Chapter One: The Beginning.

New York. 2065. The city that never sleeps. The city that is bursting at the seams with people. It didn't matter the weather, the date everyone was always moving in droves. When did it ever matter? Everyone had somewhere to be, places to go. And for the cab drivers and police it was just another day on the job.

New York.

It was cold, it was snowing and it was frustrating. The city was overcast and snow was falling at about an inch a minute. And it didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon. Which pissed most people off.

But, she wasn't most people. She'd come here with a mission. She stood, lengthy form, wearing a brown trench coat and all black underneath, her newest obsession was those tight fitting yoga pants. She carried a Urban Wars Sig Sauer .45 at her waist, always. She was young, in her late 30's and had seen so much of the world and life that she didn't know what to do with herself.

Her eyes where almost hand crafted in their color; hazel, if you looked at them, in the right light, there was golden flecks in them, her hair was short in a Mohawk style. She preferred it that way, it was harder to get your hands on when you where in a fight. Which, she seemed to find herself in, more than she cared to admit. This one was keeping a secret. One that no one knew except her. Here she stood on the sidewalk outside of what the people who lived here "Central".

The building was massive, the hustle and bustle of people walking in and out of it was impressive to her. Cops and criminals alike just going in and out constantly. It was like a wheel of people. She could easily pick out the green cops, the veterans and those who had seen too much darkness on the beat but kept doing it anyway.

A junkie being held by two good sized men looked at her and smirked. "Hey hot stuff, you're not from around here are you?" she said in passing.

The woman didn't speak. She let her keep going. Hated being noticed.

She was here on a mission; to find Eve Dallas. Slowly she walked in, carefully. Got through security easy enough, flashed a badge and walked straight through, they didn't even stop her for having an illegal weapon. Funny she thought. She walked carefully up to the directory and looked for Homicide. Looking, looking. She was in with all of the cops now she realized. She looked around without turning her head in any particular direction. She too was law enforcement, but a different kind.

Looking, looking….

Homicide, third floor elevator to the left. That was easy enough. She made her way carefully down to the elevator and got on. Cops and criminals surrounded her in the packed elevator as well, she easily moved her way to hit the button for three.

"You're going to homicide right?" another voice said.

She said nothing.

"Well?" he asked. He was taller than her and was plain clothes. She could read him as a detective as soon as she looked at him.

"Yes, I am" she finally spoke in a quiet tone, purposely not raising her voice.

"So am I" he said back and offered a smile.

By the time the conversation ended they had made it to the third floor and she let everyone who was in the elevator push through, or past her. She was the last, purposely to get off. She had to take a glide which was easy enough for her, just stand still she remembered. Still more cops, more criminals, hookers and junkies, and the like. As the glide finally made it to her destination she hopped off, and looked at the bullpen.

"Ah Ma'am can I help you?" A woman came up to her, dressed in a very pink jacket and pink boots.

"Ah, yes um… detective…" she stopped for a moment looking for an ID.

"Peabody. Its Detective Peabody." The woman said.

"Ah, yes. I am here, because I need to speak with Eve Dallas." She murmured, again not purposely raising her voice.

"I see." Was all Peabody offered.

"You see, time is of the essence and I need to speak with her." The woman explained.

"I need some ID." Peabody threw back.

She carefully pulled out her badge and her ID, handing them over.

"Special Agent Cassity of the CIA" Peabody murmured quietly as she looked at the ID infront of her.

Cassity nodded. "Aye yes I am." Was all she offered, in a signature move she rested her hand on the butt of her pistol.

Peabody jumped back from where she was standing and shouted "Pistol! Shes got a Pistol!" everyone who was busy doing their own thing stopped what they where doing and looked that direction.

Someone came up behind Cassity and grabbed both of her arms.

She didn't struggle. But she did smirk. "You'll do the right thing and let me go now."

The police officer holding onto her was Trueheart. "I cant do that ma'am, pistols are banned, how on earth do you have one?"

Cassity nodded lightly "CIA Perks" she explained.

Trueheart used one of his hands to hold both of hers and his other to pull the pistol out and clear it. "Wow, this is a nice one" he said as he held onto it.

Peabody watched carefully, her reaction, what she was going to do. She was sure a fight was going to break out.

Cassity just smiled and let him take her pistol. She said nothing as he did.

It was then that a voice came from the back of the bullpen. "Trueheart, Peabody stand down." A tall woman with a brisk walk came forward, and everyone moved aside. She was a little taller than Cassity, and commanded the room, that much was obvious. She was wearing a long brown trenchcoat and held herself strong, and her almond eyes, Cassity was transfixed by them, so almond gold, she'd never seen before. She had short brown cropped hair, that rivaled Cassity's black hair.

"Dallas. Sir." Peabody said and stepped back.

Trueheart did the same "Sir." He stepped back still holding Cassity and holding the pistol.

Lieutenant Eve Dallas, in all of her glory, she was one of the strongest women on this earth. "I heard someone mention a pistol?" she said calmly.

"Sir, this is Special Agent Cassity from the CIA, and she was here to see you, and carrying this." Peabody said as Trueheart passed her the pistol.

Dallas looked at it, it was loaded and ready to go. "It's a nice one." She said. "But, why are you here?" she asked without letting her disdain for federal agencies be heard in her voice. She knew too well how they could muck up an investigation.

Cassity watched Trueheart pass over the pistol and sighed, "You can let go of me now, I am no harm to anyone" she said struggling against his very strong grip. It was going to be a matter of moments before she flattened him.

Trueheart looked at Dallas and then when he got a nod, he let go.

"I'm here" she cleared her throat brushed herself off. "I'm here because I have a case. And I need Dallas' help."

Eve immediately jumped in. "That's Lieutenant to you."

Cassity shifted her weight a little. "Lieutenant."

Eve was still holding the pistol and was going to until this was all sorted. "Follow me to my office." She murmured and turned to go. She didn't have time for this, she had her own case.

Cassity followed and walked into the closet sized office, how did anyone work in this kind of space, she wondered as she had to turn her head to look around, not her body. It was so confined and little she would go mad in a place like this.

Eve sat down in her chair, and looked at Cassity. "Close the door."

Cassity complied.

Eve pointed to the visitors chair that had ruined more than one ass. "Sit."

Cassity stood behind it. "I prefer to stand Sir." She said, though she didn't know if she could trust Lieutenant Dallas yet.

Eve set the pistol down on the desk and waited for this woman who stood in front of her to speak.

Cassity shifted uneasy in the confined space and with someone she looked up to staring at her. "Dallas, Lieutenant. You'll understand the desperate situation I am in. I have gone off the reservation, and my team do not know I am here. I have traveled from Michigan to come see you." She murmured, trying to talk as quietly and carefully as possible.

Eve listened to this tale of woe and just nodded lightly. "Okay." She said, but said nothing more.

"I'm stuck in a bad place. I'm investigating something and I need help. But I need.. I need your help." Cassity murmured as she went to rest her hand on the butt of her pistol but found it wasn't there. Shit.

Eve listened and watched and her eyes never left the woman standing infront of her. "What do you need help with exactly?"

Cassity shifted again and her voice went lower. "I'm investigating the murders of… my family." She said her voice was deadpan and she looked at the floor.

Eve waited a beat, maybe two before she spoke. "Your family?"

Cassity just nodded. Now she needed to find a way to make her believe it. "Yes. But, I – theres a catch." She murmured. She didn't know how she was going to approach this one. Cassity was about to reviel her secret to a woman she didn't know except for what she'd heard.

Eve watched her carefully. "A catch?"

Cassity sighed and put her head down "Yes. You cant tell anyone what we are working on, as far as they know it's a massacure."

Eve blinked a few times. "A massacure?"

Cassity nodded and lifted her head, she had to stay strong, she knew what she was here for. "Twenty people where killed within three weeks. I am the only one left. And I know they're hunting me as well." She murmured.