space, Diana hated intruding, but she was starting to feel more and more motherly towards Maia, something that Diana thought she would never feel – she certainly never expected to anyway. So she was looking through the dossier to find out if there were any problems, or anything, before Maia went missing.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?" Tom asked as he approached Diana, taking her by surprise.

"Oh, just looking at something," she said before quickly putting the dossier down underneath a few other papers. Tom just looked at her as she leant back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk.

"That was Maia's, wasn't it," he said straightly.

"What makes you say that?" Diana replied defensively.

"Don't worry, I've looked through Shawn's 100 times," Tom said. Diana just smiled a little in reply. They were quiet for a moment before Diana spoke.

"She's been acting a little weird lately," she told Tom, not sure why she was going to open up to him. There was just something about him that made her feel like she could talk about anything.

"Isn't she always weird?" Tom said, attempting a joke, only getting a stern look from Diana in response. "Sorry, continue."

"Whenever I bring up her life before she went missing she goes all silent. But not silent like she normally is, it's more like a sad silence… you know?" Diana said, hoping that Tom would be able to understand what she was saying; she was having a little trouble herself.

"Yeah, Shawn's a little touchy too."

"No, but I don't mean just a little touchy, I mean upset. I wish I could help her… I simply don't know how, I'm not use to this whole parental thing… oh no, what if she knows something bad is going to happen? And she's never wrong in her premonitions," Diana said, panic starting to creep into her state of mind. Tom quickly tried his best to brush that away.

"Well you said she goes quiet when you talk about her past – so it can't be any sort of premonition thing," Tom offered. This seemed to calm Diana. She sighed a little.

"Yeah I spose," she replied. Suddenly noticing how much she had told Tom she quickly sat up and tried to avoid his gaze.

"Yeah… um, sorry, I shouldn't be dumping all this on you," Diana said.

"Don't worry, I don't mind," Tom replied, sitting on the edge of Diana's desk. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable with him in such close proximity, and stood up.

"Right, well, I better get home to Maia, I'm late as it is," she said, straightening herself up a little and picking up her bag.

"Ah, yeah," Tom replied, standing up too.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said quickly.

"Tomorrow," Tom replied, as Diana rushed out of the office.

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Diana called out as she arrived home, "Sorry I'm late Clarisse; I got tied up at work." Clarisse, Maia's current babysitter, and Maia came out of the kitchen as Diana shut the door.

"Thanks Clarisse, I'll see you tomorrow," Diana said as Clarisse smiled at her and headed towards the door.

"Bye Clarisse," Maia said.

"Bye," she replied, quickly slipping out the door. Diana let out a sigh and put her bag down on the table. Maia watched her for a moment.

"Don't worry, things will get better," she said, out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" Diana said, turning towards Maia.

"With Tom," Maia replied simply, before sitting down at the table. Diana was caught a little of guard by this comment, but brushed it off as she approached Maia, wrapping her arms around her in a hug.

"Did you have fun with Clarisse today?" Diana asked, still hugging the girl tightly.

"We left you some dinner," Maia replied, as Diana broke away from the hug and walked towards the kitchen.

"Great, thankyou," Diana said, spotting the bowl of pasta sitting on the counter. Noticing it had gone cold, she quickly popped it in the microwave.

"Sorry I'm back so late, I had a few things I had to do at work," Diana said, standing next to the microwave, waiting for her pasta to heat up, and watching Maia as she sat at the table, coloring in her coloring book.

"I know," Maia replied, still looking down and coloring. The microwave beeped and Diana took out her pasta, headed towards the table and sat opposite Maia. They were quiet for a while, Diana eating her dinner and Maia coloring.

"You know, I think we might be able to get you enrolled in school again, that would be nice, wouldn't it," Diana said between mouthfuls.

"I suppose," Maia replied, her eyes never leaving her coloring.

"Are you okay?" Diana asked, carefully watching Maia. The little girl didn't reply, she just continued staring down at her coloring book, moving her crayon back and forward.

"You know, it's alright to tell me if something's bothering you," Diana offered.

"I know," she replied, still intently coloring.

"So do you want to talk about it?" Diana continued.

"Not really," Maia replied, and Diana nodded, going back to her pasta and respecting the girl's privacy. She still desperately wanted to know what was troubling Maia, but she thought it best to wait until she was ready to talk.

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Diana rushed into the bullpen, trying to keep the strap of her handbag over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said as she hurried towards Tom.

"Where have you been?" Tom asked, crossing his arms angrily.

"Sorry, I overslept, had no clean clothes, I think I put my camisole on backwards, the babysitter was late, and don't even TALK to me about the traffic," she replied, out of breath, putting her bag down with a huff. Tom inspected her, with one hand on his hip. Diana noticed this, and recoiled back a little.

"What? You checking me out?" she sniggered.

"No, you just seem… frazzled," he replied.

"Geez, thanks," she said, rolling her eyes.

"No I mean, like more hectic."

"I'm failing to see how that's any better," she replied.

"Never mind," Tom said, brushing it off. Diana shrugged internally and turned her focus to work.

"So what have we got so far?" she asked.

"Felicity Rogers, age 16, disappeared 15th April 1985…"

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Tom rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked from his office on his way out. As he passed Diana's office, he looked through the window to find her with her feet up on the desk, head back and eyes closed, obviously asleep. Tom stopped and smirked, and made his way inside. As he got closer he could hear her breathing slowly in and out through her slightly open mouth. He sniggered to himself quietly, and sat down on the edge of her desk. He watched her for a moment, in wonder. This was the first time he'd ever seen her completely still and completely silent. Normally she was always dishing out some witty comment, or rushing about on a case. So he treasured the silence. But only for a little while.

He smiled to himself before saying loudly, "Diana!" She immediately woke with a start, her feet quickly coming off the desk as she sat up straight. Tom laughed to himself. She figured out what had happened and gasped angrily.

"That was mean!" she exclaimed.

"I know, I'm sorry," Tom chuckled. She blinked her eyes a few times and cleared her throat.

"What time is it?" she asked, looking at her watch.

"Late," Tom replied, "looks like someone fell asleep on the job."

"I was just gathering my stuff to go home, and I was so tired so I just sat down for a moment…"

"And that moment turned into… what, two hours?" he said with a smirk.

Diana frowned, "more like two and a half." She let out a sigh and stood up, looking for where she put her bag.

"I've just been so tired recently," she added, "I could hardly sleep at all last night, worried about Maia, and then I was in such a rush this morning… I guess I'm just worn out."

"How are things going with Maia? Has she talked to you yet?" Tom enquired.

"No," Diana replied sadly, "I spose I'll try and talk to her tonight – if I don't fall asleep as soon as I get through the door." Tom let out a chuckle and stood up.

"Well, I better get home too. But, ah… you know, if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything… I'm always here," he offered.

"Thankyou," Diana replied with an appreciative smile, and laid a hand on his upper arm gratefully. She gently rubbed his arm, before throwing her arms around him in a hug. He hugged her back tightly, and they stood like that for a moment, probably a bit longer than they should have, and enjoying it a little more than they should have, and when they pulled away, their faces were mere centimetres apart. They shakily stood there, so close they could feel each other's breath hitting their cheeks. Diana looked up and slowly met Tom's eyes, and she could swear he has about to lean in closer, but she quickly looked away uncomfortably and pulled out of his arms.

"I… need to go. I'll see you tomorrow," she said awkwardly, quickly escaping the office, making sure to avoid all eye contact with Tom.

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A/N: Can you say 'sexual tension' or WHAT! Well there you have it, capitolo uno! Hope you liked it, please review and let me know what you thought, and be sure to visit the gift shop on your way out.