So I promised another fanfic and here it is. I know I'm late in posting it. But it's been a really busy summer.
I was really not expecting the response I got for the last fic and I'm so happy for that. I really hope this fic stands to expectations.
I hope there's still some Golly readers out there.
So here it goes. Enjoy.
P.S: I'm not a doctor and I don't have much of medical knowledge so I don't know how some things work, So I made some stuff up.
1.
"Come on! Stop being an ass." Traci grumbles as she follows me into the weird building that belongs to forensics.
"What? You're the one who dragged me into this weird place. I'm allowed to be an ass! I didn't even want to come!" I remind her, that I declined her offer to come, but her constant begging made me cave and come eventually.
"This is a job that will need your help and you know it!" She keeps finding reasons to make me less mad about being here, in a whole different country.
"Let's just go get your information. So I can finish this damn job as fast as I can." I grumble as I follow her through a door and into a hallway.
The second we pass a bench however, my head starts to feel like there's hundreds of needles poking through it.
"Oh no." I mumble as I hold my head and close my eyes to let it pass.
"Sit still." A stern woman's voice echoes in my head. "I just need to get one more thing, then we can go home."
After that the voice stops and the pain stops. But I'm sure that whoever that voice belonged to, they knew me a long time ago, and this scene must have taken place right here. At this bench. Or somewhere similar.
"What is it? What happened?" Traci is beside me in a second, with concerned eyes and worried voice.
"Just a memory. I guess." I say as I try to make sense of it. "A woman's voice telling me to sit still, and that she will get one more thing and then we go home." I recite what the voice said and then I look at her with questioning eyes. "Do you think that was a memory from when I was a child? The voice sounded stern."
"It might be, but why was it triggered here?" Traci questions as she gets to thinking about it too.
"Do you think I've been to a similar place? Hell it could even be this place." I've been trying to make sense of my life for the past few years.
"I don't know, but I hope you find out. Are you okay though?" The concern never leaves her voice.
"Yes. I'm fine. The pain's gone once the memory stops." I remind her of how my brain works now.
"I know it's tough, but hang in there. You keep getting small snippets, so you're getting close. You'll remember who you are soon." She gives me her usual prep talk and I just smile with a head shake at the normal antics.
"If only I could remember who owns those brown eyes. It's maddening only seeing eyes and no face." I complain as I walk passed Traci, urging her to keep walking too.
"Where do you think the lab is?" Traci asks once she matches my pace and starts looking around.
I don't answer though, I simply keep walking as if my feet were dragging me by themselves, until I reach a room and gesture towards it with my head.
"How did you…?" Traci starts a question that she doesn't finish, instead she just shrugs and urges me to open the doors.
When I do open the doors, there's a uniformed officer sitting at the chairs by the desk and a woman in a doctor's robe, working on a dead body.
"Got anything interesting doc?" I ask startling the residents of the room and causing the doctor to turn around so abruptly.
"Who are…?" Is everyone cutting their questions short lately? Cause the doctor just did that too. She started a question she stopped asking when she looked at me. Her expression shifted to one of shock. An expression you'd get if you see a dead man walking.
And my God is she beautiful, with the robe, and the black hair tied up and those nerdy glasses.
"Excuse us, this one here has no manners." Traci says as she notes the officer standing alert reaching for his gun. I guess I was too busy looking at the doctor, that I didn't notice the officer getting up.
Traci pulls out her badge and shows it to the officer and the doctor. "We're with the New York FBI. I'm Traci Nash. This is Skylar Nash. You should be informed of our presence." Traci introduces herself and me.
"I was, yes." The doctor says. "I'm Dr Holly Stewart. This is Officer Diaz."
"Now that the formalities are out of the way, what can you tell us?" I rush the doctor with my question.
"Sky!" Traci hisses but I ignore her.
"What? No need for small talk, so straight to the point, right?" I ask the obvious question and Traci shakes her head at my antics.
"Fine. Got anything for us doctor Stewart?" Traci asks.
"I thought you guys were going to the Station first?" The officer asks before the doctor can answer.
"We already have all the files about the case. We thought we'd get the details from the doctor first, and then head to the station." Traci informs the officer who then asks to be excused to make a phone call. Probably calling his superior to inform them of our presence.
"This place smells." I comment since the second we took a step closer into the room, the dead body stench reaches me.
"You get used to it eventually." The doctor says as she takes off her latex gloves and walks towards a table with a computer and some files on it.
Traci walks closer to the doctor, I however walk towards the side where the officer was standing. The smell is less strong there. So I stand in place and watch the doctor move.
Something about her feels familiar, natural and I can't get my eyes to stop staring at her.
The doctor hands Traci some files and I just watch the doctor as Traci looks through the files. Every now and then I'd catch the doctor peaking at me for a few seconds, then she goes back to answering whatever question Traci asks.
"They were right. This is very similar to a case I worked on six months ago." Traci finally says as she closes the file and places it back on the table. "The sick bastard is very thorough, not even one clue." Traci's face turns to disgust at the last sentence.
She picks up another file and goes through it too. Only this time she stops at a page and she calls me to come closer and take a look.
I'd hate to move closer and smell the stench but I have no choice. The smell of the body is overthrowing any other smell in the room. So I scrunch up my nose and make my way to Traci, who holds open the file for me.
My concentration isn't perfect however, because I can sense the doctor standing close and weirdly my attention keeps drifting to her.
"Sky! Concentrate!" Traci chastises and I oblige.
I take a look at the page she wants me to look at and I see what she's talking about.
"Watercolor residue?" I ask the doctor once I read what the report says.
"Yes, it was found under the victim's nails. I'm running DNA to determine the victim's identity, so we can tell if the watercolor belongs to the victim or the attacker." The doctor explains as she takes a step back and focuses her attention on the computer screen, which she seems to be using for the DNA testing.
"If the paint doesn't belong to the victim, try to determine what brand it might be or an idea of what it might be. You can tell a lot about a person from the brand of paint they use. Rich, poor, professional or amateur. We can at least determine something about the killer then." I trail off, explaining my point.
"I'll do that as soon as I find out the DNA results." Dr Stewart promises.
That's my cue to move and stand elsewhere. Away from the smell.
Before anything more can be said though, a detective barges into the lab.
"Detective Swarek." Dr Stewart greets.
"Dr Stewart." He greets back and then he turns towards Traci and then me with a nod and says "Agents."
I don't know why but I jump at the chance to correct him. "Oh I'm not an agent."
He gives me a questioning look, but I don't elaborate.
"My sister has poor manners. I'm agent Traci Nash from the FBI, this is Skylar Nash, a consultant and she's worked with us on the similar case a few months back." Traci explains before I do anything more rude towards the detective.
"Sister?" Of course that's all he catches on to. He gives questioning looks between me and Traci. The usual reaction we get from almost everyone when we introduce ourselves as sisters. Me and Traci look nothing alike. She has dark skin, whilst I'm extremely pale. She has dark hair and dark eyes, while my hair is blondish and I have blue eyes.
"I was adopted."I say as if it was no big deal and luckily detective Swarek nods his understanding.
The truth however is that I was in a car crash a few years back, after which I woke up in a hospital with no recollection of who I was or where I am. Amnesia. Considering I was in a cab when it all happened and the cab driver died, there was no clue on where I was picked up from, so there was no way to trace my identity since apparently my belongings blew up. All I had left was a necklace that I never take off. So they tried to search for my identity but they failed, and for weeks no one claimed me. My DNA tests didn't match the system, so I didn't know who I was. Or where I was. Traci's mom who was a doctor there, would visit my room every day. She grew attached to me, and I did her. She would come and help me with my memory tests, and she'd let me talk out my frustration. Her daughter would come wait for her at the hospital some days, and I'd take walks out of my room and run into her. That's when she and I became close.
When it was time to release me from the hospital, I panicked because I knew no one, not even myself. Mrs Nash however, took me in. She kind of adopted me, even though it was clear that I was an adult at the time. And that's how Traci and I became sisters.
Mrs Nash took me to other doctors, she signed me up at a facility for people with memory loss, she did what she could to help me gain my memory back, but all the doctors said the same thing, 'If I ever do remember anything, I'll remember on my own.'
So far I get small snippets of memories or an echoing voice. And with each one, I get a very painful headache.
At least I remembered how to draw. I didn't forget my art. I hope.
"Anything on the ID yet?" Detective Swarek asks the doctor, who in turn turns towards the monitor.
"I should have a result in a minute." She answers him, while she pulls a chair closes to the screen and grabs a notepad off the computer table and pull it closer to her along with a pen.
"Name is: Jenna Marie Cooper." The doctor says while she writes down the name.
"I'll go ask about her and let her family know. Anything in specific you need me to ask doc?" Swarek asks her while he starts to walk out of the room backwards.
"Ask if she paints. If not, then we might have a clue on the killer." The doctor informs him.
"I'll see you two at the station later. We'll discuss the case in details then." Swarek directs at us before he leaves the room. The second he's out, officer Diaz walks back in.
He goes back to his previous spot, which happens to be now next to me.
Dr Stewart however notices my discomfort and comments on it.
"Agent Nash, Miss Nash, it's obvious you're not comfortable in the lab and with the smell. If you want to examine the files more and wait for more evidence here, you are more than welcome to stay in my office, and I'll inform you then of any information I get." Dr Stewart kindly offers.
"That would be great, thank you." Traci answers for the both of us.
I shrug and follow them out as the doctor leads the way to her office.
"There's water in the mini fridge, just make yourselves comfortable." She tells us when we walk into her office. "I'll be back to let you know if anything comes up." She doesn't leave immediately. Her eyes linger on me for a second. I can't deny that my eyes do the same. They linger on her for longer than a second.
She then clears her throat to clear the awkwardness and nods before she leaves.
"What was that about?" Traci asks while taking a seat.
"What? You didn't notice? She's really pretty." I explain and then wander back to her face inside my mind. That dark hair tied back, and those dark glasses hiding her eyes.
"That explains your constant stares then." Traci has caught on to the stares in the lab then. I just shrug in answer.
I don't follow traci's example and take a seat. I however, go to the fridge, grab two bottles of water. Hand one to Traci, and sip a bit from mine while I roam around her office.
I stop at a few pictures framed by the computer at the right side of her desk.
There's one with Holly and an older man. Another one of Holly and a blond guy. A photo of a young Holly with a woman she resembles, which must mean it's her mother. There's one of Holly and two other girls, one dark skinned the other with brown hair. And another photo of Holly with the same blond guy and a blond girl, they seem to be teens still in that photo or barely over twenty. That's not what captures my attention in the photo though. Not the age, or the fact that Holly is standing in between the two figures with her arms around the girl, not the fact that Holly looks gorgeous and happy, but what catches my attention is the girl Holly has her arm around.
I grab the photo and move towards Traci.
"You should really put that back where it was!" Traci chastises but I ignore her and continue moving towards her.
"Traci. Look at this." I push the photo in front of her, forcing her to take a look at it.
"What…?" She doesn't finish her question once she glances at the photo.
"Traci, why does the girl in this photo look like me?!" I exclaim wide eyed. "And who the hell is she?!"