Chapter 1: Who are you?
Olivia had been burning the candle at both ends for two weeks straight. What started as a missing college girl turned into a rape/homicide case then turned into one of the biggest human trafficking busts ever. At least from their own department. Olivia had been going through every case file she could get her hands on to make sure all of the T's were crossed and I's dotted. This was one case that couldn't get lost on technicality. So, for those two weeks, she got so little sleep she couldn't even remember what month it was, let alone the time of day. The operators of the human trafficking ring had that day finally been given their guilty verdict and sentencing. Olivia could almost finally rest. Almost. Part of her end of this had been interviewing several prostitutes, attempting to gain evidence and testimonies against the human traffickers. Mostly the uni's had been bringing in ladies who had no ID on them, and this had paid off. She had left the court house to go home following the final verdict, when a text from the Captain had alerted her to one final young lady to interview. Even with enough evidence for a verdict, Olivia didn't want anything left undone. All she knew was that this one had what was described as "novelty ID". She assumed it was just a poor fake, she had no idea as to what the next 48 hours would have in store for her.
She arrived to the station to find Fin attempting conversation with … well, no one. He was practicing what he wanted to say to the lady at Olivia's desk. She wasn't at all dressed like a prostitute. More like an thirties aviator wanna-be. "Fin, is that the girl the Uni's brought in?" Asked Olivia. Startled that she had snuck up on him, Fin blurted out "yeah, she didn't have real ID." "Oh, really? Is that why they brought her in? For simply not having ID?" Olivia had been frustrated at some of the Uni's for bringing in suspects without any strong (or real) reason for doing so, but what was done was done. "Fin, where did all this sand come from?" Fin looked at the trail of sand and shrugged in confusion.
Giving up on the mystery of the sand, Olivia approached the strange woman. "Hello, my name is Olivia, what's yours?" Coming alert, the girl responded: "oh hello, my name is Amelia, how long am I going to be here?" Olivia could sense the frustration. "Not too long, I just had some questions, is this your ID here?" She pointed to the odd looking paper on her desk. With a simple nod, Olivia picked up the paper. "This is your ID?" "Yes" "Seriously?" "Yes" "Could you state your full name please?" She sighed. "Amelia Earhart." "And this is your actual ID?" "Yes." "What year were you born?" "I'm 39." "okay, but what year?" "...you won't believe me, no one does." "No. You can talk to me. No matter how crazy." "You have no idea how crazy." "Try me." "I was born in 1897." Olivia didn't know what to say "..." Amelia responded to Olivia's silence in kind. "..." "...Do …. you know what year it is now? You don't look your supposed age."
Olivia had no idea how to handle this. Maybe it was lack of sleep. She was trying to determine if this Amelia was up to something or just crazy, but all her responses seemed honest. So she decided to play along for a bit. Thankfully Amelia was the first to break the silence"Thank you? Actually, I don't know which year this is, hard to keep track lately." Amelia and Olivia shared another silence. "It's what your ID says, but I wanted to hear it from you." "..." Olivia couldn't wait through another silent moment "... Can you excuse me for a minute?" "Sure."
Olivia stepped into Captain Cragen's office. "So, the woman who claims to be Amelia Earhart, are we letting her go? Transferring her to a psychologist? Social Services? What?" "Amelia, the uni's picked her up by mistake, but this seems rather … similar to a …. situation I encountered when I was new on the force." He motioned to one of his pictures when he was younger, standing next to a man Olivia didn't recognize. "Wow, that's a long scarf. His hat is too low, who is that?" "Still not sure really Liv, he had a weird biker friend." Assuming things were getting off track, she refocused on what she did know. "So, what do we do with her?" "Not sure, either way, I'm not even supposed to be here with THAT investigation going on, I'm just here to pick up a few things from my desk. I could speculate that Fed over there might be related to this."
At that moment a man who Olivia didn't recognize entered and apparently presented ID that was good enough for the front desk to let him keep walking. He certainly was dressed like a fed. Almost. "He looks like one I suppose, but, captain, when did feds smile? Or wear red converse?" "Don't know, but he seems to know our so-called aviator, why don't you find out?" Way too overcome with morbid curiosity to remember how little sleep she had, Olivia went to confront the new visitor. But not before Amelia chimed in: "Finally, may I go now?" "Well, you didn't do anything wrong, so sure, we just wanted to ask a few questions and that's done now." She turned to face the visitor. "Hi, my name's Olivia, and you are …?"
The cheerful response came thus: " 'Ello, I'm the Doctor!"