A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get on and post this. I've been so busy the past few days. I can't believe there's only one episode left before the break! It's going to kill me... But last week's was SO amazing! I was so giddy because one of the guest characters had my name and so they all said it! It was sort of pathetic how excited that made me, but oh well. I hope you like this one. :)

Diana Barrigan brushed her long hair out of her face as she hailed a cab.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"FBI headquarters," she said, pulling herself inside. The words were no longer as pleasant as they had once been. She looked out the window at the streets of Washington DC, trying not to compare it to the electric, constant motion of the city she missed. New York had been good for her, and she hadn't liked the reassignment she'd gotten.

"Thanks," she said as the bright yellow taxi pulled up, paying the driver. She straightened her suit and walked up to the floor she worked on.

"Morning, Agent Barrigan," one man said. Again, she mentally compared it to the friendly mess of greetings and banter she received in the White Collar Crime Unit.

"Good morning," she replied. She sat down at her desk and started on the hideously large stack of paperwork she'd been given.

Another thing that was wildly different about her job in DC.

Stop it, she chided herself. You have a good thing here.

But not a great one, the other part of her mind countered. Not like before.

No. Make it work.

She tried to do so, she really did. She pretended not to be bothered by the stark contrast between the stiff partnerships here, and the easy, friendly relationships back home. No, back in New York.

After a while, things became easier and almost nice in the Washington division of the FBI.

But she couldn't pretend she wasn't thrilled when Peter called, requesting her assistance. She helped him with his case and when it was over, returning to DC sounded just... unappealing.

You don't have to stay, the insistent part of her mind said. This time she listened. She talked to Christy and put in her transfer request papers.

The first day back in New York, she walked in to see Peter and Jones waiting for her.

"Good morning, Diana," Jones said.

"Morning, Clinton, morning, Peter." She grinned at them and set her stuff back on her desk. "Anything interesting going on?"

"Besides you being back, you mean?" Jones asked with a teasing grin. "Yeah, actually."

"We have a case," Peter explained. "We're meeting a suspect in twenty, so that'll give you time to get situated again."

"Thanks, boss," she said. He nodded.

"Good to have you back," he said.

"It's good to be back," Diana replied. She sat down at her desk, putting her things away, and looked around with a contented sigh.

Yeah, Washington was nice.

But New York was better.