Hello Everybody. I'm back with another "Without a Trace" fanfiction. Jesse, the girl, from "To Rescue the Kidnapped" is in this one. You really don't have to read to the other one to understand her. She's just your typical high school girl who knows how ot break and entering and hotwiring cars. She's chosen the path from doing evil things to doing good things for those who's lives aren't what they wanted them to be, and that's all that I'm saying.
I don't own any of the characters of "Without a Trace" except for Jesse and any other's I choose to make up in my evil mind.
There is Sam/Martin pairing.
Agent Martin Fitzgerald and Agent Danny Taylor got out of the car and walked up to the bloody silver SUV. "What we got?" Danny asked Vivian Johnson, as she poked her head around the SUV. "Anybody we know?"
"All we know that it's a young woman," Vivian said to them, as Agent Jack Malone and Agent Samantha Spade came up to their sides. "Looks like a kidnaping. They didn't bother with the car."
"Her name is Elizabeth Kane, age 17," Sam said, as she looked over at a blonde hair woman yelling at a police officer. "She's been missing for seventeen hours. That's her mother, and she's furious that this has happened."
"So she saw her last?" Jack asked, as he came up to them.
"No."
"Then who did?"
"She volunteers down at the 6th Street Homeless Shelter, three nights a week. She probably was heading home from there."
Martin then shook his head and dug for his cell phone. "Martin, what?" Jack asked him, as he looked up something on his phone.
"Jesse works at the 6th Street Homeless Shelter," he replied. "I helped her get a job there last month."
"Okay, fine, Sam, you go down there to talk to her and the others to see if they remember anything strange. Danny, you and Martin go to her school. Vivian and I'll go have a talk with her mother."
"Sure, Jack." They then headed off for their different assignments.
Jesse Shepherd was hard at work, setting up the tables for the dinner shift, when Sam arrived. "Look at that," Harold, her co-worker, said to his buddies, as the door opened. "She's not homeless." Jesse looked up to see a very familiar blonde walking towards her and Jesse shot her a smile.
"Hello, Agent Spade," she said, causing the others to look up as Agent Samantha Spade came up to her. "What can I help you with?"
"How's work?" Sam asked as she looked around at the others who were watching her carefully. "Can we talk somewhere less public?"
"Sure." They then walked to the other end of the cafeteria away from Harold and his buddies. "What can I do for you?" Jesse sat on the table and looked over at Sam. "I really don't think that this is a social call."
"No, it's not." Sam then pulled out a picture and showed it to Jesse. "Do you recognize her?"
"Yeah, that's Zee." Jesse then shot Sam a concerned look. "What happened?"
"She's been missing for 24 hours. Did you see her when she volunteered last?"
"Yeah." Jesse then got off the table and went over to her book bag that was on a table. She dug through it and pulled out a piece of paper. "She was acting really weird, so I got worried." She then handed the paper over to Sam. "I was gonna have Martin run a check on it for me if he could." Sam looked down to see that it was a licence plate number. "This car had been following her for a couple of days. I didn't think anything of it at first, but after the other day. She was so scared. She wouldn't tell me what was bothering her, but I could tell something was. I tried to follow her home, but got stuck in traffic."
"You did good, Jesse." Sam then looked over to see that Harold was glaring at her. "Why don't you come to the station and make a statement?'
"She can't leave work," Harold said, as he came up to her. "She's needed her."
"She's needed by the F.B.I. more than she's needed to wash tables. I'm sure that you can deal with her being gone."
"But..." Before he could say another word, they were gone. "She's the only one who actually does any work around her." He shot a glance over at the others who either ignored him or shrugged. "There goes my day." He then got back to work.
Outside the building, Jesse stopped for a second to tie her shoe. "Thanks for getting me out of work," she said to Sam, as she took up her book bag. "So is Zee really missing?"
"Yeah, Shep, she is," Sam replied, as Jesse stopped short on the street. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"That's the car that's been following Zee. If they're the one who took her, why are they here?"
"Jesse, down," Sam called out to her, as the people in the car opened fire upon them. Jesse ducked behind a trash can, hoping that it would block the bullets, even though she knew that she wasn't safe. "Jesse!" Sam fired off a few shots at the car, hitting the back window. "Get out of there."
"Life sucks!" Jesse made a mad dash for the safety of a car, and got shot along the way. She landed hard on the ground and struggled to get to her feet. "This really sucks." The car squealed away and she looked up to see Sam running towards her. "I'm sorry, Sam. I never meant to get hit." She then blacked out.
"Jesse, stay with me," Sam called out to her, as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. "This is F.B.I. Agent Samantha Spade and I need an ambulance. Someone's been shot."
18 Hours Missing
TBC
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