Almost. But not quite. A new set of footsteps invaded the happy environment, the smiles and laughter faded as all five pair of eyes peered around the corner towards the elevator. Charlee sucked in a noisy breath, almost choking on the sucker juice. Everyone else was watching cautiously as two people, that could rather be quickly identified as agents, stepped out of the elevator.

Charlee looked over at Megan, instant relief in her expression. Over to Don, David and Colby. Same thing. Which made Charlee think, "false alarm?"

Megan met her gaze first, turning so her back so she was facing the cubicles. "False alarm." Her gaze caught Colby's, then David and Don. The same mirrored expression as hers. So was it possible to think that all four of them were falling head over heels for this brilliant little girl? Her eyes trailed down to the protective circle they had produced around Charlee--then back up at the expressions on their faces. Nobody but her had moved.

So the question was evident. Yes they were all falling in love with her. It was clear as a bell. And since they were smart enough, they were listening to the little voice that was telling them not to let her go. But not for the previous reason...no, it was all clear now. Who cares if the idea was spontaneously thought of.

The elevator opened, two unfamiliar faces stepped onto FBI grounds. Floor five. Walking their way, two men; one with a pen hanging out of his pocket. Megan rolled her eyes up towards them as they drew nearer. Already she knew this wasn't going to be good. The apparent fact--both were men...Charlee didn't exactly do well with Colby and David when she first encountered them on the scene. Not to mention something really didn't feel right...more like out of place was a better use of the word. "Something doesn't feel right here." Megan spoke her thoughts quietly under the radar of the two men who were getting closer. Her right hand narrowed underneath her coat, fingers laying ready to snatch up her gun if need be.

From the corner of her eye she saw David and Colby mimic the same response as her, both were rigid. Charlee looked up at her, scared stiff. "What do I do?"

"You just sit still. If this is what we think this is anything we do could trigger an action from them. So if it does, you need to listen to what one of us tells you to do. Okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, kicking her feet and loosening her posture. They waited until the two men were standing just a few feet from them.

"We're from DCSF. This Charlee?"

Don and Megan shared a silent response... they all felt the oddness. Now they just needed to figure out how to catch them in the loop. Rounding them, Don took them to the side for a moment. "Didn't anyone tell you that Charlee was scared stiff when a couple of my agents took Charlee from next door to the crime scene? There's no way that I'm letting you take her unless you can get someone here that is for one a woman, and two...not leaving her with any male alone. We have no idea how exactly she is going to respond to anyone and we might need to question her some more later on."

"Look Agent..."

"Eppes."

"Agent Eppes if you have a problem with our system I suggest that you call our supervisor and talk to him. We have a direct order to place her in the system with foster care. From what we know she has no other family and she needs to be placed as soon as possible in order to receive the best possible chance of finding another home."

David looked down at the card on Don's desk. Looking closer at the card, the suspicions that the team had finally been confirmed just by the name, Penny Rodgers. DCSF Supervisor. Standing he took a few steps forward, hand on his gun. "Although that won't be necessary unless you've gotten a new supervisor in the last day. So..." Drawing his gun, Colby was alongside him in an instance, distracting both men enough that Don had pulled out his own, and Megan had kept an eye on keeping Charlee at a safe distance of any one, and being the last to draw her gun.

One of the men looked down, hand itching to grab his own gun. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, especially if I had four guns drawn to the head. But hey that's your prerogative." Don quipped harshly, waving his gun so it was closer to the man's head, one hand still holding the gun so the barrel was touching the man's head before he placed it back in his holster before twisting the man's arm back behind his back. "And especially...especially since there at least several other agents on this floor that are trained to aim their guns at your head." He lowered his voice, pulling out his handcuffs. Megan pulled out the man's gun from his own holster, keeping her gun close to his head now. Colby and David handled the other man.

"Ah, looks like you two have got a lot to explain." Megan raised her eyebrow, her thumb holding up his gun up to his face. "No reason you'll be needing this any more." She peeked around his body frame, standing in front of him, her breath catching just as she pulled out another gun. His hand came up and she caught it with a stare, twisting his wrist a bit in her grip. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." At that exact moment Don pulled that hand back behind his back and finished cuffing him.

Don leaned in, "You better think about what you're going to say because you're about to start talking. Let's take them to Interrogation one." He gestured to David and Colby, leaving Megan and Charlee alone. And she found that Charlee hadn't moved an inch from where she had put herself close to underneath the desk.

"Hey Charlee." Megan bent to her level. "Want to come out now? It's all safe." Beyond persuasion, it looked as if this moment had triggered something inside of the young girl.

"Are you sure?" Charlee was literally shaking. "Knew you would keep me safe, not want to get hurt."

"I know the feeling. Come on let's go into the break room and get you some water." Tucking her legs briefly across her chest, Charlee crawled out from the small space and stood.

"Megan?" Her small voice was unusually wavering as her body shook, still with fear as they walked. Wrapping her hand around her shoulder just in case, heaven forbid this child had already been through enough that she didn't something else happening right now. Let alone that two men had just walked into a federal building portraying two DCSF workers. Megan wasn't sure what they had exactly planned on doing, but she had a feeling that nothing good would have come out of it.

The little girl squeezed her hand sadly. "What is it Charlee?" Concerned, Megan bent down to her level again. Despite it being in the middle of the workplace, she pulled Charlee softly towards the wall, ready to listen. When she didn't answer and instead looked around, Megan stood up, took her into the break room and closed the door.

Charlee looked up with crestfallen eyes. "Why do people want to hurt me? Did I do something wrong?"

Shaking her head, Megan sat down beside her on the couch. "You did nothing wrong, Charlee. Those men were the only one's who did something wrong. And we're going to find out why."

"But I didn't wait for the signal."

"It was the spur of the moment, and there's nothing wrong with keeping yourself safe." Smiling, she got one small smile out of Charlee, but then the young girl's smile faded.

"You're just trying to make me feel better." Charlee muttered, mouth quivering. "Will I ever see you again?"

"I'm sure we'll see each other at one point. We both can't hide forever."

Charlee couldn't suppress the smile. "So you'll always be here. Do you help other kids too?"

"Sometimes. Mostly we work with adults. And really I'm not sure if I'll always be here, but I'll be around."

Looking to the floor, Charlee gave a small. "Oh. But I like you here."

"I like here too." Megan remarked, leaning back against the couch. "But some times people have to move on or want to move on because they feel that it's right. You understand?"

"Yeah...I guess so. But how do I find you if you're not here?"

"I'll be sure to give a number that you can reach me. But you do realize that after these next couple weeks I'm going to be doing what's called resigning."

"What's that?"

"It's where I give up my job so that I can find another one."

Charlee wrinkled her nose. "Like what?"

"I want to teach Krav Maga at the YMCA. Krav Maga is kind of like karate but not."

"Oh. You like it then?"

"Yeah...yeah I do. You know what? Maybe you should come along some time and visit the YMCA. You never know you might like the place. They have some really fun activities and you'll get to meet some kids your age."

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David closed the blinds of the interrogation room. "There's nowhere to start...nothing to say." One of the men refused as he sat in his chair, arms folded. Staring at him, David waged his way back over to the table and sat down, noting the time on the clock.

"Okay, how about you being charged on possession of not just one weapon, but two. Perhaps a count of attempted kidnapping of a child..." David's voice escalated, staying steady.

The man held up his hands. "You've got it all wrong...we weren't going to kidnap her. We had just been instructed to pick up the kid, take her back and that was it."

"Who instructed you?...where were you planning on taking her?"

"I don't know." The man shook his head to the side, not looking at David with full conviction. He was lying and he knew it. "I just thought the guy wanted us to pick up his daughter."

"You talking about Antonio Harrison... not to mention, do you usually follow suit when somebody tells you to pick their child up from a Federal building?"

"Look..." He paused. "I know how this looks, but I did nothing wrong. I sware."

David narrowed his brow at the man. "Really? Then mind telling me why these fell out of your pocket when we entered the room?" He turned the evidence in his hand, reading the content. "Rope...tape...bleach. Sure sounds like you were doing something to me. So I'm going to ask you again what were youi going to do with the little girl?"

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Colby looked through the glass window. Since they were down one, with Megan being with Charlee...he was kind of in between watching rooms. So far not much was making sense. A mysterious blond...missing mail...now these two? Scrubbing his face with his hands, he turned to go down the hall. Maybe this other guy could fill in some of the blanks.

"...What makes you think that I know anything about that?" The other man asked incredously.

Colby knocked on the window, Don looked back, stood up and exited the room. They had been going at this for the last few minutes. "They were definitely planning on doing something to Charlee. David found a receipt in his pocket with the contents of a rope...tape and bleach."

That was interesting, considering both men gave a statement that they knew nothing. "And what do you want to bet those items are sitting right in our parking lot right now?"

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Everything is going to start fitting together in the next chapter.