I had to redo this chapter becuase I wasn't thinking straight when I uploaded it. It wasn't the correct one. Hopefully you guys won't get lost this time.

"Hello, darlings," the woman said to them, as she looked up at them, as she came up to them. Jesse quickly slipped her gun into her pants waistband and shot Martin a smile. "I'm Margret Johnson, and I live next door. I wanted to see if little Jesse was here. I brought her some cookies."

"Mrs. Johnson, I'm Jesse," Jesse said, as she shot her a smile and Mr. Johnson's face fell. "I guess it's been a long time since I've last been up here."

"I guess." She then shot Martin a smile. "And you are?"

"Mrs. Johnson, this is Martin, my brother." Jesse slid an arm around his waist and gave him a small hug. "Martin, this is Mrs. Johnson the next door neighbor."

"Hello, Ma'am," Martin said to her, as he shook her hand. "We're just here to spend a couple of days relaxing for our stressful work habits."

"Sounds good." She then handed them the plate of cookies. "I better run off home before Harold realizes that I'm gone." Then she was gone.

"When did you get a gun?" Martin asked her, as he watched her pick up her bag.

"I've had it since I was old enough to have it," she said, with a smile. "I know that they'll be someone out there who'll want to kill me and this way, I know not to be unprepared." Come on, your fiancee and my best friend are waiting for us."

"Oh, this is so going to be fun."

"I have a question for you." Martin stopped and shot her a look back. "How did you get inside without setting off the alarm?"

"What alarm?"

"Oh, god." Jesse dropped her bag as she bolted into the house with Martin right on her heels. "Sami, Sara?" She walked into the living room making sure to step over the trip wire and she shot a look around. "Sam? Sara?" She noticed a tennis shoe sticking out from behind the couch and went over to see that it was Sara. "Sara?"

"What the hell hit me?" Sara asked, as Jesse helped her to sit up. "I remember talking to Sam then getting hit to the floor." She then shot a look around. "I think that there's someone one here, in the house."

"Where's Sam?" Jesse asked her, as she looked around. "Did you see where she went?"

"I think she went into the kitchen." Jesse shot a look up at Martin as he pulled out his gun and headed in the direction to the kitchen. "She said something about seeing someone."

"Okay, stay here." Jesse pulled out her gun and headed to check the upstairs, only to come across Martin and Sam, with their weapons drawn. "Hey. I'm gonna check up stairs. You guys want to get the back of the house and the basement?" They both nodded as they took off to look there, while Jesse took the stairs up. "Oh, this shall be fun."

The upstairs hallway was dimly lit with the only light being from the tiny window at the end of the hallway, above the back stair case that was off the kitchen. Jesse quickly began to check the four rooms. She had just finished checking the bathroom and the den when she was attacked in the hall. She received a kick to the back that sent her into the wall, and she lost her grip on her gun. It landed on the floor not far from them. Before she could react, she was slammed up against the wall and held there, by a strong body. "What are you doing here?" a male voice demanded.

"I was about to ask you the same question," Jesse snapped, as she went into action, slammed her foot down onto his. "Because this is not your house." She then elbowed him hard in the stomach and as soon as he released her, she spun around to attack him with her hands up, but she quickly dropped them, when she saw the person's face. "Devon?"

Devon Cooper looked over at Jesse with a confused look, as he dropped his hands to his side. His bright green eyes connected with Jesse's, and he shot her a smile. Devon was a year older than Jesse, and she had met him on the streets when she had been stealing cars. "Jesse, what are you doing here?" he asked her, as the sound of running feet, caused him to spin around to face the two F.B.I. Agents. "Oh, crap. Cops."

"Coop, stop," Jesse ordered, as he started towards the back steps. "We need to talk."

"You weren't supposed to be here," he began, as he looked around. "No body was. I was just staying here for a couple of days, then these guys show up." He shot the agents a worried look. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

"Yes, Cooper, you are," Sara said, as she came up the back stairs and shot Devon a frown. "I can't believe that he's here. This is supposed to be a safe house. How did he get inside?"

"He was able to get inside because he has the codes," Jesse said, as she looked over at Sara. "I gave them to him, in case he needed a safe place to stay for a while."

"Who is this?" Sam asked, as she and Martin put away their weapons.

"Right, manners." Jesse put a hand on Devon's arm. "Devon Cooper, I want you to meet, F.B.I. Special Agent Samantha Spade and you all ready know, Agent Fitzgerald."

"Hey, Martin," Devon said. "Sorry about attacking you, Jesse."

"It's okay, I'll live."

"Cooper, why are you really here?" Sara asked him, as she came up to their sides. "I thought you were in jail, prison, or dead."

"Oh, Sara, I'm touched by your concern."

"Whatever." Sara rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go watch some tv. You can stay up here and talk to Shepherd's lap dog," Sara said, as she headed down the stairs. "He's her bunny and all."

"Can I borrow your gun, Shep?" Devon asked, as she went over and picked it up. "So I can put her out of her misery."

"No, you can't shoot her, Coop," Jesse said with a smile, as she looked around. "You're the one who attacked Sara downstairs." He nodded, and she shook her head. "Probably not the right thing to do, Coop." He shrugged. "Well I guess we better go down and figure out a plan on what to do."

"Sounds like a great idea," Martin said, as they headed downstairs. "We need to be ready."

"Ready for what?" Devon asked Jesse.

"Trouble."

"Ah, sounds like fun."

TBC

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