Okay, so this isn't exactly a brandy-new story. Its sort of a revision of Surprises Galore, but I changed a LOT, so I didn't just want to change the chapters in SG, since no one will probably ever look at them again. Hence, why I'm posting this.

The beginning is not all that different. I've introduced a new character, but you won't see much of a difference from SG. Yet. :D

Well, here it goes. Remember to review!

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"Ugh," I moaned as I heard my phone go off. I opened my eyes and squinted at the green glowing letter on my alarm clock. 3:06. Nice.

I rolled out of my bed and began the search for my phone. I located it under a pile of dirty clothes that I had meant to take to the Laundromat yesterday.

I flipped it open on the last ring. "Mastriani," I said into the phone.

Dr. Cyrus Krantz's voice rang in my ear. "Jessica, we have a situation," he said, all business. It probably had not even occurred to him that I had been sleeping.

Then again, he probably does not even need sleep, because I am becoming convinced that he is not human.

A situation. Right. That seems the word that they use constantly. Sometimes a 'situation' consists of a Special Agent losing his/her cell phone.

So much for being a professional.

"Yeah?" I said into the phone. "Well, what does this situation entail?"

He sighed into the phone. I could so tell that this was something he did not want to tell me, but absolutely had to. "We have a location on a serial killer. We need you to go to Indiana. Special Agent Towson will escort you."

It took me a second before what he said sunk in. "Wait," I said, my voice raising, "what?"

"We are sending you to Indiana, Jessica. I'm having Richard" - aka Special Agent Towson - "come over right now to escort you. We need you there as soon as possible."

Krantz, I wanted to say to him, get with the times. Nobody says 'as soon as possible' anymore. Its ASAP. Come on, dude.

Of course, I said nothing like that to him. I was still too shocked as to what he wanted me to do. Out of all the times I have had to travel - and believe me, there have been quite a few - they have never sent me back to Indiana. They knew that I could not face going back there.

This, you see, is why I protested so much.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," I said into the phone. "Dr. K, you can't send me back there!"

"Jessica," he said, sounding a little worse for wear, "I know you have issues concerning the place, but -"

"Issues?" I echoed. "Issues? Well, of course, I've got fucking issues. Who doesn't know that I have issues?" It was a rhetorical question, of course, but still.

"That is beside the point," he said. "You need to go back there. We need you there, Jessica. You are not on our payroll to dilly-dally."

Dilly-dally? Okay, I knew he was a nerd, but come on.

"Well," I argued back hotly, "you said you already had a location on this SK" - aka Serial Killer - "so what do you need me for?"

"Well, we don't have an exact location," he admitted. "That's where you come in."

I groaned. Great. Just great.

I did not want to go back to Indiana. I could not could back to Indiana. I could not subject myself to going back there, not after what had happened when I left. And I could most definitely not stand seeing him again.

But I could see that I really had no choice in the matter. I was going, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

I sighed into the phone. "Fine," I muttered. "I'll be ready." And then I hung up.

And it was only a matter of minutes before Towson arrived at my door.

Opening my door, still a little bleary, I smiled at him. He came in and walked into the kitchen with me.

"So," he said, smiling softly at me, "you ready to go?"

I rolled my eyes. I could so tell this guy wanted to get in my pants. Not that I am vain or anything, but he was so obvious.

And I mean, its not exactly like he's ugly or anything. This guy is definitely easy on the eyes. And he's cut, too. You know, from what I've noticed in training and everything.

I know what you're thinking. Why don't I go out with him?

Well…I don't know. I can't really explain it. Maybe its because I still haven't gotten over the last guy I fell in love with.

And maybe because relationships between Special Agents was frowned upon.

But Towson really did not seem to care about that much. He'd already kissed me a few times. And I didn't kiss back. Much.

"Yeah," I said, "let me just get Kia ready."

Okay, maybe I neglected to explain who she is. Kia, I mean. Well, she's my daughter.

Yes, you read that right. My daughter.

And yes, I am fully capable of caring for another human being other than myself, thank you very much.

Who is the father? you ask?

Well, let's just say it is someone I would definitely rather forget about.

She was still sleeping when I went into her bedroom. Well, it was only about three-thirty in the morning. I mean, the only losers awake happen to be federal agents. And I was now one of those losers.

I smiled down at her in her bed, tucked in and sleeping peacefully. I did not have to wake her, just get her and bring her to the unmarked vehicle that was waiting outside for us.

I positioned my hand underneath her and carefully picked her up, resting her against my chest, so as to not wake her. She shifted a little on me and then plopped her thumb in her mouth.

I smiled to myself as I grabbed her blanket and a little pillow for the plane ride.

In the few minutes I had had before Towson arrived, I had thrown a bunch of clothes in a duffel bag and some for Kia, along with some things for her to do.

I went back into the kitchen, where Towson was sitting, drinking from a can of Coke he must have found in my fridge. I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled innocently back at me.

"Go into my room," I whispered, so I would not wake Kia, "and get my duffel bag. You know, the blue one. And then grab Chigger and his leash."

He nodded, not asking any questions, and went to do what I asked. As he was doing that, I grabbed a coat from the closet and some shoes and walked out to the car that was still running outside.

I opened the back door and, as I figured there would be, there was a child seat already strapped in. Smiling to myself, and thanking Krantz or Towson or whoever had been thoughtful enough to do it, I strapped Kia in without once waking her up.

Oh yeah, I'm good.

Towson came out a few minutes later with the dog and my stuff. He put Chigger in the way back, along with my duffel bag. Chigger, I knew, would know enough not to bark or anything. I smiled as I realized he fell asleep in the back.

Richard smiled at me as he got in the driver's side. "So," he said softly, "all set?"

"One sec," I said, and ran back inside.

I grabbed my cell phone, which I realized I had left on my nightstand. Oh, that would have been real great, leaving my cell behind.

Then, as I was about to leave the room, I noticed a picture on the floor. Now, that was not unusual, considering I was not the neatest person out there.

It was what - or rather, who - was in the picture that made me stop.

And I realized I had not put it away after looking at it last night.

It was a picture of me. And the guy I used to love. We were both straddling his Indian - well, he was really doing the straddling, since my feet could not even reach the ground - and my arms were wrapped around his waist, my front pressed up against his back.

I looked so happy in the picture and so did he. What, I found myself asking, happened?

I shook my head and grabbed the picture off of the floor, tucking it into the pocket of my leather jacket.

And then I headed out the door again.

Indiana, here we come.