This story has been bugging me since Season 6..
I have re-written it and changed it a million times, given up entirely for awhile.
I decided to give it another shot, I hope I will be able to stick with it till the end.
I am not a writer by any means, just a fan.. who sadly owns nothing recognized.
I for one am not ready to let Flangell die.
Chapter 1;
Rudely awoken by the sound of her alarm clock, Jacklyn King picks up her cell phone and takes note of the date, May 20, 2012. Three years ago today, her life had changed completely. The only problem being that she does not know whether or not it was a good thing, because Jacklyn cannot remember a single thing or person from her life before waking up in a hospital a month after having been shot in a New York diner.
All she had ever been told was that she was in New York on a case and while she was having breakfast at the diner some guys crashed into the building and opened fire. It took almost seven months to get back to herself physically, but she struggled daily to remember her past.
Once back to 100% she was sent on an undercover operation that has had her incommunicado with all of the FBI contacts for over a year. But, on the bright side she's fairly certain it won't be long now until she has enough to bring this gang down. A gang who is best known for prostitution, drugs and black market baby sales.
There was just one problem with not being in contact with anyone from the FBI, if Jacklyn was ever to be compromised and they chose to kill her, all of the time and energy she spent would be a waste, because all of her information and evidence would die with her.
Sitting up on the side of the bed she looked out of her bedroom window just to see the gorgeous ocean. Miami was extra beautiful this time of year.
"One more month." Jacklyn said aloud, reminding herself of the promise she made to gather everything needed to take these guys down before summer officially began.
She needed this operation to end so she could focus on finding out who she really is. The stories from the FBI never made much sense and they always changed plus people that she doesn't think she knows always popping up in her dreams is enough to make her suspicious.
Walking into the warehouse there she sees the one man who truly stands between her current life and her discovering her old one.
"Good Morning, Ace" she spoke first, he looked up from his desk with a smile.
"Morning my gorgeous right hand woman" he said with a wink. Jacklyn cringed inwardly all the while keeping her flirty smile on the outside. Fact is if it wasn't for his job choice and the sickening things he does to people his delicious good looks would be more than enough for her.
"I got a job for you, Jack." Ace said with a tone that always made her want to run.
"A pick up?" she questioned.
"Yes, I have a shipping container being driven to our warehouse in Fort Lauderdale. I need you to go and pick 5 girls out of it, then tell Collin to drive them to the safe house and break them in." he ordered with a smirk that made her want to shoot him. Instead she nodded her understanding and turned to leave.
Jacklyn had a trick when choosing girls, she chose those who she knew Ace would find attractive but, made sure they appeared strong enough to stand on their own. Of course if Collin ever decided to peak in the containers she knew she would have some explaining to do.
Knowing the girls left in the container would go on to live a better life as the container gets dropped in the middle of nowhere wiped completely of any trace evidence and left with enough food and water for a week. Which the container is usually found within 3 days.
Having the authority she has makes Jackyn's life very difficult. Morally she cannot believe the decisions she makes and the things she does. But, she knows if she doesn't do it, it'll never end.
"When I'm done take them to the safe house and begin breaking them in." Jacklyn says to Collin as she walks right by him heading for the shipping container.
"It's good to see you too, Jack." He replies with a sarcastic smirk.
Jacklyn simply rolls her eyes and keeps walking, she really hates this part and just wants it done and over with.
Looking into the container, Jacklyn is horrified. In the past there has never been a girl under the age of 18 in one of the containers. There is no way any of these girls is older than 16 tops. She makes a mental note that her time limit went from a month to 48 hours. The chosen girls get thrown in a safe house, complete with clothes, food, water and guards. They are forced to stay inside but left alone for 48 hours, it's all a mind game to make breaking them easier. Jacklyn can't believe that Ace is going for younger girls and won't let it last.