AN: Here it is the first chapter of the sequel! enjoy!

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Chapter one

The sky was dark and only the moon shown through the clouds that floated through the night sky. Silence washed over a warehouse district, where not even the crickets made a sound. Lights illuminated the street with an eerie glow. A young man walked casually down the street as a car burst into flame behind him. He wore black from head to toe. It was an elegant; expensive suit along with a pair of sunglasses that served to protect him from the flash of the explosion. His brown hair scooped to the side as if he didn't even try to comb it. He held hands with a young, black haired girl. She also wore black, only it was a skin tight cat suit with a silver mask that hid her identity. She held a black rose in her hand and the young man held a red one. As the departed the scene they tossed the roses behind them towards the flaming car. The roses landed only feet away from the fire and were spared from the flame's wrath. The pair slipped into a black expensive car and faded into the night.

The following morning, the warehouse district was no longer silent. A crowd of people had gathered outside to investigate the wreckage. The firemen had long since put the fire out and the smell of metal and smoke filled the air. The car had been completely destroyed. Everything inside it was ruined, charred, and unrecognizable. The firemen suspected a person was inside the vehicle but could not be sure until the investigators arrived. The street had been closed and the buildings in the immediate area had been forced to stop their daily business until the area could be cleared and properly investigated. Police cars, fire trucks and unmarked black vehicles lined the street near the wreckage along with the news vehicles.

The chatter of the policeman, firemen, and news crew filled the busy warehouse district. Among the policemen was a small, petite girl, with a lithe body and short black hair. She wore a dark grey pant suit and dark shades. She circled the remains of the car in search for anything that could suspect foul play. To her it all seemed rather…strange to being with, cars did not spontaneously explode. Something or someone made the car explode and with the damage that was seen on the vehicle there was only one thing it could be…foul play. At least that was what she thought had happened.

Although she was just a recent graduate of the prestigious Gallagher Academy, she had a skill set that many of the FBI did not. She could think like a thief; a criminal. She had been born into a family of thieves. At the age of three she was helping her father in his heists. By the time she was fifteen, she had her own crew. They pulled off some of the most well known art heists of their time. All of that was long behind her; she had left her family's business to do the right thing. Now she was an FBI agent, she was nineteen and she was determined to do her job. She was one of the best of her age and she was set out to prove it.

As she circled the remains she spotted what appeared to be a single rose, so she knelt down to take a closer look. The rose has been blackened by the smoke. She slipped on a latex glove and gently picked up the blackened rose. She rubbed the petals of the rose only to find that it had not been blackened by the smoke of the fire but instead that rose was black in color. She gasped and dropped the rose; quickly rising to her feet. She knew of only one person who used a black rose as a calling card and that person had died, three years ago. She remembered it clearly, oh so clearly.

The Black Rose calling card was part of a set. A white rose usually accompanied the black rose, but not once had she seen the two of them cause a car to explode. Something was not right and she could sense it. The owner of the Black Rose had died in an explosion along with the boy she was trying to save. It made it only that much more horrifying to see someone copy the Black Rose's calling card. It was an insult; something she took very personally.

She knelt once again to pick up the rose. She took a deep breath and held the rose carefully, for it had thrones. She looked for traces of a white ribbon, which was common when the Black Rose was alone. She found none. She frowned and searched the area where she found the black rose. She approached the car a bit more and looked underneath it. She found nothing. This only furthered her suspicion of a copy cat on the loose. She pulled out a plastic evidence bag and placed the rose inside. She walked over to her partner, a young man about the same age as she. He had nicely combed brown hair and wore a black suit. He stood on the side walk staring intently at the vehicle.

As she approached him, he asked, "What did you find?"

She lifted up the bag that contained the rose, "I found this black rose."

He frowned and grabbed the bag. He stared at the rose and for a moment there was a glimmer of hope, "Do you think it's hers?" He asked.

"It can't be hers. She died along with Hale."

"So then it must be a copy?"

"I didn't find a white rose or a white ribbon." She frowned and looked back at the car. "Wait… I see something."

"What?" He asked. She walked back to the car and knelt. Just under a piece of the car door was another rose. She slipped on new pair of latex gloves and gently removed the rose from its location. She rubbed the blackened petals to reveal a red rose. She frowned and pulled out another evidence bag. She placed the rose into the bag and walked back to her partner.

"Another rose, but this one is red." She frowned, "Nick, this has to be a copy cat."

Nick nodded and frowned, "Well whoever this is hasn't done a very good job of copying a calling card. Shouldn't the second rose be white?"

She nodded, "It is and this rose," She lifted up the evidence bag, "It's not white."

"So instead of the Black and White Roses, we have the Red and Black Roses." Nick sighed, "Kat, let's hope that no one is trying to bring our past back."

Kat frowned, "The only one who'd do something like that would be Taccone and no one knows where he is. Besides he got want he wanted, from me last time." She gave Nick the evidence bag and walked back to the car. She circled it once more; there were no other signs that could lead to the identity of the Red and Black Roses. There were tell-tale signs of the start of an explosion. She wrote down her observations on a note pad. The fire started underneath the car. She wished that the Bagshaw brothers were there. They were the best explosives experts that Kat knew. They would be able to tell what type of explosive had been used on the car. Kat suspected it to be C4; it was the only kind she knew of that would cause that much damage.

She hadn't seen her family in over two years. She left to the Gallagher Academy after her boyfriend had died in an explosion. She no longer wanted to live in a life of crime, so she joined the Academy. There Kat was trained to be a spy and as soon as she graduated she became a part of the FBI. Her family and other crime families shunned her for turning into a federal agent. The only person from her past she still remained in contact with was her partner Nick.

For him the change of thief to federal agent wasn't such a large leap. His mother worked in Interpol and in a strange way he followed in her steps. Nick was the only one from her past as a thief she kept in contact with. It was best that way, to not keep in contact with the family. She didn't want the FBI knowing what her thieving family was up to. She had managed to leave the family business for a second time; this time it seemed that she might not go back at all.

Nick approached Kat, who had already circled the car five more times in search of more evidence. "Did you find anything else?"

Kat frowned, "Just the location of start of the fire." She pointed the underbelly of the car, "Right there, and if anything the Bagshaw Brothers said stuck. It was probably C4 that was used."

"Why C4?"

"It causes a lot of damage, but the down side is that it's loud."

"In an area like this no one would call it in."

"Which is why they probably used it; they wouldn't have to worry about being caught." Kat frowned and turned to face Nick, "Did you give the evidence to the police?"

Nick nodded, "They'll have it tested."

"Good, maybe we'll get a better lead that way."

"Let's hope so, Kat."

"C'mon lets go. We'll have to report this; there has to be a reason we were sent here. Police men do not ask for FBI agents to investigate a car explosion." Both Kat and Nick waked back to their car. Nick got into the driver's seat and Kat slipped into the passenger's side. They drove off down the street; away from the crime scene. The car they used was nothing extravagant; just a simple black government car. Kat looked at the scene as they departed. She couldn't stop thinking about the black rose she had found. She was sure it belonged to Stacy, but it had been three years since she was pronounced dead. Kat didn't know what to do or what to believe. If it was true that Stacy had survived, perhaps her ex-boyfriend Hale did too.

Nick placed his hand on Kat's thigh, "Are you alright?" He glanced over at her.

"No, I can't stop thinking about that rose."

"It might just be a copy. That rose could have been painted…not genetically made like Stacy's rose."

"Let's hope you're right. I don't want any more of my past blowing up in my face." Kat placed her hand on Nick's. She looked at him and smiled, "I don't know what I would do without you."

He smiled back, "Well, you have me, now and forever."

Kat kissed Nick's cheek, "I know I do."

"Good, now we should be back at HQ in a few minutes. Try and clear you mind. We can't let them think this has become personal."

Kat nodded and looked out the window, "I know."

Once they arrived at the FBI Head Quarters, Kat and Nick were debriefed on the investigation. Questions were asked and many only created more question for Kat. In the end, she and Nick were assigned to keep an eye on these new criminals. It only caused her stomach to unsettle and her old thief instincts where on high alert. Something wasn't right and Kat was going to find out what it was. As she headed out, back to the car she ran through her mind every possible spot for a camera. All the nearby building would have at least two cameras pointed at the street. That would have accounted for at least three buildings and adding to approximately six cameras.

Kat couldn't barge in asking for security tapes without some sort of authoritative approval. She knew it would be nearly impossible to get the authority to agree on such a short notice. There had to be someone she could call to help her. The people she knew from Gallagher Academy were busy working their own cases. Kat knew she couldn't call them up for the help… but then again, it wouldn't hurt to ask. That's when she made her choice. She'd call her contact at the CIA and if all else failed she'd have to contact a last resort… her family.

Kat sat quietly in the car as she waited for her partner. She looked out the window and observed the general population. The people walked so calmly as if there was not a single worry in the world. School children walked on the other side of the street, they chattered about their day at school. Kat longed for a normal life. Her first attempt only pulled her back into her family business. On her second attempt lead her to a prestigious school of gifted girls; it was anything but normal. She learned hand to hand combat, etiquette, and even how to handle covert operations. To Kat the definition of normal was a bit distorted. Most of her childhood consisted of stealing and running from the authorities. Now she was the authority and she wasn't sure she could go back home.

It wasn't like she'd want to shun her family for all the crimes they had committed, for Kat was part of most of the heists. She was the leader of a crew, but that was all behind her now. She was no longer a thief but an FBI agent with a new crew to catch. The Red and Black Roses wouldn't know what hit them.

Inside the FBI office building, Nick waited on some papers to be signed. His debriefing took much longer that Kat's. He knew the agency knew something more than what they were letting on, so he asked a few questions of his own. It only managed to get him a warning so he'd have to tread softly from then on out. He had asked a few friends if they knew anything about the mysterious Red and Black Roses. The only information he managed to get was common knowledge that he could have easily gotten off the news broadcast.

Once he was released he walked out to the car, Kat waited inside; listened to music as she watched the people walk by. Nick took a moment to study Kat. Her eyebrows furrowed in such a way that he knew she'd be thinking about her family. It was a sad but dedicated expression that Kat wore often. Nick wished he had been more help, those three years ago. He wished he had done more to save Hale. He knew he shouldn't have made such a big deal about Stacy. She was just another person caught in the middle of Taccone's play. Nick could admit that he never liked Stacy much but when it came down to it, she was a reliable and good friend.

It always pained Nick to see Kat so worried. He sighed and squinted as he stepped into the bright sunlight. The heat beat down on the world, much like most summer days. That particular day seemed a bit hotter than the rest. Nick slipped on his sunglasses and wiped the sweat off his brow. He sighed and approached the car. He looked inside, only to find that Kat was still looked out the window. He could hear the AC running and was looked forward to feeling the cool air. Nick unlocked the door and took his place in the driver's seat.

He let out a sigh of relief since he was finally out of the horrendous heat. Nick removed his suit jacket and tossed it in the back seat. He loosened his tie and looked over at Kat. She had been staring at him. "What?" He asked.

"Could you wait to undress, till we get home? A car is not the appropriate place." Kat pointed out.

"I'm not stripping," Nick started the ignition, "It's hot and I'm removing some layers." He looked at her and she frowned at him. Nick sighed, "What?"

"We're not done with the investigation."

"We are for the day, or at least till they give us word."

"I'm not going to wait around for a lead. We're going back to the crime scene."

Nick drove off, heading home, "That place is still being investigated. We can't go back to the site, right now."

Kat frowned, "We're going."

"We'll go once the sun sets. We won't get anything with the local police around."

"Fine," She said with a sigh, "we'll wait."

"Good." Nick drove back to their shared apartment they obtained after they graduated from school. Kat couldn't go back home after she became an FBI agent. In her new life there was no room for her past. That was why Kat was with Nick. She couldn't go home. Even after graduation she had nowhere to go. Once she had left her home to attend Gallagher academy she was on her own. The school had paid for her tuition, a full paying scholarship, in order to attend such a prestigious school.

Katarina Bishop had left all that was her past life. Deep inside she know that she had to do the right thing. She even stole paintings to return to their rightful owner. She was a modern day Robin Hood for stolen paintings, but that life style only brought her hardships. She crossed several dangerous people and it cost her lot more than just a lost painting. It changed her life and so when she had the second chance to leave the family business once more, Kat took it. She never expected to become an FBI agent, it sort of just happened, and now she couldn't go home.

Nick and his mother took Kat in when she made the choice to attend Gallagher academy. After she graduated she and Nick rented an apartment together. Many would think it a bit scandalous, but to Kat living with a boy was not a big deal. Her entire family consisted of men so it was nothing more than what it was like living with her family. Besides, Nick and Kat had gone through so much that their relationship had blossomed into something more than what it had been before. After Hale had passed away she found herself finding comfort in Nick. He was always there when he needed her and now…she happily dated him.

It took Kat three years to warm up to Nick. She was much too afraid to lose someone close to her again. She pushed Nick away till she realized she couldn't do everything on her own. She did need someone, whether she wanted to or not. She couldn't be alone. So Kat and Nick were roommates, they shared a home and worked together in the same agency. She felt safe with him, but she knew, deep inside that her love life would never be easy. She wasn't a normal girl.

When they arrived at the apartment, Kat quickly entered the building; she didn't bother to wait for Nick. She didn't even care if he followed behind her. She was on a mission; she had to call a friend. She needed the extra help that the agency wasn't going to allow. Kat had to move off the record, and her friend from the Gallagher Academy was just the girl she could ask. Her name, Liz Sutton, she was the best hacker in the school. She was the smartest person she knew aside from Simon. Kat knew that Liz would be able to help with this new problem of hers.

Kat placed the keys on the kitchen counter as she passed by on her way to her room. The apartment was simply furnished. There was a three person couch in the small living room and an old twenty inch box television. In the center of the room were a small decorative rug and a coffee table. On that coffee table there was a pile of magazines and work case files. A few of the magazines had littered the floor near the small table. The apartment managed to look lived-in even though there was no kitchen table. There were only four stools that lined the kitchen island that divided the living room from the kitchen.

Once in her room, Kat locked the door behind her. She didn't want Nick to barge in. The apartment only had one room. Nick slept on the couch and Kat had the room all to herself. It was a gentleman gesture and deep inside, Nick didn't want Kat to be sleeping on a couch. So he offered her the room and he got himself a pullout bed couch. It wasn't as comfortable as a real bed but it was the right thing to do and he didn't mind. He cared a lot for Kat. He wanted to make her happy, but still he hoped that one day he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch anymore. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, he learned that the moment he picked her pocket that faithful night on the street.

Nick set out some food out on the counter. He prepared himself a sandwich since it was quick to prepare and also made one for Kat. He set it on the counter for her to eat when she was ready. He walked to the living room and sat at the couch. He looked at the television and sighed. He clicked it on and watched the news to see if he could learn anything else about this mysterious case of the Red and black Roses. Nick figured that night fall would make the best cover for him and Kat to investigate further.

He hoped that he hadn't upset her. He also had no idea why she acted so strange. He knew that this investigation posed some possible danger but they had been FBI agents for a year now and had seen several crazy and dangerous things. They had even come across a few copy cat thieves, so this was not a new subject. Nick worried that Kat's past would come back and ruin his newly found relationship with her. He didn't want that and so he'd have to be extra careful. He knew that they could face anything the world would throw at them. He was sure of it.

The world worked in mysterious ways and Kat was sure of it. Her life couldn't have been a coincidence and things had to happen for a reason. Out of all the agents in the FBI, it was Kat and Nick that had to have been picked to respond to the car explosion. Any other agent would have sufficed in such a situation, but no, it had to be her. It was as if fate had called her back to her past to remember those she lost all those years ago. She glanced at her phone hoping that her message had gone through to Liz. Kat stared up at the ceiling looking for patterns in the grooves of the paint. She found the figure of a rose; its white color reminding her of Sapphire. She hadn't spoken or seen her since the funeral.

Only shortly after the funeral Kat enlisted into the Gallagher Academy. She was a late addition to the school which wasn't quite frequent, but her skill level allowed her to gain entrance mid way through the school year of her sophomore year. That's where she had met Liz. It was lunch time and Kat was sitting at the far end of the class table. Liz sat at the teacher's table. She was the youngest and probably the only teacher's assistant that the school had. Liz sat at the end of the table; Kat had noticed how Liz seemed so out of place at the teacher's table. When she arrived, Kat was told by the head gossip that Liz had been hired as a teacher's assistant because she was requested. Kat soon learned that Liz had graduated the year before. It didn't take very long for Kat and Liz to start a friendship.

It was somewhat of a strange friendship. Kat always thought her a girl version of Simon, small, frail looking and a genius. They were both good at hacking and worked magic on their computers. Kat would never admit that she had a difficult time trying to separate Liz from Simon. She always thought of him when she saw Liz. It was a difficult thing for her to do, she missed her family, but she was in deep. Kat never thought that going to school again would ever lead her to becoming an FBI agent. Then again, she didn't know that attending Gallagher Academy would lead her there.

A series of beeps scared Kat out of her thoughts. She picked up her phone and stared for a moment at the banner across her phone that read "New Message from Liz." Kat's heart beat fast and up in her throat. She wanted to throw up just because she couldn't get her heart back down into her chest. Kat took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She calmed her heart and cleared her mind she then opened her eyes once she felt ready to open the message. It was a long one, but summarized enough it didn't seem much like an essay.

Liz reported that there were several crimes occurring in the past year that involved two roses, a red rose and a black rose. There was no sign of the white rose appearing on the radar. The black rose, Stacy, had also not shown an appearance on the stealing radar. The FBI had been searching for them for years. Even Interpol had them under the most wanted list, but the Black and White Roses dropped off the surface of the world and two years later a red and black rose, appeared to claim their fame. There was never any record of evidence that was left behind. There were no fingerprints, no witnesses, and no footage. The places The Red and Black Roses stole from where spotless.

These, copycats were professionals and only professional could take on a pseudonym that recognizable. Even the case where there were hostages, there was no evidence. The hostages never saw a thing. Some had been knocked unconscious others blindfolded to keep from learning what was going on. The power had been shut off and the heist was done entirely in the dark. No one saw them come in and no one ever saw them leave. They were good, they were pros who knew they were good and they wanted the whole world to know it too.

Information like this was valuable because it was evident that Kat was dealing with a professional crew. Now all Kat had to do was ask around. She quickly packed her bag and paused as she realized she'd have to speak with her family. She'd have to see Uncle Eddie again and he was not happy with her choice of life. Well no one in her family was happy. Kat had become a federal agent and that was not something a thief, or the family of one would be proud of. She took a deep breath and opened her window. She slipped out and made her way down the fire escape. It was only two floors in which she had to climb down and she was glad she wasn't afraid of heights. The fire escape was not that safe to begin with, which was somewhat ironic.

Kat looked back up to the third floor and sighed. She darted for the street and hailed a cab. "Where too Miss?"

Kat pulled out an old worn out business card where she always keep tucked away on her person. Her Uncle Eddie had given it to her when she was little. He'd written on the back the address of his home, just in case she got lost, she could show it to the one to find her. It was weathered with age but the address was still legible. She handed the card to the cab driver and he smirked. She leaned back and watched the city as it passed by. She was going somewhere she told herself she wouldn't return.

She was returning home.