A/N: Hey everyone! So thank you for the guest review, who reviewed not long after the first chapter of Remembering Jessica was even posted! Please, please, please remember to review guys, it means a lot t me! So, here it is, chapter two!

Wiltshire, England, Thursday 11th November, 3:36 pm

I sat silently in the cramped little police station, as big shot FBI agents hustled and bustled around me. Clutching onto the awful cup of tea that was placed into my hands to 'help the shock' I find myself wondering how things got so bad, so quickly.

My kidnapper had released me as soon as the FBI made an appearance; slamming my body onto the floor and somehow making a clear escape. After that, it's all a bit of a blur, but I remember the hushed whispers and slight glances over to me. They knew something I didn't, and it terrified me.

I was rushed to the biggest police station in Wiltshire, which quite ironically was anything but. Throw a few FBI into the equation and what you got was a severely cramped station. Looking around, I entertained myself by counting all of the British police, against the American.

Why were the American FBI even involved?

Taking comfort staring out of the glass window, I sigh. I would like to think this was all bigger than me, but it was hard not to notice that I was the only one take, the only one targeted. The haunting voice was still replaying in my head like a broken record 'found her'. To find me they must have been looking in the first place.

The chair in front of me shuffled as a tall man sat down in front of me. Looking up, I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was. Hispanic features and silky black hair tied back from his face. He was definitely from the FBI - they don't make them like that in England.

"Jessica Andrews? I am Victor Benedict" He asked, smiling gently at me. I immediately recognized his name from the savant net but choose to stay silent. However, he no doubt noticed the spark of recognition in my eyes and gave a small nod, confirming he too, knew exactly who I was. He looked uncomfortable, as though he didn't like to deal with emotional situations very much. I could see him now, agent Benedict; professionally untouchable, his kryptonite, though - emotion.

I nodded slowly "What just happened?" I whisper, my voice croaky and cracking due to the hysterical screams I had let out, mere hours ago.

Taking my now cold tea from my hands, he returned with a bottle of water, before settling back down. Gulping it down, I sighed in relief at the cold heaven soothing my sore throat.

"What happened?" I repeated, my voice stronger now.

"There was a bomb detonated at the Bella Italia restaurant. The sole purpose was to obtain you, and it seems they didn't mind if you were dead or alive."

I had obtained that much myself when putting two and two together. Not wanting to deal with the fear that was creeping up my throat, I asked the question I really needed to know scared that I already knew the answer.

"My friend..." I trailed off, sympathy sparked in Victors eyes, and I felt my heartbreak before the words even left his mouth.

"There was no survivors other than yourself ma'am."

"Oh god" I felt the tears streaming down my face, I was officially alone, by myself with nobody. Lola, who had wiped tears from my face and gave me her strength when mine was all gone. Lola who had the brightest of futures ahead of her. Lola - dead and all because of me.

It was all too much.

Placing a hand on my shoulder Victor Benedict tried to comfort me best as he could, occasionally whispering "There, there" with a kindness that surprised me. Looking up at him I wasn't surprised when the next words that left my mouth sounded like a broken girl - because that was exactly what I was.

"What am I going to do?"

Apparently Victor Benedict had already had that all worked out, though, and before I knew it I was on my way to the beautiful Colorado, or more precisely the mountain backdrops of Wrickenridge. I was now under the protection of the FBI and also the savant net - seemingly to them what better place to send me than to the protection of the famous Benedict family themselves?

As we arrived outside the modest, yet giant Benedict home; I felt the familiar whoosh of nervousness hit me like a truck. I clung to it, though, relieved to feel something familiar again, not that I was really any stranger with pain and grief. I had always been notoriously shy, ever since my parents death with everybody apart from Lola... Lola. Feeling another sharp stab of pain I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, before following Victor out of the car and walking up towards the porch steps.

Using a key, Victor unlocked the door and stepped inside. Looking back at me I hesitantly followed and he smiled softly.

"Don't be nervous" He whispered "It'll be fine"

A kind looking man stepped into the hallway. He smiled softly at me and greeted Victor, his eye crinkled up as the did so and I quickly gathered that this must m Saul Benedict, Victor's father. walking over to me he held out his hand.

"Hello dear, I am Saul Benedict, but please call me Saul-" His introduction was cut short as a small but clearly fast women flew at Victor and pulled him into a hug.

"Victor Benedict don't you dare ever do that again! There was a bomb involved what were you thinking!"

I felt myself physically flinch at the mention of the bomb, drawing in a sharp breath I hadn't realised I had needed, the short women turned her attention to me. "You must be Jessica! Oh, my dear, it's so lovely to meet you! Now whilst you're here don't you dare worry! If any of my boys upset you just let me know!"

I looked at her slightly confused. "errm, boys?" I had assumed that there was only Victor, and he had mentioned nothing off Brothers on the way here. Then again he hadn't mentioned much of anything. Victor Benedict was a man of very few words. My thought track was interrupted though when another absolutely gorgeous boy joined the party in the hallway.

"Haven't you heard? There's seven of us." He said smirking.

Hi, I'm Will Benedict, the best looking one of the Benedict brood.

I could hardly focus on his words though as I was still recovering from the absolute sparks I was feeling from what was clearly a conversation with my soulfinder.

Nice to meet you Will, I'm Jessica.