Author's Note: Hey, good peoples! I hope that everyone is doing well tonight.

Okay, any of you who have read any of my Supernatural, Sherlock, or X-overs fics know that I love my OCs. And it's true, I do. I love Kat and Lennox, and Elizabeth is my favorite OC in the entire world.

And now they get a new friend! Yeah! Hooray! We love friends!

Give it up for...Drumroll please!

Grace Melanie Burke.

She's fifteen and the only child of Peter and Elle. Tune in for her adventures with Neal, Mozzie, Peter, Jones, Diana, and more!

This starts in early season one.

Is it bad that I can't stop making OCs? I just enjoy putting girls my own age into a life I would love to have. I would like to imagine how someone like me would react in certain situations. I hope that I do justice to my own dreams. And I do try to make my OCs as realistic as possible. I try to give each of them quirks of their very own.

Without further ado...

Grace looked up when the front door opened. A man in a crisp, blue suit walked into the living room. When he saw her, he looked a little surprised.

"I'm waiting for Peter," the man explained. "He told me to come here and wait for him before I went to the office. I don't think I've met you. I'm Neal Caffery."

Grace shook the hand he offered, "I've heard a lot about you, Neal. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Grace Burke."

"Are you Peter's daughter?" Neal asked. When she nodded, he said, "I had no idea he had a daughter. How old are you?"

"I'll be sixteen next month," Grace answered. "My dad should be back soon. He didn't tell me you were coming."

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather I waited outside since you're the only one here?" Neal asked her politely.

"Why does it matter if I'm the only one here?"

"Well, I mean, I'm criminal technically," Neal explained. "I could be dangerous."

"Like I said, I've heard a lot about you," Grace told him. "I know that you don't like violence, especially guns. I know that you went to prison for art crimes, nothing to do with physical harm to another human being. My dad knew I was here alone, and if you were in any way dangerous in his eyes, he would never have let you anywhere near me."

"That sounds about right," Neal agreed.

The front door opened again, and this time Peter Burke strode into the room.

"Good, Neal, you're here," Peter looked a little frantic.

"Peter, what's going on?" Neal asked, becoming serious.

"Judas escaped."

Grace stifled a gasp. Trent Jackson, AKA Judas, had robbed a string of art galleries around New York. He had killed four curators and six security guards before he was finally caught by Peter.

"And," Peter continued, "he left me this." Peter held up his cell phone for Grace and Neal to see.

The screen showed a photo taken of a note. The note read:

Agent Burke,

You put me behind bars and ripped my life from me.

Watch yours fall apart around you.

Guard your Grace well.

See you soon,

Judas

"Grace, you're going to come with me and Neal to the FBI office. Jones is on his way to get Elle right now too. You two will just have to stay there for awhile until we can apprehend Judas. Go pack some clothes and stuff." Peter ran his hands through his hair.

Grace obeyed. She blindly threw stuff into a bag.

All the while she was thinking. Obviously Peter had sent Neal to the house, knowing that Grace would be alone, to watch her until he could get there. This must be huge. Grace knew that Judas was a big deal, but now he had threatened her. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. It almost didn't seem real.

As Grace was about to leave her room, she noticed something she hadn't before.

There was a blur of white on her windowsil. Grace set her bag on the floor, going to investigate. Her window was open, and a slight breeze blew in, causing a piece of paper stuck into the window to flutter. Grace shut her window quickly with a snap. She definitely hadn't opened it, she hated drafts that made her door slam shut. Freeing the paper from its captivity, she grabbed her bag and raced downstairs.

"Dad!" Grace dropped her bag by the front door and hurried into the kitchen. She showed Peter the note. He read it aloud:

It would have been so easy.

So easy. Too easy.

All I would've had to do was take her.

No one was here. She was completely alone.

Vulnerable, weak, and unprotected. It would've been so easy. Too easy.

I itched to take her. I itched to make you hurt. But I will wait for the right moment.

Do what you think will keep her safe. Just know, Agent Burke, that there isn't anywhere you can hide her from me. There is nowhere where I cannot reach her.

There is nowhere to hide her. You might as well just give her up to me right now.

Peter crumpled the note into his fist angrily, "I am going to catch Judas if it's the last thing I ever do."

"Dad, it's going to be okay," Grace was surprised that she didn't feel scared. Again, she contributed it to the danger having not fully sunk in yet. Still she resolved that, when she did feel the fear start to crash down, that she wouldn't let it overwhelm her. She would be brave.

"Peter," Neal said soothingly. "We can protect her at the FBI. Nothing's going to happen to her. We are going to catch Judas, and then she'll be safe."

"Let's just go," Peter clenched his fists and led the way out of the house.