I'm back folks, why??? I don't really know. Just letting off creative steam, with a fic based four years after the season 3 finale. Antonio is alive and kicking and Pollock's kids, Michael and Chloe, are 16 and 13.


Bethesda, Maryland.

"Michael." Chloe called for the fourth time, chasing after him as he strutted through the house sporadically locking cabinets and doors along the way. Her taller, willowy, mousy-brown haired friend struggled to keep up.

"What?" He asked indignantly, surprising her silent friend.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? You know, that they won't find out?"

"Will you keep your mouth shut?" He asked in a softer, inclined to bribery, tone of voice.

She sighed. "Sure."

"Then there's nothing to worry about as long as you and Dharma…"

"Dharma-Sky." The friend spoke up for herself. "There's a hyphen."

"Whatever, stay out of our way."

"Dad'll freak." Chloe reminded him for the third time since they dropped their younger brother off at their maternal grandparents' house.

"So what if he does? We don't work for him remember? Besides, if he really cared he'd be here to stop us instead of kissing the Senator's ass in Martha's Vineyard." Chloe couldn't hide the fear on her face so he placed his hands on her shoulders. "The sooner you learn who comes first the better; he's a selfish climber, always has been, and playing Daddy's little girl can't change that."

Chloe shook his hands off. "This is all you Michael." Michael shrugged his shoulders, slid in his earphones and continued. Chloe didn't attempt to follow him again. She turned to Dharma-Sky who was pretending to daydream. "You don't think it's true, do you?"

"I don't know but they're too far away for you to think about it."

The morning after.

Hyattsville, Maryland.

Jess woke up to her beeper sounding off and an additional ringing in her ears. She faintly recalled the pulse of House music and the number of Malibu Sambucas she downed the night before and forced her body out of bed. Colin felt around for her and upon realising she was no longer next to him, began to protest. "Where are you going?"

She slid on the pair of jeans at the end of the bed. "911."

"Come back to bed."

"I wish I could. Where's my shirt?"

He had that look in his eyes. "I'm not telling and you're still hung-over."

"Whose fault is that?" She sat on him in retaliation. "Listen McNeil, I'm on the clock, I don't have time for games."

"You used to be more fun; top drawer."

Bethesda, Maryland.

"How is she?" Nicole asked over her transceiver.

"Better, still unconscious but at least I've got a pulse." Antonio answered as he performed CPR on the girl who nearly drowned.

"The ambulance is on its way and so is Jess. She says traffic but we all know what that means. Anyway, you'll never guess what I found,"

"Beer, weed, condoms…?"

"And they call you a nerd. The stupid one who tried to jump the fence dropped his camera."

"Dropped it?"

"Okay, I took it after he fell and sprained his arm. Either way, we'll have a better idea of what happened last night." Michael scowled at Nicole as she walked towards him. "So Genius, what were you thinking?"

Michael appeared nonchalant but it was the high that disabled him from answering her. He couldn't think of anything sarcastic to say quickly enough so he said nothing at all.

They both heard a scream through the transceiver. "Chloe?" Michael called but Nicole stopped him from running.

"We don't know who she is yet."

"Why is Chloe screaming?"

"She found a girl in the pool an hour ago. Let's just say she wasn't swimming."

Michael's face went pale.

"Nic, I found something." Antonio's voice came through, "She's wearing a bracelet. It says 'Sky'."

"That girl," Michael thought out loud. "Darla."

"Dharma." Chloe told Antonio. "Dharma-Sky Willows; she's my best friend."

Two paramedics ran across the garden and through Janice's Azalias to take over from Antonio. "How did she end up this way?" He asked and she wore the same expression of fear as the night before.

"So let me get this straight; the neighbours called the police because of the disturbance and noise and they arrived four hours later?" Jess asked, minutes after she arrived at Pollock's house.

"Only because there were so many calls, the police know better than to bother an Assistant Director of the FBI." Nicole replied. "Perfect opportunity for a party like this, no parents, no police,"

"No punishment."

"Exactly. These are Zenith kids anyway, they get away with murder."

Jess wore a puzzled expression. "Zenith?"

"It's a school where the parents run the city, police chiefs, councillors, doctors, you know, self-made successes. The kids mix with the 'right kind' of people…."

"I get it. What I don't get is how a 13-year-old ended up in a pool?"

"Chloe and Michael aren't talking. A friend of mine is running the tape from that camera I told you about."

"Why isn't a White Collar agent doing it?"

"Pollock wants this under wraps."

"He doesn't know yet."

"Exactly, and he doesn't want to know. All we have to do is get Dharma-Sky treated, call her mother and get the kids to their grandparents."

"Then what?"

"Then we go home and say nothing."

Antonio interrupted their conversation. "The paramedics say she's responsive."

"Great." Nicole said.

"No, not great. This is not okay." Jess replied.

"Was it okay when Pollock 'happened' to Sparrows, or when Xavier Redmond was kidnapped in Sao Paulo, or when you shot that guy between the eyes?"

"Nic," Antonio tried to stop her.

"Of course it wasn't, but you know the drill Jess, and this is too personal to get all heartfelt and moral about what we do. Pollock will deal with his family and we'll mind our business and keep our jobs until someone goes missing."

"We can't make them talk without their parents' consent anyway Jess. There are better ways to spend a Saturday."

"Not that we have to tell her." Nicole hinted as they walked away from the house.

"There was traffic."

"If that's what you want to call him."

Germantown, Maryland.

Chloe paced around the guest bedroom at her grandparents simultaneously plaiting her hair. Michael was staring at the ceiling as he lay on the bed.

"Michael…"

"Stop. Don't say a word."

"She's my friend."

"That wasn't supposed to happen, I'm sorry okay, she had an accident. You know that right?"

"Are you sure?"

"She had nothing to do with it; I don't know how she ended up there Chloe. I mean it."

"Nothing to do with what?"

"Nothing."

"I'm scared."

"Forget what I said, it was nothing."

"What if someone wanted to hurt her?

"No-one hurt her, look no-one cared about your friend and I didn't even notice she was there."

"My head hurts."

"No-one told you to drink, but I won't tell. Look, it was just a party and she'll be fine. So when they get back, bypass Dad and tell Mom everything was fine. Okay?"

"Okay."