Fi stood up from her desk and tried not to smile as she caught her reflection- business professional meets punk rock. She always found it funny that her company didn't care that she had blue hair, face piercings, and tattoos (though most of those were 'business' related) as long as she was dressed properly. Still smiling, she made her way downstairs and to one of the back entrances. She had been home for a little under a month, and there were still some adjustments. She had forgotten what it meant to live with a family. She was adjusting, slowly. Things were still off with her mom, though. Molly knew she was keeping things, but there was nothing she could do, there were parts of Fi's life her mom could never know about. She knew when she came home they wouldn't have the same relationship but that didn't stop it from being hard.

"Miss Phillips?"

"Yes, Richard?" said Fi cringing as she turned to one of the new hires.

He was supposed to be training to be an assistant but he was really just a front man, meant to work in the company's more 'normal' departments. For now though, she was stuck with him as her second assistant, and he was irritatingly over eager.

"I've finished the categorizing Jessa asked me to see to."

"Alright?"

"Well I was just heading back up to see what else I could do."

"Well, good. I won't get in your way, then," said Fi, starting to turn.

"Uh, miss Phillips?"

"Fi, Richard. Please call me Fi."

"Oh, I couldn't do that it would be unprofessional."

"Of course…What did you need me for Richard?"

"Oh right," he smiled, "Well like I said, I was heading back up, when I saw you."

"… Yes, so what can I help you with?" Fi prodded, fighting the urge to yell.

"Oh, well, I thought I'd see what I can help you with, directly."

"Richard," said Fi, suppressing a sigh, "You are a second assistant. You report to Jessa, the first assistant, not to me."

"Oh, I know, Miss Phillips."

"… Alright then, you should probably head up to Jessa, see what she needs you to do."

"Yes, Miss Phillips, just let me know if you ever need anything, ever," he informed her, heading toward an elevator.

"I'm sorry, gentleman," said Fi, turning to the men waiting by the back entrance.

"Are you Miss Fiona Phillips?"

"Yes, is it all here, or will you be making a second trip?"

"Nope, we got it all in one… Ma'am."

"Good, if you and your men will grab a load, I'll show you where to load it."

The man grunted his agreement, and headed out to the truck. It took a little while but eventually, they came back carrying a number of heavy boxes.

"Follow me, gentleman," she instructed, leading them into a side hall, and eventually into a long room with a row of elevators along one wall. Punching a code into the panel along the side of one of them so it opened she said, "If you would please load the boxes in here."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you remember your way, or do you need me to show you?"

"No, ma'am," said one of them, sounding slightly insulted, "we remember."

"Good," said Fi, pulling out her blackberry, "let me know when you've finished."

Finally, when three of the elevators had been filled, one of the men came over to her.

"Need you to sign this, ma'am."

"Of course," she said taking the clipboard.

"You're just going to leave that stuff in elevators?"

"Hardly," she said handing back the clipboard, "thank you for your help gentleman, I'll take it from here."

A few of them looked at her skeptically, but they all, nonetheless, filed out. When they were all gone, she pushed a code into the door pad, locking it. After pushing codes into each of the filled elevators key pads, which then closed and started moving down, she sent herself down in one of the vacant ones.

She came out in a dark underground room with large elaborate doors across from it. Centering herself in front of the three, box filled elevators, Fi closed her eyes, focusing her mind. Finally she felt a faint tingling around her navel where she had a pentagram tattooed. Slowly, she raised her hands and the boxes began to levitate. Eyes still closed, she turned and walked gracefully to the large door, boxes following. Placing her hand on it, she muttered a few words and the doors slowly opened. Eyes still closed, she walked forward into a partially filled, dark library. Once certain all the boxes were in, she slowly lowered them and opened her eyes. Before she could turn on a few lights however, her blackberry buzzed.

"Jessa?... Can it wait?... Alright, tell him I'll be right there." She sighed.

Sealing the doors behind her, Fi made her way to Mr. Dysin's office.

"Mr. Dysin?"

"Ah, yes, come in Miss Phillips. And please close the door behind you."

Acquiescing, Fi made her way over to one of the chairs facing his desk, "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," he answered, handing her a manila envelope, "it is my understanding that you are familiar with that particular area of our field, some would even consider you an expert."

"Yes, this was the area I specialized in back in London," she answered, idly flipping through the folder. "Why?"

"Good," he replied, taking the envelope back and handing her another one instead.

Confused, she took the proffered folder, "…Oh my God! This is… unbelievable. I mean, this… where is this?"

"Here."

"What? You mean, like, here as in America?"

"I mean here as in Colorado."

"That's not… Do we have a dating on this?"

"Early Native American."

"That's not possible," said Fi in almost a whisper, as she continued to look through the folder.

"It shouldn't be possible but clearly it is."

"But, how? Mr. Dysin, we have extensive, documented, and verifiable records that have made it clear that-"

"Miss Phillips, we do have records, records which our organization has worked hard to make as extensive, documented, and verifiable as we possibly can, but in our field we can never be one hundred percent. Our field is… unstable at best and… volatile at worst, so despite our best efforts there is only so much we can be 'clear' on. And sometimes we find out that we were greatly mistaken in our assumptions, as evidenced by that," he said, pointing at the folder.

"We have to get control of this area, Mr. Dysin."

"Yes, thank you Miss Phillips. I don't know how the company would have come to that conclusion without you," he snapped dryly. "Mr. Smyth has… ensured that our company has possession."

"Yes, of course. So, what can I do for you?"

"I want you to scout it."

"Certainly."

"Today."

"Mr. Dysin, I have shipments to see to, reports to go over… I'm already swamped and I can't afford to fall behind. Certainly this can wait a few days. I'll make a weekend trip of it but I couldn't possibly do it today, sir," Fi protested.

"You can and you will. I've decided this takes precedence. I, and my superiors, believe this deserves immediate attention from the best. That's you. You will take care of this today. Besides, you're a hard worker, it won't take you long to catch up… you can use your weekend."

"Yes, Mr. Dysin," answered Fi, suppressing a sigh. "May I go?"

"Certianly… What time should I tell Molly to expect you home?"

"Tell her not to expect me at all," she said, rising to go.

"You'll be back from this trip before nightfall, it's still early."

"Yes, but I'll have other work to see to when I do get back," she informed him, reaching for the door handle.

"Oh come now, surely it can wait till tomorrow."

"And when am I going to do tomorrow's work?" she asked, turning back to face him.

"I'm certain you can push some things to the weekend?"

"I could but I won't. As you said, I'm a hard worker and I didn't gain that reputation by leaving work unfinished."

"Fi, your mom's already worried you overwork."

"If you know my mother at all, Mr. Dysin," she said, emphasizing the formal address, "then you know she would worry no matter what. Now, I told you I would make this my priority but not at the expense of the rest of my work, so if you'll excuse me?"

"Yes, of course Miss Phillips."

"What pissed you off?" asked Jessa, her British accent making Fi miss London.

"Give you one guess," Fi snapped.

"Mr. Dysin?"

"He's giving me field work."

"Didn't you do field work all the time in England?"

"It's not the field work, I actually prefer it to office work. The problem is he's assigning it to me in addition to the work I already have but it takes priority, as in I have to do it today," explained Fi, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.

"But, you have a hundred things you need to get done, today. Things you can't put off."

"Exactly."

"Did you explain that to him?"

"Of course I did, Jessa," snapped Fi. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to take it out on you. I did explain but it doesn't matter, our superiors want it done today. You know there was a time when I was on par with them… It's a long way to fall… Anyway, I'm going to be out of the office the rest of the day, and I'll probably be at the office all night."

"I'm sorry Fi. You want me to stay, I can help you."

"Thanks, but there's no reason for us both to suffer."

"Alright, just let me know if you change your mind… Fi?"

"Yea?"

"Some of… us are going to be in town next week. We thought that maybe with all of us we might try to… you know?"

"… No."

"But Fi-"

"I said no Jessa! It's dangerous, and if I find anyone's tried it without my permission or presence there will be consequences."

"Yes, Fiona."