As soon as Davenport opens the door, the FBI agents force their way inside.
They both pull out their badges and shove them in Davenport's face. "We work for the FBI. I'm Johnson," the black one says, "This is Walden," he gestures to the white man next to him. "We're looking for Sloane Jensen, and sources say she's secretly living here."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Davenport shrugs his shoulders and forces a smile. "There's no Sloane Jensen here."
"We know you have someone living here that isn't direct family," Walden says.
"Oh yes, that's true but," Davenport grabs Sloane's arm and pulls her up to stand next to him, "This is Sloane Mccarty. There's no relation. I've never even heard of Sloane Jensen," he forces a laugh now. He's rambling in a nervous situation, as usual.
Johnson pulls a paper out of his back pocket, looks at it carefully, then studies Sloane. "I don't know," he says. "You look a bit like her." He flips the folded page so everyone can see it. It's a picture of Sloane from when she was about eleven.
Sloane leans forward and squints her eyes. "I don't see it," she says like this whole thing is absurd.
"Well, we're aware that the real Sloane Jensen can shape shift. How do we know that you're not the real her and didn't do just that?" Walden tests.
Sloane takes a step back, "Shape shift?! What kind of creature are you after?!" She has a horrified look on her face.
Johnson and Walden exchange looks. "Sloane, you're going to have to come with us."
"I'm not going anywhere," she says.
"Yeah," Chase steps up, "You can't just take random people."
"We need proof she's not the girl we're looking for," Walden explains.
"How is taking her going to prove anything?" Bree says angrily.
"If there's metal in her body, we'll know she's bionic."
Bree starts laughing hysterically, "Bionic?! What are you two on?" Leo and Adam start laughing with her.
Johnson and Walden each grab one of Sloane's arms.
"Hey!" Sloane shouts. They won't let go.
They drag her out the door. "We're right behind you Sloane!" Davenport calls after her.
Sloane fights back tears as they take her over to their black range rover with darkly tinted windows and red and blue lights on top. "Where are you taking me?" She demands. She feels someone putting handcuffs on her.
"To one of our facilities," Johnson says.
"Are the handcuffs really necessary?!" Sloane shouts.
"Yes," he says before closing her car door. The backseat reminds her of the back of a police car. It's extra dark inside and Sloane feels closed in. She looks out the window to see the Davenports rushing to their car so they can follow her and these jerks to the facility.
Inside of the Davenports' car, they all agree they need a plan, and they need one fast.
"Anyone have any ideas?" Chase says looking more worried and scared than he ever has in his life.
"Yes. I know exactly what to do," Bree almost laughs. The solution is obvious to her.
"What is it?" Chase asks frantically.
About ten minutes later, when Sloane finally arrives with Johnson and Walden, she is scared for her life—literally. But at the same, she can't wait to get out of that claustrophobic car. She's been having to push her back against her handcuffed hands the entire uncomfortable ride here. Walden gets her out of the car and guides her inside. Sloane keeps her head down and tries to keep tears away. She doesn't see the Davenports around yet.
When Sloane looks up, she sees the huge building. It's grey with countless glass windows all over the wall. Inside, there's a big open space with about thirty waiting chairs. Walden and Johnson go right by it and head to the left. They bring her into a room that looks like it was literally made for something like this. There's only one metal detector, but it's bigger than any metal detector Sloane's ever seen. Next to the detector, there are three screens with a keyboard and two touch pads on each side of it.
The Davenports comes bursting the door, half out of breath. "We have a right," Davenport takes a deep breath, "To be here."
"Just stay out of the way," Walden says.
"I'm going to take these off," Johnson says to Sloane as he reaches for the handcuffs. "Don't try anything stupid."
Sloane doesn't answer.
"Step right up in there."
Sloane slowly steps up onto the large metal detector.
"Separate your feet and hold your arms up," he continues.
At the very last second, Bree super speeds to switch Leo with Sloane for just an unnoticeable moment. She switches Sloane and Leo again, and neither Walden or Johnson catch it. Because of Leo's nonbionic body, Johnson scans the screens and says, "You were telling the truth. You're not Sloane Jensen." The results were metal free. "We apologize for the major inconvenience."
"Yeah, you should!" Tasha surprisingly says.
"You're all free to go," Walden says. He looks astonished.
"Thank you," Davenport says with a sing song voice. He rushes everyone out of that miserable room, out of the lobby and outside. Sloane can finally hug all of them.
"Wait…" she says. Sloane can't find the right words. "How did you guys think of that?"
"It was all Bree," Adam says.
Sloane smiles at Bree and hugs only her this time.
"I wasn't going to let my best friend get taken away," Bree says.
"Thank you so much," she hugs Leo now.
"Let's get in the car," Davenport says. "I want to get the hell out of here."
They file in, and Chase, Sloane, and Bree sit in the very back seat. Sloane leans her head on Chase's shoulder as they hold hands.
"I really thought I was going to get locked up back there," Sloane says and breaks the silence.
"I'd never let that happen," Chase says.
"I think I've finally escaped my past," she says quietly so only Chase can hear her.
He kisses her on the top of the head. Sloane looks up and smiles at him. She's back to looking like herself.
Chase smiles back. "Thank God I get to see that beautiful face again," he whispers.
3 Months Later
On the counter in the kitchen, there's a cake that says Congratulations, Sloane! Today marks the first official day of Mr. Davenport and Tasha being Sloane's guardians.
Everyone is just getting back from the adoption center, where they got the certificate to prove Mr. Davenport's and Tasha's guardianship of Sloane.
"I'm so glad it's finally official!" Bree says.
"You're telling me," Davenport says. Sloane hugs both Tasha and Davenport.
"I'm so thankful to have you guys," says Sloane.
"We feel the same about you, honey," Tasha says. "Now who's hungry? I made Sloane's favorite! Homemade mac and cheese."
"Really?!" Sloane says.
"Of course," Tasha says satisfied as she walks over to the oven and pulls the dish out with oven mitts. She sets it down on the counter. "It's perfect. I think we got home at just the right time. Alright everybody, sit down."
Everyone takes a seat at the dinner table, and Tasha dishes out the mac and cheese.
Sloane takes her first bite and shakes her head, "I just love you, Tasha."
"You like it?" Tasha smiles.
"It's delicious . . . perfect. Everything is perfect," she looks around at everyone.
"I'm glad," Tasha sits down in her seat.
After about five minutes of eating and celebrating, Chase says, "Sloane, we got you a gift for the special occasion."
"What?" Sloane says. "You guys didn't have to get me anything. This is already more than enough."
"Oh, please," Leo says. "We've got it right down in the lab waiting just for you."
"Let's go show her," Adam says and hops up, followed by Chase, Leo, and Bree, who grabs Sloane's arm and pulls her along.
"Hey, we're not finished with dinner," Tasha calls after them.
They all rush through the kitchen to the elevator and get on.
"Why do I feel like this has happened before?" Tasha says to Mr. Davenport.
"I've got a sense of Déjà vu too…" Davenport says. "Come on, we might as well go down and see Sloane open her present."
Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo and Sloane all get down to the lab. Sloane immediately sees a red bag waiting for her across the room. They all gather around the counter and wait for her to open it.
"Go ahead," Chase says.
"I feel weird with all of you staring at me," Sloane says.
"Too bad," says Bree. "I want to see your face when you see this thing."
Davenport and Tasha get down to the lab. "Wait for us," Davenport says.
They reach the kids, and now Sloane has two more pairs of eyes staring at her.
"Now go ahead," Chase says.
Sloane pulls away the tissue paper and catches a glimpse of something black and shiny inside. She reaches in and pulls out a pair of tall black fake leather boots without heels.
"Cute," she says.
"Oh, that's not it," Bree says with a playful smile.
Sloane tilts the bag and looks inside. She pulls something black, grey and red out, and it's made of a metallic fabric. She holds it up and away from herself. It's her very own mission suit! She's speechless.
"Do you like it?" Davenport asks.
Sloane doesn't answer.
"If not, blame Bree. She helped me design it."
Sloane lowers her new mission suit. "I love it!" She shouts. She holds it up and looks at it again. A black zipper runs from the middle of the stomach into the collar. There's of course a red Davenport Industries symbol on the left side of the chest, but it's pretty small. The left arm is grey with a winding black ribbon around it.
"The boots were going to be wedges," Bree says, "but Chase threw a fit since you'd be taller than him." She and Sloane laugh.
"Dig a little deeper," Adam urges.
"There's more?" Sloane lowers the mission suit again.
"Come on, does that mission suit look finished?" Chase teases.
Sloane picks up the bag and pours the rest of the content out after setting down her suit. A pair of gloves (one black and one grey), a fashionable red leg holster, and red belt is sprawled out over the counter in front of her. She can't stop smiling.
"This stuff is beautiful," she says staring at all of it. "I can't wait to use it."
"Yeah, about that," Davenport says with a smile, "You've got a lot of training to do."
THE END
Notes: OHHH MY GOSH! I finished my first fanfiction, and I'm so proud of it. I'd like to thank you guys so much for reading it and giving me feedback! If you all hadn't been reading and reviewing it, I probably wouldn't have been driven enough to finish it. It really means so much to me when you say stuff like 'its phenomenal' and 'its amazing.' Every time I'd get notified something like that in my email, it'd put a smile on my face. So thank you... I love you for loving Saving Sloane :)