Director Gray arranged a few folders on his desk as he watched the three kids before him come to terms with what he just told them. He looked beyond them and saw a dark-blond haired man, dressed in a bright Hawaiian shirt, white shorts and wearing rose pink shades, tiptoeing into his office.

"And uh... kids, I'd like you to say hello to your sensei," Director Gray said, still arranging files and not looking up.

"What?"

The three kids turned to the glass door and saw a man frozen there staring at them, in the middle of closing the glass door. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He smiled nervously and shut the door.

He walked to the middle of the glass office and adjusted his loose Hawaiian shirt. He cleared his throat before he said, "I'm sorry. What?"

"You heard me. Kids... meet Agent Eliot. Eliot... meet the kids," Director Gray replied, uninterested. He opened up his MacBook and turned it on.

The strange man known as Eliot looked from the dark-skinned director to the kids. One of them looked like he was the next Bruce Wayne, even with the bright clothes. The blond one looked like he'd turn a lot of heads when he grew up. And the girl looked like a young Sophie Turner.

Identically, Michael, Tony and Jane were observing Agent Eliot. They wondered how a man like him was an agent, he looked nothing like one. His dark-blond hair was wavy and tousled, like he spent his time surfing. His dark brown eyes were wide and constantly shifting. He had a light stubble growing on his chin.

All in all, he looked more like a junkie than an agent.

He chuckled slowly and glanced at Director Gray, "Uh, is this a joke, Director? This is a joke, right?"

"Yeah, he can't possibly be our teacher. I've never even heard of him," the redhead girl added.

Director Gray tapped his desk softly and looked up at all four of them, with a serious expression. "Do I look like I'm joking? Uh?" he asked, silencing the three agents-in-training. Not Eliot though...

"Oh no, no, no..." the agent chuckled, "I did not leave Waikiki Beach for this."

Director Gray cocked his head to the side slightly and his expression turned a bit angry.

"No, Agent Eliot. You left because I goddamn asked you to." the dark-skinned director kept his tone level. The three kids stiffened a bit as they saw the angry expression on Director Gray's face.

Eliot was used to it.

"Be that as it may, Director. This is a complete waste of my skills. I can't be babysitting Tom, Dick and Harry," he gestured at the three kids to his right.

"I'm a girl," the redhead pointed out.

"You are? I didn't notice..."

"What did you-"

"Alright! That's enough! Eliot, lay off the kids, will ya?" Director Gray played peacemaker. Agent Eliot clapped and pointed at the director.

"That! That right there, kids! That's my point exactly. Kids! They're just kids, Director. What am I even supposed to do with them?" he asked.

"What are you supposed to... I sent you an email explaining everything. You didn't read it?" the dark-skinned director asked the strange agent.

He chuckled and removed his phone, scrolling to it. "Didn't I read it... I didn't get any electronic mail from you... I'm pretty sure I'd know if I got a... ohh," he made an "o" with his mouth as he stared at his phone screen. He looked up at the dark-skinned director slowly and smiled sheepishly, "Oh! An email! No... I thought you said... uh... he-male?"

Director Gray sighed and rubbed his forehead while Tony and Jane groaned in disdain.

"Him? Really?" Tony asked, with an almost pleading look. "Everyone else got assigned to a unit and when I finally get assigned, it's with newbie and him?"

"I do not have to explain myself to you, AIT Lance. You either get in line or step out! This unit can work without you," Director Gray replied sternly while typing a few things. The dark-haired boy clenched his fists but did nothing other than nod.

"Way to lay down the law, Director," Agent Eliot praised as he lowered his rose-pink shades. Director Gray turned his intense gaze at the agent and said to him, "And you... don't think you're off the hook. But you're free to go with your unit for now."

"You know... McGarrett and Williams didn't treat me like this," the dark-blond agent grumbled under his breath. He noticed how they stared at him in further confusion.

"Wh-what?! You don't know what I'm talking about?" he asked in shock.

"Hawaii Five-0," the blond boy said, much to his satisfaction.

He nodded and gave the kid a thumbs up, "You know the good stuff, Luke Hemmings."

Director Gray looked up from his MacBook but didn't comment on the statement. The kids opted to voice their opinion.

"I don't/He doesn't look like Luke Hemmings," they said at the same time.

"If you say so, Justin Bieber..."

"Okay... wha-"

"Get the hell outta my office!" Director Gray yelled at them after a few seconds of trying not to have an outburst. He had been having them a lot recently. All of them stiffened and quickly filed out of his office, Agent Eliot behind them.

"Eliot?"

"Hm?" he turned, holding the glass door open.

"Their lives are in your hands. Take care of them," Director Gray said.

"You got it, Director!"

He went for a salute but his phone was still in his hand, so it fell to the ground. He fumbled around, trying to prevent it from falling. He eventually caught it and he smiled sheepishly at the dark-skinned director, before he exited the office.

Katherine stood from her station when he passed and he turned around to check her out. "Not bad behind either, Kat," he said to her with his shades above his nose and a coy smile on his lips.
She frowned at him and he chuckled. He faced where he was going and led the three kids to the elevator.

Katherine opened the glass door and poked her head in. "Are you sure this is a great idea?" she asked worriedly.

Director Gray shrugged his shoulders and replied, "What would you have me do, Katherine? I'm doing the best I can." He noticed the unimpressed look she gave him and he sighed before apologizing.

"I'm sorry. I've just been under a lot of pressure lately."

"That's better," she replied with a smirk, before she closed the door and went back to her station.

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The elevator doors slid open and they entered it. He was more concentrated on reading the email on his phone than the three kids standing behind him. He muttered under his breath as he read.

"Uh... Agent Eliot-" Michael started.

"-Just call me Eliot," he told the blond boy, uninterested.

Michael looked at Tony and Jane before he continued, "Okay...Eliot. Where are we going?"

The man wearing the rose-pink shades muttered under his breath for a little while longer before he replied, "Well, since I'm back officially, and you guys are my unit, we should probably go see Bridget."

"Who's Bridget?" Tony asked, his hands in his pocket.

Agent Eliot chuckled and said, "My eyes," hitting the button to the 10th floor.

Michael used the time to glance at his new unit-mates. More specifically, at Tony Lance. For someone who lost his twin sister a month ago, he looked... okay.

Better than okay, even.

The Tony he knew before would have ripped his head off immediately he saw him. He expected the dark-haired boy to blame him for his twin sister's death. But he didn't seem like he'd do that anytime soon. He gave off a calm and collected vibe.

Jane though, was fuming.

Her arms were folded and she glared at him with malice. "You shouldn't have come back," she said to him lowly. He wanted to respond but Agent Eliot had something to say.

"Okay, so, you're Tony Lance," he pointed at Tony, "you're Michael McKing," he pointed at the blond kid, "and you're Jane Doe. What kinda name is Jane Doe?"

"None of your business," the redhead girl told him bluntly.

"Ooh... feisty."

The elevator stopped its descent and the doors slid open with a graceful ding. Agent Eliot pocketed his phone and stepped out into the 10th floor.

"Let's go, muchachos!" he said and they followed him hesitantly.

The floor was the same size as the 13th. Only difference was, it was crowded. Filled with small stations, and people occupying those small stations. There was a large glass corner office but it wasn't occupied at the moment. A wall separated the floor into two and on the other side was the server room, probably.

"Welcome... to the IT department," Agent Eliot announced grandly, stretching his arms out. He had to raise his voice because of the overlapping chatter coming from the inhabitants of the floor.

A paper plane flew straight into his dark-blond hair and ruined the whole moment. The weird agent of The COSP didn't seem to mind though. The people in the small stations were throwing paper planes all around and causing a whole lot of ruckus.

Agent Eliot walked between the stations, not trying to avoid the airborne paper planes. The kids trailed behind him and wondered how there was an entire IT department they knew nothing about.

They got to the messiest comparted desk around the bullpen and saw a girl completely engrossed in whatever she was doing on the computer system before her.

had ginger-colored curly hair that stopped at the nape of her neck. She wore recommended blue-rimmed glasses that she pushed up every once in a while. Even with the warm weather, she had on a sweatshirt and pants. Judging from her appearance, she was probably a college student.

Agent Eliot knocked on her desk to get her attention. She looked up at him briefly and he beamed at her, giving her the jazz hands. She blinked unimpressed and went back to working on her computer.

"You do not get to come back and smile your way out of this, numbskull," she said to him, her voice soft and yet firm. The agent dropped his hands slowly but the smile never left his face.

"Aww come on, Brie. You can't still be mad about that," he replied, nudging her in the side. Michael and Jane looked at themselves before they looked away immediately.

"You went to Hawaii without me!" she let out, annoyed.

"You're in college! I can't take you with me to Hawaii in the middle of a semester. And you're supposed to be the serious one," Agent Eliot retorted with a laugh.

Brie stopped what she was doing and pouted. She reached up and grabbed the rose-pink shades from the bridge of his nose.
"I'm keeping the glasses," she muttered and dropped it on her desk.

"Good to see you too, Brie. Now... this is my unit. Eh, they are-"

"-Tony Lance, the legacy, Jane Doe, the mystery, and Michael McKing, the billionaire," Bridget completed, staring at the three of them with her arms folded as she leaned into her chair.

Agent Eliot turned at the blond boy in surprise and asked, "You're loaded?" Out of all the things the college student said, that was what the dark-blond agent focused on.

Tony ignored the strange agent and focused on the IT girl. "How do you know us?"
She took a slurp of the smoothie on her desk before she replied, "I'm in IT. I have to know you, seeing as I may work with any one of you in the future."

"Uh?"

Agent Eliot sat at the edge of the desk and decided to explain. "You see... Bridget here is my eyes when I'm on a frontal attack mission. Every agent is assigned to one. But seeing as most of them are dead..." he gestured at the people around, still throwing paper planes across their stations.

"So... on that depressing note, what have you got for me?" the agent asked Bridget. She leaned forward and opened a new tab on her computer. "To be honest, I got nothing new at the moment. But there was a case that just got closed recently."

"The rapist gang member?" Tony asked as they all moved behind Bridget's chair to see what she was doing.

"Yeah, that. Something just doesn't add up," she muttered as different pictures and documents regarding the case popped up on her screen. "I was hoping you could take a look at it."

"Isn't that uh... Audrey's case?" the agent asked while checking his nails.
"And isn't the case closed?" Michael chimed in.

"I know that. Just... something about the testimony doesn't make sense to me," she insisted. The picture of an Asian girl popped up followed by the picture of a pale, skinny, dark spiky-haired boy with piercings in his earlobes.

"So, the gangster tried to rape the girl, Kimberly Lee," she pointed at the picture of the Asian girl.

"Wait... her name's Kimberly Lee? That's even worse than Jane Doe," Agent Eliot tried to hold back laughter. They all stared at him weirdly before Bridget went on with her explanation.

"And this guy..." she pointed at the picture of the spiky haired boy, "was passing by at the right time. So long story short, the gangster and the boy got into a scuffle. The gangster ended up dead."

"Still waiting on the part that doesn't add up," Agent Eliot remarked, staring at the screen.

"The boy..."

Bridget clicked on his picture and his file popped up on the screen.

"Abel Holt... 16 years old... Just got out of juvenile detention," Michael read out loud.

"Yeah... we can all see the files, Malcolm," Agent Eliot commented.

"It's Michael."

"Whatever you say, Magnus."

"So, he's a bit of a delinquent. That doesn't mean he's lying," Jane said, ignoring the two blonds.
"I know. But just hear me out. He went to juve for attacking his abusive dad. Meaning-"

"-He's a really angry kid," Agent Eliot completed.

Bridget nodded her head and leaned into her chair. "Exactly. And from what I know, the gangster didn't die gruesomely; the way he was supposed to die if he really got into a scuffle with Abel. I need the autopsy report to be sure but Agent Audrey wouldn't let me see it."

The dark-blond man stood up straight and smirked. "In that case, I guess we all know what that means..."

They all looked at each other, confused.

"Who's up for seeing a dead body?"