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"Tatiana, dance for our guests!"

Ten year old Tatiana hated performing for her parents friends. She would do it, because there would be hell to pay if she didn't. She put on her ballet shoes, her latest costume, she found her music and slipped it in the tape deck. She got on her toes and danced. She bowed at the end, the guests applauded. She left the room, like a good girl afterwards.

She peeked through the door when she heard her step father arguing with one of his guests. She saw him pull out a gun and point it at his guest. The guest started to beg for mercy, her step father laughed and pulled the trigger. The guest crumpled to the ground, Tatiana ran up the stairs trying to forget what she had just seen.

XXX

She woke up drenched in sweat, Tatiana was dead, she had been for sixteen years. She couldn't understand why she was dreaming of her, now after all this time. She had pushed her out of her mind long ago. She thought back to the flyer she found on her car, after her date with Spike. It was just a coincidence, it was a picture of a young missing girl named Tatiana.

She tried to settle down and go back to sleep but the nightmares of her past kept her awake. She had to rid herself of them. She got up and made herself some tea, she relaxed on the couch and listened to some music.

Nothing seemed to calm her frazzled nerves. She needed to get rid of these ghosts from her past, make sure that they stayed dead. She was going to have to call JT, she hadn't talked to her in ten years. She was going to have to make sure, that her past was still dead.

She had to wait another three to four hours, it was still too early to call. Maybe JT could give her some peace of mind, and she could relax. She wandered over to the window and looked out. She closed her eyes and saw Spike's smiling face.

XXX

At eight am, she picked up her phone. She found the number in her phone and hit dial, the call was answered by the second ring.

"Agent Hogenmiller."

"Jt, this is Kendall Turner."

There was a long silence on the phone, followed by sounds of fingers going over a key board.

"Dr. Turner, what can I do for you?"

"Has there been anyone looking for me?"

"Let me check.'

She could hear the click of the keyboard, she patiently waited for answers. "Dr. Turner, there have been no inquiries about your whereabouts for years."

"Thank you JT."

She sat back feeling a little more relaxed, she turned on the TV and laid down on the couch. She dozed off watching a movie, she woke up to her phone ringing.

"Hello?" Her voice was husky from sleep.

"Kendall, did I wake you?'

"It's okay. I needed to wake up."

I'm sorry, this is Spike."

"Hi."

She knew why he was calling, she knew she should turn him down for a second date. Common sense told her to say no, but nobody had been looking for her, she could say yes and be safe, at least that's what the irrational side said. She had been sensible and safe for the last fifteen years since she was sixteen, always being careful, looking over her shoulder.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night? There's a BBQ tomorrow night, at my team leaders house, I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

She felt her heart rate speed up, he wanted her to meet his coworkers. That was not a second date, that was a dating thing. She was in a full on panic, a room full of cops, that's playing with fire.

"I'm sorry Spike, I can't tomorrow."

"I understand. When are you free?"

He sounded so disappointed, she felt horrible but she couldn't take any chances. "I'm available the next night."

They made plans to spend the day together, he was off that day. She was looking forward to it, she really did like him. She have him her address, so he could pick her up, that was something for her. They talked for a few more minutes, before he had to get back to work.

She laid around for the rest of the morning, she finally got up at noon to run some errands. She was sitting at a sidewalk cafe eating a late lunch, enjoying the sunshine, Spike sat down at her table.

"Hi, Kendall!"

She smiled at him. "Spike. What are you doing here?"

"Grabbing a late lunch."

"Eat with me?"

"I'm here with my team."

"That's fine, they can join us.'

She smiled, inside she was freaking out. She was trying to remain calm, it will be fine. The rest of his team joined them, he made the introductions. She smiled, and made friendly conversation with them all. They seemed to be nice, in other circumstances she could be friends with them.

Spike gave her a quick kiss good bye before he left to go back on duty. She relaxed once they all left, she thought she did a pretty good job of hiding her uneasiness. She went to pay for her lunch, the waitress told her that Spike had paid for her lunch.

He really was a good guy.

XXX

Spike was riding patrol with Wordy. "What did you think of Kendall?"

"She seems nice. What do you think of Kendall?"

"I think she's amazing. We're spending the day together."

Wordy smiled to himself. "Are you bringing her to the BBQ?"

"She can't come."

XXX

Kendall went home thinking about Spike, she thought about how disappointed he was about her not being able to go tomorrow night. It wouldn't kill her, she could do it, she wanted to see him, and spend time with him. The down fall would be spending the time in the company with all the law enforcement officers, it's not that she didn't trust them, it's just they tended to pry.

Her desire to be with him out weighed her common sense, she picked up her phone. And sent him a text.

Change of plans, if you still want me to go I'm available tomorrow night.

She waited for his reply, he must have been a busy afternoon, it was a couple of hours before he responded. She almost gave up, and desuded he'd moved on.

I'll pick you up at 5:30, looking forward to seeing you.

She laid her phone down, looking forward to tomorrow. She didn't know what it was about him, but there was an instant attraction to him.

XXX

She decided to treat herself to a hot bubble bath, she sunk down letting the water hit her ears.

"Tatiana, take the gun!"

"No, papa!"

"Tatiana Grace, you must do as I say. Luka and Lucian won't always be around to protect you. You must learn to shoot to kill."

"But papa!"

She was slapped across the face, being knocked to her knees. Tears welled up in the twelve years old eyes, she looked up at her step father.

"No crying Tatiana! Get up, take the gun! Aim it, and shoot!"

"Yes, papa!"

"Always shoot to kill Tatiana! "

She aimed the gun at the target and fired the gun until the magazine was empty. She went to get the target, showing her papa. He looked at her with disgust, and slapped her.

"You missed three time! I'm disappointed! Reload and do it again! You shoot until petfection!"

"Yes, papa!"

She woke up in the bath tub crying, she could understand why she was having these nightmares all of a sudden. Tatiana had been gone for fifteen tears, she hadn't thought of her since she was sixteen,. Now, all of a sudden she's having nightmares about her. She's got to stop it.

Tatiana, needs to stay in the past!