Bit of a weird one, not from Jake or Amy's POV, it's really weird in that timelines and another ton of stuff probably doesn't work but I wanted to do this. Doesn't really fit the photo theme either but o well. Comment what you think and whether I should do other stuff like this or not XX

Her hand shook as she tried to neatly part her hair off centre. She'd much rather those asshats remember her hair than her face.

Her first undercover persona. This was her dads forte but she pulled something together.

Tamsyn 'Tammy' Vickers
19 years old (She could pass as 19? Right?)
Works for her dad—basically hooking people up with 'a guy'. Secretly dating her dads hacking guy.

Naomi felt herself shudder. Not good enough. She could hear her dad in her head telling her she needed more backstory. Sorry, dad, but you're not here right now.

She retied her shirt in a bow behind her, smoothed out her culottes and shrugged her aunt's leather jacket over her shoulder (godmother but who cares). Naomi hurriedly zipped up her moms sensible heeled boots and tucked her sunglasses half into her shirt. She looked ready, but didn't feel it.

"Now or never." She whispered, putting on a coat of red lipstick.

Ezra pulled the car to a stop. "You good? You know what you're doing?"

She nodded and spun her ring on her finger nervously. Ezra tried to calm her. "The note went in this morning, just go in like we planned. Just get them and go."

Naomi thought of the note they'd sent in as a pre-warning to their dad.

Remain impartial
—Nacatomi

Hopefully he gathered what that meant. She'd wanted it to me clearer but Ezra had assured her that he'd understand.

She squared her shoulders, dipped her head slightly towards Ezra as a goodbye and walked in.

Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she entered, the sound echoing back at her. A man in a dark suit frowned at her. Look confident, Mia, you've got to look the part.

"I'm Nacatomi, here to see Anderson." The man didn't look impressed. "He's expecting me." The man, Mason, she gathered from his badge, stepped into the room next door before reluctantly gesturing for her to go through. She discretely wiped her sweaty palm against her culottes and sashayed past Mason, flashing him a proud smile.

The room was dimly lit. She fought to resist the urge to look around, instead, she focused intensely on Anderson.

"Nacatomi," she introduced, offering her right hand.

"Firm handshake. Is that your real name?" He didn't look away from her face. Fine. She could do the same to him, no problem.

"Thank you, I learnt from the best. And no, it's not. My fathers a Die Hard fanatic, bit obsessive if you ask me, he made it my alias when he made me his partner."

"His partner? Really?" Anderson raised an eyebrow. "And who is your father?"

"I'm sure you've heard of him. Isaac Vickers? He wants to offer you a deal."

Of course he'd heard of him, they'd made sure of it. Despite the fact that Vickers wasn't real, they'd whispered his name in so many other open cases that word had gotten round. Anderson knew of Vickers. She was certain. Now all she had to do was stall.

And rescue her father, that was a big part of why she was here. Really. She shouldn't forget that part.

"Vickers? What does he have to offer me?" Naomi just smirked at Anderson. "Tell me, girl, why are you here? What are you offering." Naomi took a few steps around, an attempt at looking simultaneously confident and nonchalant.

"Well, he's willing to give you the information you need to escape, though father is... curious as to why you want to escape to São Paulo?"

"I have family there." He answered, although Naomi already knew this.

"A brother, two sisters and an aunt, correct? Yes, well, he knows you're not exactly close to them, though, doesn't he. What happened there?" Anderson growled. "Don't tell me, no matter. He's willing to give you the necessary information and funds you'll need to get there."

"And what does he want in return?"

"Well, see, that depends what you have to offer. And judging by this shabby safe house you've got, he won't be interested." She'd flunked the deal, it didn't even make sense anymore, but she didn't care, because she'd said the signal, FBI, SWAT and various other teams were now surrounding everyone in the building, guns trained on Anderson.

She noticed Ezra casually saluting to her. When she caught his eye, he pointed behind her.

Dad.

She threw her arms around him, noticing how much he was leaning on her.

"You are in so much trouble, Mia, that was dangerous, you shouldn't be involved with things like this." He said, still wrapped around her shoulders.

"Actually, dad, it's wasn't my idea, it was—"

"Jake!"

Dammit, mom. Dad pulled away from her and turned to his wife, both of them eagerly pulling the other into their embrace.

"As I was saying, mom was the one who suggested I went in." Jake pulled back from the hug and frowned.

"Amy? Is that...?"

Amy looked guilty, she tried to explain. "She wanted to!" Naomi went to defend herself but her mom continued. "I knew she was safe, Ezra and I were outside the entire time, and practically all of Brooklyn's cleared supply of field workers were here so..."

"Ezra's here too? Is he even cleared yet?" Amy took his hands gently.

"Ezra got transferred to the 63 as a detective a few days after you went undercover. He got cleared for field work this morning."

"And Matt? Where is he? Don't tell me all three of them are here..." Amy shook her head.

"He's over at Iggy's, she and Gina flew in from Dubai last week. He's safe. He's 14, Jake, I barely let Naomi here, there's no way I'd let Mateo." He nodded, satisfied. "I need to see them, where's Ezra?"

"I'm here, dad." Ezra put his arm under Jake's, helping to support him. Jake just nodded and smiled dopily.

Naomi watched as her parents held each others hands tightly, Ezra besides them.

"You did good, kid."

Naomi smiled. "Thanks Tía, I'm just... grateful everyone's alright." Rosa sheathed her knife and gave her niece a side hug.
"Of course you are."