Title: In the Mind's Attic
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
A cat or something large enough moved a barrel making her stop and turn. Samantha Spade saw nothing in the dark. Cursing herself for leaving her flashlight at home she continued down the dark alley. She should have told Jack; he was her boss (and so much more), he needed to know she had a tip on a missing woman. But he had angered her earlier that day. Yelling about some insane pickup of a suspect that ended with the suspect dying on them from heart failure. She didn't tell the guy to run, he just had.
Now there she was all alone walking down a dark alley, making a rookie mistake. She thought about turning around but to go back now and admit her error would probably make the situation just worse.
A cigarette's flame lit up two feet from her and grabbing her gun she walked closer, "Hey there."
"Hey," he responded back.
"So what's the info you wanted me to hear?"
The flame lit up the mouth section of his face, traced with lines. "There's no tip."
She produced the gun in an instant but he was expecting that- a crow bar swung from his hand and smashed into her gun wielding hand. The pain was intense. Her mind swirled.
The crow bar slammed into her stomach and the ability to breath suddenly got harder.
The last thing she saw was the crow bar above her and heard his voice, "Goodbye Agent Spade." The world went black.
Three months later...
Light stung at her eyes as she tried to open them. A blurred figure came into view. "It's okay, take your time."
She focused slightly. A man wearing a white coat with curly hair was standing over her. A woman in white beside him.
Her mouth was dry, they gave her some water, it stung going down. She tried to speak but her words were slurred.
"Shh, it's okay, take your time, Miss." The man said. "You have just woke up after being in a coma for three months. Just nod or shake your head to these questions I am about to ask you. Do you know your name?"
Fear gripped her. A shake of the head.
"Do you know who the President of the United States is?"
Another shake of the head.
"Do you know 4 4?"
This time a nod. Eight, the answer was eight, she didn't know how but the answer was eight.
"Do you know where you live?"
A shake of the head. The tears started to flow.
The woman dapped at her eyes saying, "There, there. It's okay dear."
How could it be okay when she didn't know who she was?
He sipped his coffee starting at the white board. Vivian approached him looking at how much he had aged in the last few months. His eyes were glassy, his hair had sections of white in it and his face was pale and thin.
"Jack, the Ortez's are waiting for you in your office. Do you want me to hand it?"
"No, I'll be there in a second."
"Are you sure? This is going to be rough. Their son was just four."
"Thank you for the concern Viv but I'll do my job."
She touched his shoulder before heading back to her desk.
He took one last look at the picture on the white board. Her teeth bright, her smile dazzling, blonde hair pulled back. "I'll find you Sam, one day," he said to the image and left to tell the Ortez's the sad news.
To be continued...
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
A cat or something large enough moved a barrel making her stop and turn. Samantha Spade saw nothing in the dark. Cursing herself for leaving her flashlight at home she continued down the dark alley. She should have told Jack; he was her boss (and so much more), he needed to know she had a tip on a missing woman. But he had angered her earlier that day. Yelling about some insane pickup of a suspect that ended with the suspect dying on them from heart failure. She didn't tell the guy to run, he just had.
Now there she was all alone walking down a dark alley, making a rookie mistake. She thought about turning around but to go back now and admit her error would probably make the situation just worse.
A cigarette's flame lit up two feet from her and grabbing her gun she walked closer, "Hey there."
"Hey," he responded back.
"So what's the info you wanted me to hear?"
The flame lit up the mouth section of his face, traced with lines. "There's no tip."
She produced the gun in an instant but he was expecting that- a crow bar swung from his hand and smashed into her gun wielding hand. The pain was intense. Her mind swirled.
The crow bar slammed into her stomach and the ability to breath suddenly got harder.
The last thing she saw was the crow bar above her and heard his voice, "Goodbye Agent Spade." The world went black.
Three months later...
Light stung at her eyes as she tried to open them. A blurred figure came into view. "It's okay, take your time."
She focused slightly. A man wearing a white coat with curly hair was standing over her. A woman in white beside him.
Her mouth was dry, they gave her some water, it stung going down. She tried to speak but her words were slurred.
"Shh, it's okay, take your time, Miss." The man said. "You have just woke up after being in a coma for three months. Just nod or shake your head to these questions I am about to ask you. Do you know your name?"
Fear gripped her. A shake of the head.
"Do you know who the President of the United States is?"
Another shake of the head.
"Do you know 4 4?"
This time a nod. Eight, the answer was eight, she didn't know how but the answer was eight.
"Do you know where you live?"
A shake of the head. The tears started to flow.
The woman dapped at her eyes saying, "There, there. It's okay dear."
How could it be okay when she didn't know who she was?
He sipped his coffee starting at the white board. Vivian approached him looking at how much he had aged in the last few months. His eyes were glassy, his hair had sections of white in it and his face was pale and thin.
"Jack, the Ortez's are waiting for you in your office. Do you want me to hand it?"
"No, I'll be there in a second."
"Are you sure? This is going to be rough. Their son was just four."
"Thank you for the concern Viv but I'll do my job."
She touched his shoulder before heading back to her desk.
He took one last look at the picture on the white board. Her teeth bright, her smile dazzling, blonde hair pulled back. "I'll find you Sam, one day," he said to the image and left to tell the Ortez's the sad news.
To be continued...