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Jenny, Briggs, Johnny, and Mike all went back to Graceland, much to Mike's surprise, since he was told that no one was to ever find out about their location. But here Jenny was, walking around the place, as if she had been there before. She never needed to be told where the bathroom was, or where the silverware were. She just knew. She even knew that Lauren had been reassigned to a different location. Not to mention, she seemed to be best buddies with practically everyone in the house.

Jenny greeted Charlie, Paige, and Jakes, as if they were at a high school reunion. She would ask about their investigations, and they would tell her all the details of their cases, even things Mike didn't know about. They even had some inside jokes. Mike was just getting more confused by the minute.

"So, is anyone going to tell me what's going on here?" Mike finally asked, after they just laughed about Jakes accidentally punching Jenny in the stomach when he was new. All heads turned towards him, as if they had just remembered that he was there.

"I suppose you do deserve an explanation of some sort," Jenny nodded, walking over to Mike's side, who was leaning against the wall, as they were all crowded around the island in the kitchen. "But you're pretty smart, Mike. I'll let you take a guess. Who do you think I am?" She raised a teasing eyebrow, like she was giving him permission to look her over.

Mike looked more closely at her. This was one part of his training that he was actually good at; reading people. Like he had noticed before, her skin was only slightly sun-kissed, so she didn't spend much time outside. Therefore, she had an indoor job. There were slight wrinkles around her eyes, as if she spent a lot of time squinting, meaning she wore glasses or needed contacts, possibly had a desk job, or at least a job that required looking at a computer screen. It was possible that she was an agent, but her arm muscles were not as sturdy, in fact, it hardly looked as if she had much arm muscles at all. Most agents have the slightest bit of upper arm muscle, mainly because it's easier holding a gun for long periods of time. But it was obvious from her conversations with the others, that she was very knowledgeable with federal operations. The eye wrinkles, vast knowledge of federal investigations, that could only lead to a couple jobs. "You're a technical analyst." Mike finally announced, earning a smile from Jenny.

She looked over to the others, who were nodding in amazement. "So, you're not just a pretty face after all." Jenny remarked. "You are correct, surprisingly. I know, I don't look like your stereotypical computer nerd. Mostly, because I don't wear braces, nor do I read comic books on a regular basis. But you did leave out one detail." Mike looked at her perplexedly. "I am not just a technical analyst. I'm the technical analyst."

This brought many snickers and nods from the rest of the group. "Yeah, man," Johnny spoke up. "She's crazy with the keyboard."

"I think I can manage this, thanks Johnny." Jenny said, not even looking over at him. Mike felt as though, he was in for some sort of lecture. "Alright, there isn't anything that I can't find out through my computer skills. I've been more of a freelance agent lately, meaning that I'm only called when there's a real problem and they need my help. But still, I'm a federal agent, so I have access to most things."

"So then, how do you even know about this place?" Mike questioned. "Even certain FBI agents don't even know about this."

Her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised slightly, seeing a challenge. "Well, my big bro over there has always been interested in cop shows and that sorta thing. We used to play it all the time as kids. So, it was no surprise that he got into the FBI and all that, and eventually after some soul searching, I decided to join the Bureau, too. And with my vast skills in the techno world, I was able to see where he went and which investigations he was on. Because as I'm sure you already know, Paulie's not one to necessarily keep in touch, even with family. When he got assigned to Graceland, he completely stopped all communication with me, so, after some intense digging, I was able to track him down. Now, whenever I'm in the neighborhood, I stop by. Because, someone's gotta keep an eye on the little rascal."

She walked over to Briggs, and ruffled his short brown hair, earning a couple snickers from the group. Mike felt like letting out a few chuckles himself. Briggs was this tough guy, head of the house type figure. But with his little sister around, he seemed less boss-like and more human. "In other words, don't get on her bad side." Briggs warned Mike.

"Yeah, don't mess with me, newbie," She agreed, making her way back over to Mike. "Because I promise you, no matter where you go, or what you do, I will track your ass down and give you hell. Got it?" Her eyes locked on Mike's, who was a bit speechless.

"Yes, ma'am," He replied flatly.

Then, Jenny broke into a wide smile. "Good." She squealed, before turning on her heels and disappearing into the hall, no doubt to go to her room or rather Lauren's old room.

Mike looked to the rest of the gang, who were all staring at him with smirks on their faces. Evidently, they had been through the same thing. "She's real sweetheart, isn't she?" Charlie smiled.

"Yeah, real sweet." Mike sighed, sinking into one of the chairs in the dining area.

"Buck up, Levi," Jakes encouraged, in his usual reggae type style. "She's just testing you. Did the same to nearly everyone else."

"Yeah, except when she did it to me, I pulled a gun on her," Paige admitted, chewing on some pretzels. "You handled it better than I did." She then walked down the hall, saying that she had to go make a few phone calls.

Soon, everyone went back to their business, leaving just Briggs and Mike in the kitchen. "You could've at least warned me that she was your sister, you know." Mike said.

Briggs walked to the beer cooler, and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Yeah, but you needed a bit of an initiation, and Jenn's the perfect person to give it to you." He explained, while searching the cupboards for a wine glass.

Mike tried to hide his disapproval of him drinking at ten in the morning, although that was nothing out of the ordinary. "Well, one thing's for sure, you have one hell of a little sister." He chuckled.

"I know, try growing up with her," Briggs joked. "Now, you get the rest of your day off. Make it count." With a wink, he waltzed back to his room, leaving Mike alone with his thoughts.

This was one curve he did not expect to be thrown at him. Sure, Briggs was a walking surprise, but his sister? And not just his sister, his watching-every-move-that-you-make little sister. Then, a thought dawned on him, that caused him to audibly gasp. What if she finds out about his investigation on Briggs? Would she tell her brother? Would she try and stop Mike? Would she do anything at all? Mike sighed heavily, and ran his hands through his thick blonde hair. What was he supposed to do now?

Mike reached into his pocket, and produced his phone. He dialed a number, and lifted the phone to his ear.

It rang twice, before a female voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Yeah, it's Agent Mike Warren speaking." He spoke. "Can I talk to Juan?"