Ok, so this idea has been nagging at me for a while so I just had to write it, I do have some good ideas for this so if you think it's worth carrying on let me know! Thanks guys, JJ X x
It's a Sunday afternoon, not even four o'clock, the team are sitting eating dinner, Ames annoying Guerrero while Ilsa rolls her eyes, Chance laughing and Winston trying to keep the peace as Chance's cell rings, breaking through the noise as he answers it "hello?"
"Mr. Christopher Chance?" a deep voice asks on the other end of the line
"Speaking…" he says, eyes meeting with his now silent team
"Mr. Chance, my name is Doctor Ferly, I have a young woman here who was the victim of a car accident, however she has no id and been sedated for an emergency surgery… your number was on her person when they brought her in and we were wondering if you could come to the hospital and identify her?" the doctor questions, chance having put the phone on speaker
He stands, grabbing his jacket "I'll be there in half an hour!"
When chance arrives at the hospital, Guerrero and Ilsa alongside him, Ames and Winston waiting back at the office "hey my names Christopher Chance, I was called earlier…"
The woman at reception smiles and pages Doctor Ferly, less than a few minutes later he rounds the corner and asks "Mr. Chance?... hi I'm Doctor Ferly, please follow me."
As they walk, followed by the two teammates, the doctor explains "thank you for coming. We asked her name when they brought her in but she couldn't remember, not surprising considering the head injury she sustained. We had to perform an emergency surgery due to bleeding around the temporal lobe, part of the brain where the memory is stored; she's sedated now so I was hoping you could give us an ID?"
As they walk in they see a girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, her face heart shaped and hair a natural dark blonde, long and pin straight with squared-off bangs, cut into a seventies style but the side of her head, from just below the top of her ear going up about four inches, is bandaging from where they operated. She also has her left arm in a cast, her summer cream skin littered with bruises and cuts.
Chance looks over her; he notices subtle things, like an old diagonal scar on the inside of her right wrist, sign of a serious near-suicide, her nails are long and well groomed and then there's the back outline on her left foot, coming through the thin white sheet, a tattoo, as he makes it out he says "Casey! …she's my niece!"
Ferly lets out a sigh of relief and nods "well, in that case I have some papers for you to sign; you are her next of kin yes?"
"Yeah sure…" as the doctor leaves to get the papers and his friends turn to him
Taking a look to the bed Ilsa asks "this girl is your niece?"
"Of course not, right, dude?" Guerrero says to his old friend
Chance looks at the girl and says "no she's not, but this girl had my number, why, who gave it to her and what does she want? These are things we need to know!"
They nod in agreement as Ilsa says "well we can't just ask her can we, the Doctor said the poor thing couldn't even remember her own name for goodness sake!"
"She's got a point dude, and if this chic in in trouble how the hell is she going to know?" the older man states
"then we find out who she is and what it is she needs, I mean come on guys… she's just a kid, hell I don't even think she's old enough to drink!" Chance quips
Guerrero shrugs and says "whatever man, I'm going to call Winston, let him know what's going on and get her personals, maybe figure something about this chic out"
Ilsa looks at the young girl with a frown "poor thing, I wonder what she must be going through to need our help"
With that they both look to the unconscious girl and ask themselves 'who is this girl?'
Guerrero and Chance sit in the Hospital room and start going through her personal things they'd signed for, Ilsa having to leave for a meeting, they'd cut her clothes off when she came in to stop the bleeding from the gash on her side, so what's left of them has been put in a bag. In her personals is a set of thick black rimmed glasses, a chain with a 45 caliber bullet hanging on it, and a purse with just a few twenties.
They sigh as the sun sets "so where'd you get Casey from?"
"It's tattooed on her foot, next to some cherry blossoms; saw it through the sheet… I'm going to get some coffee, you want one?" Chance asks,
"Sure dude, but go across the street, hospital coffee sucks!" the torturer says, leans forward on the seat beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees
When Chance leaves Guerrero stands, a nurse walking in "hey, I'm just here to give Miss Chance her morphine."
He nods and watches as she goes to inject the IV drip, casting a glance to him, but he grabs her wrist "your acting skills suck man!"
She goes to inject him with the overdose but he quickly fights her off, she lands on the floor, Guerrero leaning back onto the unconscious girl, who choses now is a perfect time to wake up, and starts panicking at the scene before her, unsure of what's going on, Guerrero corners the nurse, who looks to the seemingly terrified girl and pulls a blade from her hair "he'll never stop, you know that! …you brought this on yourself" and slits her own throat
Guerrero runs over to try and stop the bleeding but it's too late, the cut to deeps as the doctors swarm, seeing the blade in the fake nurses hand as they try in vain to save her, the blood stained man runs to the broken girl freaking out on the bed as her tries to calm her "hey, chill, it's alright, you're ok."
Drowning big blue eyes look at him as she asks "who are you, who was she, what did she mean?"
"My names Guerrero, and those are good questions kid, I'm here to help you find them out!" he promises
She looks to him and asks "…who am I?"
He lets out a sigh and answers "I don't know dude, but your foot might be a clue! …that's what we've been calling you"
She looks down, confused and curious, and then sees the tattoo "Casey…" she looks up at him a tear rolling down her cheek and she throws herself into his arms.
He sits awkwardly for a moment then raps his arms around her "hey, come on, everything will be fine dude…"
That is the moment Chance walks into the room holding two cups of coffee, taking in the blood on the floor, the broken chair, security guard at the door and the girl clinging to the torturer like a life line "so, what I miss?"
