An FBI Story: Season One, Episode One.

Episode One: The End -- Chapter Four.

Chapter 4

"So, we're looking for someone involved in organized crime?" Blaine asked. He and Sam were still in their office when Woods walked back in.

"It looks that way," Woods confirmed. "I called Metro, and they're looking into a few members of the South-Central Boys on those three homicides." Blaine sighed.

"Ugh, the SCABs," he muttered. He shook his head.

"So, what?" Sam asked. "Do we have somebody undercover with the SCABs?" Woods shrugged.

"Possibly," he told her. "But you know... maybe it's time to hand this one over to Organized Crime?" His agents both looked at him, unimpressed.

"No," they objected.

"This is our case," Sam argued. Woods sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Look, I don't...," he started.

"I can make a call," Sam offered. Woods furrowed his brow. "It might cost me, though."

"Then don't," Woods advised. "We can..." Sam picked up her phone receiver and dialed one of her contacts. Woods sighed. "Sam." Sam held up her pointer finger to him without looking over.

"Hey, where are you right now?" she asked. "Okay, perfect. Can you come to me? Domestic Terrorism. Yeah, I need some help on a case. Thank you." She hung up her phone. "He's on his way."

"Who did you call?" Blaine asked.

"My old partner," Sam explained. Blaine furrowed his brow.

"Agent David?" he asked. "Isn't she in prison?"

"What?" Sam asked. "No! And not her – my partner with the CIA!" Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"He works here?" he asked. Sam nodded. "How many CIA officers are employed here?"

"He's not CIA," Sam corrected. "He's DGSE." This partner of hers was the man nine years her senior who had kickstarted the jealousy in Owen that would prove to be the beginning of the end of their relationship. The man who had beaten Owen into the hospital where he had met his meth addict mistress, the birth mother to their son Gannon. Sam had formerly blamed her partner for her relationship issues, up until she and Owen had separated for good, and she could see the bigger picture of everything that had been going on.

"What the hell is DGSE?" Woods demanded.

"French intelligence," Sam explained.

"He's French?" Blaine asked, surprised.

"French secret service," someone corrected, from the door. "Not 'intelligence'." The team all turned their attention to the brown-skinned man with shaved, dark hair who had just walked into the office. He spoke with a foreign accent.

"Sorry," Sam told him, sarcastically. The man looked at her, flatly. His nostrils flared slightly, noticed only by Sam. This was the only indication that he gave of the deep-seated grudge that he held towards his closest friend – a conflict which his brain still could not resolve.

"Why does a French secret service agent work for the CIA?" Blaine asked. Sam looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "Classified, I get it..."

"Besides, he's working with the FBI now," Sam explained. "For the next few months, at least." She turned to the DGSE officer. "Woods, Blaine; this is Officer Ivan Cojocaru from the DGSE. He's our liaison with French intelligence." She pronounced his name as 'ee-van'.

"Vano Cojocaru," the man corrected. Sam waved him off. "Nice to meet you..." Vano was looking at Blaine.

"Special Agent Blaine Wescott," Blaine introduced. "I'm Sam's... FBI partner." Vano nodded.