Witness

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The action takes place 6 years after the series ended. The world shaken by economic depression and vicious terrorist attacks of 'Black Wednesday' seems to be descending into a spiral of hate, bigotry and chaos. Kyle Trager, PhD is a well respected humanitarian, scientist and politician – is seen by many as the last hope for peace. Married to a childhood sweetheart, with a one year old son he seems to have it all.

One day his life is turned upside down when he is asked to identify a witness in the middle of a deadly conspiracy. Her identity is unknown, and her memory erased. They call her XX.

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Italic for Kyle's inner monologue, underlined italic for Jessi's.

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I am not associated with Kyle XY in any way. All events and characters are fictional.


October 2015. Langley, Virginia. CIA headquarters.

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Several man in suits were discussing their latest case.

"Are you insane Smith?" a man in a suit asked another. "We cannot arrest Kyle freaking Trager!"

"This is a matter of national security!" Smith countered. "Who is this Kyle Trager anyway?"

"Oh nobody, just a 24 year old kid who won a Nobel peace prize last year. After Black Wednesday terrorist attacks he was instrumental in restoring the peace in the Middle East."

"So?"

"He is as famous and as connected as they come. Arresting him would be a Public Relations disaster. It would probably be easier to arrest the President."

"He is the only clue we have." Smith showed the photograph to the group. On it a tall dark-haired guy was hugging their witness – an attractive brunette girl in front of a diner.

"We found this girl inside a sleeper cell of the Brotherhood."

"She is a convert?"

"Unlikely. Converts are usually fairly dumb – since they have been brainwashed. This girl is smart."

"Smart?"

"We gave her an IQ test."

"And?"

"She solved an hour-long test in 10 minutes. All correct. Her IQ is so high, we don't have a number for it."

"Lovely. So what was she doing inside the sleeper cell?"

"Well according to the ballistics experts she went in with guns blazing and took out all of them. Her execution was flawless – there are very few people in the world who would be able to pull it off. Then she just collapsed on the floor with what appears to be amnesia."

"Black ops?"

"That's our guess. Of course, she doesn't remember, and they aren't talking."

"Right."

"So to sum it up, she is our only lead on the Brotherhood, and Trager is our only lead to understanding who she is."

"Yup that is pretty much it."

"Well if Trager is as much of a boyscout as you say he is, I am sure he wouldn't mind making a trip to identify her."


Manhattan, New York.

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"Gah! Have I told you how much I hate New York!" Amanda said while washing the dishes.

"Many times dear."

"It's so crowded!" "All those rude people on the train!"

Kyle walked over from behind and gave her a hug.

"It's really not that bad..."

"Not that bad!" She said angrily "I hate this place!"

"Well if they build United Nations in Seattle, I would be glad to move back." Kyle told her and winked. Amanda pouted, but turned around and hugged him back.

"You are like the one normal person here."

Kyle laughed slightly

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Somebody knocked on their door. Amanda went to open

"We are looking for Dr. Trager." The 2 men in suits told her "It is a matter of National Security."

"I am Amanda Trager, his wife. Let me go get him."

"Kyle! Some people from the government are here to see you." She yelled across the room. "I can't believe that you are doing work stuff over our movie night."

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"I am not doing work. I have no idea who these people are!" Kyle said as he was walking towards the door. "How many more times will we watch Darty Dancing?" he thought to himself. It was entertaining the first time, but Kyle having a perfect memory didn't like to re-watch anything twice. Let alone 23 times in the last 2 years.

"Oh please, you know everyone"

One of the CIA agents whispered something into his partners ear. The partner struggled to hold back a laugh

"What?"

"Excuse me Ma'am?"

"What did you just say?"

"It's classified Ma'am." He said attempting to be serious

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Kyle walked over and defused the situation. The men introduced themselves as agents Jones and Simmons and they wanted him to come over to Washington.

"Dr. Trager does this calling card look familiar." The card was black with XX painted in red.

Kyle stared at it for a moment.

"I've never seen it before." "I had a friend once who called herself XX sometimes. XX being the female chromosomes." Kyle's face lit up at the memory of Jessi.

"Well would your friend be able to shoot up a room full of terrorists?"

"As long as that would help her steal my boyfriend." Amanda interjected

"Amanda, for crying out loud! Jessi is dead, have some respect!"

Amanda walked away. "Good riddance" she muttered as she was leaving. Kyle heard it, and wondered whether she intended him to.

"I am sorry gentlemen. We are having a fight, she is usually really nice. So what do you need from me?"

"Well our witness is key to a major investigation. She took a picture with you once, and you seemed close – in fact that's how we tracked you. Any light you can shed on her story would be greatly appreciated."

"If I met her, I will remember her. I ll help you. Maybe it will give me some closure."

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The three had a car waiting outside. Andrew Jones relished the opportunity to talk to Dr. Trager. The young man was very easy going, and seemed nothing like what he had imagined.

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"So can you tell me more about this witness?" Kyle asked at some point

Simmons coughed a few times, trying to dissuade Jones from talking.

"Oh come on, his security clearance is higher then ours." Jones calmed his partner down

"Have you ever heard of the Brotherhood?" Jones asked the politician

"Vaguely."

"They are a militant right wing supremacist group. A bunch of similar terrorist cells sprung up after Black Wednesday." "Of course what makes them different is a fanatical devotion of their followers. We believe they are brainwashed, but we have never been able to capture one alive. A nasty little group."

"So your witness is one of them?" "Frankly it doesn't sound like somebody I would know."

"Actually we think the witness might have infiltrated their organization, gained their trust, and then took out an important sleeper cell. Frankly that puts her about 2 month ahead of any government agency. Unfortunately she has total amnesia, which you can hopefully help with."

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"What makes this terrorist cell so important?"

"It is because we cannot figure them out. They don't fit the profile so to speak. Usually an organization with fanatical believers like that will have a clearly defined set of beliefs, and a succinct agenda – agenda they tend to reveal for recruitment purposes, which is not the case here. Their numbers are growing exponentially, and what's more, they seem to be gaining access to an alarming amount of military technology."

"Well as much as I would like to help, I abhor violence. Frankly whoever your witness is, it doesn't seem like we would have much in common."


On the car ride to the CIA Headquarters.

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"Dr. Trager, this may sound really weird, but do you mind if I get your autograph?" Jones asked him

"Sure." Kyle was surprised by the request. "Who should I make it out to?"

"Kim." "She is my little sister and you are her idol."

Kyle laughed and signed a book.

"I find that hard to believe."

"God, who assigned me to this tool?" Simmons thought as he was looking at his partner in disapproval

"Its true, you make it cool to be smart and empathetic towards others. You have done more to keep kids in school then any government campaign."

"I do work for the government." Kyle was trying to change the subject. He was not very comfortable with this level of attention.

"What I mean is, you are on the cover of Times, you discovered the cure to Diabetes when you worked on your PhD dissertation. Which you finished at 22. And the work you did for the Peace talks of 2013. Kids look up to you!"

"You seem to know more about me then my wife!"

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"I was wondering about that, if you don't mind me asking." "Why was she so hostile? I mean you are Kyle Trager!" "Any woman should be happy to be with you."

"Jones this is the gayest thing I have heard anyone say to a witness!" His partner finally interjected

Kyle blushed a little and responded

"Amanda is a wonderful person, and I do love her. Its just... we were kids when we met, or I was anyway. My interests, my view of the world changed so much since then, and so did hers. I guess we don't have anything in common anymore really."

"Then why do you stay together?"

"Adam. Our son."


The CIA Headquarters.

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The two agents and Dr. Trager walked into the main entrance. Trager, jovial as always was telling Jones amusing stories about his time in Tibet. Jones was soaking it all up with open ears. Simmons seemed bored.

Suddenly Kyle's facial expression changed and he grabbed onto the wall for balance. An expression of utter surprise and shock covered his face.

"Something wrong?

"I... uh... I just felt something..."

"What do you mean?"

"A presence... its impossible, but I can feel her here..."

"Her?"

"Jessi"

"The one that got away?" Jones nodded at him understandingly

"Something like that. I mean it can't be but... She is my age, brunette, this tall" He motioned with his hand. "Hazel eyes, very attractive, very smart, very strong" Kyle paused "And unless I am going crazy... which seems very possible... she is somewhere in this building."

The two agents looked at each other

"Follow us."


"I want to talk to her right now!" Trager seemingly forgetting his 'nice guy attitude' was demanding from special agent Morrison.

"You have no authority here!" Morrison countered. "I am in charge of this investigation. I could get you thrown out of here."

"A few phone calls, and I will get you fired before lunch!"

The two men were staring each other down. The lights inside the room started flickering for some reason. Kyle took a deep breath. He decided to change his approach.

Trust, empathy is not simply an intellectual or emotional choice. We have certain concepts of how a trustworthy person should behave, their body language, their attitude, the sound of their voice. Certain traits make people relate to you, making convincing them of whatever you want easier. I have long learned how to use these concepts to make anyone trust me and believe I am their friend. In my current line of work – diplomacy, I used it to negotiate several peace treaties. While I effectively manipulated certain generals into signing, I had no moral reservations doing so – the worst peace is better than the best war. This was different, but I didn't care.

"Agent Morrison, I am sorry, that was uncalled for." "But you need me for this case, and I need to talk to her to help you." His warm, penetrating eyes were looking into Morrison's

"Mr. Trager, she is extremely dangerous!"

"She is restrained head to toe. I think I can handle her."

Handle me? Why does he sound familiar? The CIA really should invest in some sound proof glass.

They did. The glass was supposed to be sound proof.


Agent Morrison excused himself outside and dialed a number on a secured line.

"Greetings brother" the voice on the other line answered "What of our problem?"

"XX still doesn't remember anything. Everything goes as planned."

"Good. Does the agency have any leads?"

"Dr. Trager arrived to identify her."

"Kyle Trager?!" The person on the other end yelled suddenly

"Yes, he is talking to her right now."

The person on the other line swore profusely.

"Keep me informed brother."

"Will do Mr. Cassidy"

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Michael Cassidy was sitting in a small room petting his puppy German shepherd. He called somebody in via intercom.

"Good day brother." A man said as he entered the room

"Brother." "We have had a complication. Kyle Trager made contact with XX."

"What are my orders?"

"We will have to eliminate them both. XX knows too much, and Trager could help her break through our safeguards. We cannot jeopardize our plan."


"Jessi!" Kyle stood at the doorway

"Hello..."

"Jessi!" Kyle took a few steps forward

"Are you my lawyer? Cause this doesn't seem legal." Jessi was referring to her cuffs. She was sitting on an iron chair that was bolted to the ground. Her legs were cuffed to the chair, while her hands were cuffed to the table in front of her allowing only a very small range of motion.

"Jessi!" Kyle came over and put his hands over hers

His touch was strange. I felt... as if I could sense his emotions, his concern for me, his happiness to see me. Very strange.

"I guess you are not my lawyer." She looked at him curiously. The touching was probably forbidden, but then again so were the strip searches she was subject to when she arrived.

"So my name is Jessi?"

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Kyle was studying her features intently, speechless, still in shock over their meeting.

"Not much of a talker are you?" She asked with a half grin

Whoever this guy was, he seemed to know my true identity. He seemed harmless, and was not too hard on the eyes. Not at all.

Kyle couldn't restrain himself. He walked over to the prisoner and hugged her tightly. Jessi was very surprised by his action. So were the men behind the glass.

"Thank god, I thought I lost you forever!" He was whispering in the hug "We will figure this out!" His arms were gently running over her back, as if to confirm she was real.

"Careful, I bite! Didn't they tell you? " Jessi asked still in a hug

I didn't really have an urge to bite him. Well maybe a little... But in a way he would enjoy...

Kyle separated himself from her and smiled brightly. She couldn't help but return the smile.

"I ll take that chance."


So I got an idea of this story a few days ago, and just started writing. Let me know if this seems interesting enough – I ll continue. This story is intended to be more mature then my other one, T rated for now, but may change later.