Sorry for the lack of updates! I've been so busy with assignments and health issues. Now that those 10,000 dreadful words are over and finished, and my new medication is working nicely I can upload a chapter or two for you lovely people! I'll try and get some more chapters up soon!

Sorry this is so short! Hopefully the next chapter will be longer and better quality.

An OC in this has a special place in my heart, as he's based on my little man, Darcy 3

Here I am with another chapter, hopefully more going on to interest you all! Once again, I don't own Sue Thomas FBEye, I do however own my OC's!

Reviews and constructive criticism welcome! Enjoy!

It had been a long and tiring weekend. Emilia had returned to Washington in the early hours of the morning, but despite the jetlag and her emotional and physical tiredness she had been unable to sleep. As she lay in bed her mind was filled with images; her first meeting with David, their first interview together, the evenings they'd spent together after work. Slowly the happy memories began to fade as her mind lead to a darker place; Agent Jones' funeral, his mother's tears. It seemed like hours before sleep took her.

It was bright and early when Emilia was awoken by a paw to the head.

"Ouch," She mumbled, pulling the blanket up over her head, "Just 10 more minutes Darcy."

A few moments passed and then a large thud echoed through the apartment. Sighing, Emilia pulled back the cover to see one of her larger books lying open on the floor. Glancing up at its home on the bookshelf she saw Darcy sat, looking smug, well as smug as a cat can look.

Darcy was one of her cats. He was jet black, with bright green eyes, with a smaller frame than usual for a male cat. The runt of his litter, what Darcy lacked in size he made up for in attitude. He was the bolder of her two cats and although he could be standoffish, he was incredibly attached to her. Emilia adopted Darcy from a shelter after he was maltreated by his previous owner and returned, and from then on his role became acting as her therapy pet. Emilia was recommended to adopt a pet as a last resort: none of her medication or counselling was working and her anxiety and depression were getting worse and worse. As soon as she took him home he found his home in her heart and they'd been inseparable ever since. Five years later and he was still hanging about, boisterous as ever.

Emilia dragged herself out of bed, and after pulling on her gown she left her room and headed to the living room. As she walked through the living room she felt a furry friend milling between her ankles.

"Morning Bingley" she called affectionately, receiving a small meow in response.

As soon as the kitchen door opened Darcy came stampeding across the apartment, skidding to land next to his brother at the feeding bowls.

After satisfying her boys with their food, she showered and dressed before heading out to the office, leaving Darcy and Bingley to amuse themselves in the apartment.

Walking toward the Hoover building Emilia felt the feeling of dread settling in her stomach. She didn't dare believe that any progress had been made on the case. Her body was on autopilot as she moved about the hoover building, climbing the building in the elevator, but her mind was whirring, distracted with the memory of the weekend. She hadn't even realised she'd found her way into the bullpen she was currently sharing with Jack Hudson's team.

"Emilia?"

Lucy's voice pulled her out of her reverie, and she turned to see where the voice had come from. She was surprised to see Lucy hovering so close, her face etched with worry. The rest of the team were quiet, almost too quiet, seemingly focused on the tasks at hand. Emilia forced a smile on to her face, and attempted to gain control of her voice.

"Lucy, how was your weekend?"

"I… it was fine thanks, how was your weekend? You look exhausted."

Emilia could sense the concern in Lucy's voice, and noted Sue's eyes watching their exchange. As much as she didn't wish to worry them more, she knew they'd find out about her weekend regardless.

"I returned home for Agent Jones' funeral."

"Home, home? England?" Bobby asked, turning away from his desk. "No wonder you're tired, you must have been flying for hours."

Emilia gave a weak smile. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't shattered."

The bullpen fell silent once again, as the team struggled with what to say. Sue walked over and rested her hand on Emilia's arm.

"That must have been very difficult for you. You could have taken the day to recover."

"You don't need to worry about me," Emilia told her, "I'm fully functioning, albeit a smidge sleepy. I can manage."

Sensing Emilia wanted the conversation to come to an end, she smiled before returning to her desk. Emilia wandered toward the desk she occupied with Myles, collapsing into the chair beside him.

"Coffee?" Myles offered, raising his mug toward her.

"Please."

The rest of the day passed without event. Fuelled up on coffee, Emilia managed to keep herself awake for the majority of the working day, but soon she began to feel her eyes drooping.

"Perhaps you should retire for the day," Myles said, noting Emilia's tired eyes.

"I suppose I should." Emilia smiled weakly at Myles before standing up. As she reached for her coat she felt her head becoming lighter, and as her vision became darker she instinctively reached out for a steady surface for an anchor. As her vision slowly returned, her eyes focused on a concerned face looking down on her.

"I don't think you should really be driving." Myles said, reaching for his jacket. "I was leaving soon, I can bring you home.'

"Myles, we live in that direction, we can drop her home." Lucy called from across the room.

"Have you got your car in the parking lot?" Sue asked Emilia, knowing how frustrating it can be to not be able to travel to and from the office on your own terms, even if it was just for one day.

Emilia nodded.

"Lucy, perhaps I can drive Emilia's car to her apartment. Myles can take Emilia home, and you can come too so we can home together."

"But why would-" Bobby began, before Tara hushed him.

"I'm sure Sue has a reason for it to be so complicated." Tara reasoned.

Jack looked curiously at Sue, wondering what she had planned. He moved toward her and tapped on her shoulder to catch her attention.

"WHY SO COMPLICATED?"

"EMILIA TIRED. NEED SUPPORT."

"WHY M-Y-L-E-S?"

"HE FRIEND. HE WORRY."

Jack smiled, realising what Sue was trying to do. Emilia was tired and all alone, and Sue, being the kind, beautiful woman she is wanted to surround her with friends.

"YOU SMART. KIND." Jack signed, smiling at Sue.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW."

"GOOD NIGHT." Sue signed and spoke, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks, as she was lead away by Lucy, Myles and a zombie-like Emilia.