Jarod placed the final piece into his puzzle. His life was a puzzle, if
only he had all the pieces to it. He had some pieces and was finding a
few here and there as time went on. He glanced up at the breaking news
report on ZNN. Lieutenant Diana Fielding had attempted suicide. The TV
showed a busted up car and a blonde woman being pulled from it.
***
Colonel Sarah McKenzie, known as Mac by her friends, fought back the tears. Diana had only been with JAG for a few weeks but Mac felt as if she had known the woman for years. Diana was a sweet and kind woman, but she also seemed unhappy, despite appearances. Sometimes it seemed as if she was running from something or someone. A knock at the door startled Mac's thoughts, "Yes?"
"Are you Colonel Sarah McKenzie?" A handsome man in a white uniform, identifying him as a Lieutenant, asked.
Mac cleared her throat, "I am. And you would be?"
"I am Lieutenant Jarod Carter," he replied. When she didn't react he offered, "From the Investigation office."
Mac's lips formed a surprised O, "Sorry, I didn't expect them to send someone so soon." She got out from behind her desk and shook his hand; "I don't mean to be rude but could be please get this underway immediately?"
The Lieutenant nodded, "My thoughts exactly."
Mac led him towards the back offices; "Diana- I mean the Lieutenant was only with us for a few weeks. She was unhappy but I doubt she tried to kill herself."
They stopped outside a closed door and that's when Jarod commented, "You saw someone try to kill her."
Mac shook her head, "Not in person, no."
"You had a vision," He reasoned.
Mac stared at him, astonished, "How did you know that?"
Jarod smiled slyly, "Lets just say I've had similar experiences." He pushed open the door and walked in.
Mac followed, "Have you ever had them?"
"No, but I know of someone who has," Jarod said, thinking about Miss Parker and her gift of the Inner Sense. "Am I free to poke around?"
Mac nodded, "Of course."
Jarod walked over and sat at Diana's desk. The first thing he noticed was a picture frame and the picture in it.
"They call him Angelo. Sydney says he's special."
Jarod's hands shook. "Oh my god."
Mac sat down in the chair across from Diana's desk. "Ah, her brother. He was kidnapped when they were little children. She was trying to find him. Said his name was Tommy."
"Timmy," Jarod corrected, without thinking.
"What?" Mac asked, confused.
"Nothing."
"You said Timmy." She insisted, almost accusing him of something, something she wasn't sure of.
"He just reminds of me of this boy I once knew named Timmy. They look so much alike." Jarod offered, hoping she was buying it. Jarod knew right then and there that Diana had not tried to kill herself; the Centre had tried to kill her. To keep her from finding Angelo. Jarod opened the first drawer and found nothing but the normal office supplies. He found the same in the first, second, and third drawers on the right side. On the left side all the drawers were locked. "Why does she keep these drawers locked?" Jarod asked.
Mac shrugged, "No idea."
"I don't suppose you have a bobbing pin?" Jarod asked.
Mac pulled one from her hair and handed it to him, "You're going to try to pick the lock?"
Jarod fuddled with the top drawer for a moment and heard it click, "Not trying, did." In the top drawer he found eight red folders. Jarod's breathing quickened as he pulled them out. "She has them." He muttered, "Prodigy files, but why?"
"Prodigy?" Mac asked.
Jarod wanted to trust her he really did. But right now he needed to find the secrets about Diana. Luckily for Jarod Mac got called away for a phone call. After she left he closed the door and locked it. There were no windows so he didn't have to worry about that.
Jarod placed the red files on the desk and dug down. He found five yellow files labeled: MERRIAM, JAROD, KYLE, TIMMY, and finally FAITH.
Jarod flipped through them quickly. They were simply profiles. Nothing really special. He placed these on top of the red files. Lastly he found a blue file labeled: BOBBY. "Bobby…Bobby… Lyle!" He quickly placed this with the others and popped open the second drawer. In this one he found a box containing fifteen DSAs.
He couldn't play these here. No, he needed to wait until he got back to his new apartment, thanks to Centre funds, to watch them. He shoved the files in his briefcase along with the DSAs.
The third drawer was empty except for a key.
***
Colonel Sarah McKenzie, known as Mac by her friends, fought back the tears. Diana had only been with JAG for a few weeks but Mac felt as if she had known the woman for years. Diana was a sweet and kind woman, but she also seemed unhappy, despite appearances. Sometimes it seemed as if she was running from something or someone. A knock at the door startled Mac's thoughts, "Yes?"
"Are you Colonel Sarah McKenzie?" A handsome man in a white uniform, identifying him as a Lieutenant, asked.
Mac cleared her throat, "I am. And you would be?"
"I am Lieutenant Jarod Carter," he replied. When she didn't react he offered, "From the Investigation office."
Mac's lips formed a surprised O, "Sorry, I didn't expect them to send someone so soon." She got out from behind her desk and shook his hand; "I don't mean to be rude but could be please get this underway immediately?"
The Lieutenant nodded, "My thoughts exactly."
Mac led him towards the back offices; "Diana- I mean the Lieutenant was only with us for a few weeks. She was unhappy but I doubt she tried to kill herself."
They stopped outside a closed door and that's when Jarod commented, "You saw someone try to kill her."
Mac shook her head, "Not in person, no."
"You had a vision," He reasoned.
Mac stared at him, astonished, "How did you know that?"
Jarod smiled slyly, "Lets just say I've had similar experiences." He pushed open the door and walked in.
Mac followed, "Have you ever had them?"
"No, but I know of someone who has," Jarod said, thinking about Miss Parker and her gift of the Inner Sense. "Am I free to poke around?"
Mac nodded, "Of course."
Jarod walked over and sat at Diana's desk. The first thing he noticed was a picture frame and the picture in it.
"They call him Angelo. Sydney says he's special."
Jarod's hands shook. "Oh my god."
Mac sat down in the chair across from Diana's desk. "Ah, her brother. He was kidnapped when they were little children. She was trying to find him. Said his name was Tommy."
"Timmy," Jarod corrected, without thinking.
"What?" Mac asked, confused.
"Nothing."
"You said Timmy." She insisted, almost accusing him of something, something she wasn't sure of.
"He just reminds of me of this boy I once knew named Timmy. They look so much alike." Jarod offered, hoping she was buying it. Jarod knew right then and there that Diana had not tried to kill herself; the Centre had tried to kill her. To keep her from finding Angelo. Jarod opened the first drawer and found nothing but the normal office supplies. He found the same in the first, second, and third drawers on the right side. On the left side all the drawers were locked. "Why does she keep these drawers locked?" Jarod asked.
Mac shrugged, "No idea."
"I don't suppose you have a bobbing pin?" Jarod asked.
Mac pulled one from her hair and handed it to him, "You're going to try to pick the lock?"
Jarod fuddled with the top drawer for a moment and heard it click, "Not trying, did." In the top drawer he found eight red folders. Jarod's breathing quickened as he pulled them out. "She has them." He muttered, "Prodigy files, but why?"
"Prodigy?" Mac asked.
Jarod wanted to trust her he really did. But right now he needed to find the secrets about Diana. Luckily for Jarod Mac got called away for a phone call. After she left he closed the door and locked it. There were no windows so he didn't have to worry about that.
Jarod placed the red files on the desk and dug down. He found five yellow files labeled: MERRIAM, JAROD, KYLE, TIMMY, and finally FAITH.
Jarod flipped through them quickly. They were simply profiles. Nothing really special. He placed these on top of the red files. Lastly he found a blue file labeled: BOBBY. "Bobby…Bobby… Lyle!" He quickly placed this with the others and popped open the second drawer. In this one he found a box containing fifteen DSAs.
He couldn't play these here. No, he needed to wait until he got back to his new apartment, thanks to Centre funds, to watch them. He shoved the files in his briefcase along with the DSAs.
The third drawer was empty except for a key.