Amnesia

None of the character belong to me. I'm just having a little fun with fiction.

What the hell just happened, where am I? Why does my head hurt? What are these noises and bright lights? All these questions come to her mind as it gains consciousness. As she opens her eyes, the brightness is blinding. She brings her right hand up to her head, something flips off her finger. She feels a bandage and then a sharp shrill alarm sounds, making her head pound more. The finger sensor, which flipped off her finger, caused all the commotion.

People are running into her room.

"Welcome back!," a pleasant voice remarks. Someone in a lab coat is pulling her eyelids up and shining a bright light in her eyes. She tries to fend them off.

"Whoa, dear, I just want to check your pupils," the voice defends.

As her vision cleared, she sees many people milling about in her room.

"Where am I ?" she weakly says.

"At the Aspen Medical Care Center," the voice in the white coat says,"What do you remember?"

She looks at them, _blank, a feeling of loss and confusion on her face. She makes eye contact with the nice face in the lab coat. "Nothing," she whispers.

Jane ducks under the yellow tape, Frost and Korsak are already at the scene. As the Crime Scene Investigations unit ( CSIU) are accessing the site.

"What have we got?" Jane muses as she dons her gloves and booties.

Dr Pike stands to address the question, as all three detectives exchange a grimace.

" We have a white male," he speaks into his dictaphone, "appears to be stabbed multiple times, subjects lips are without injury." He remarks as he shuts off the recorder.

Frost looks at Jane and whispers," When is Maura back from that conference? This guy is killing me."

" Relax guys, she'll be back the end of the week. I got a text this morning from her. She is taking advantage of a couple of extra days vacation and going skiing at Aspen Mountain with some Doctor friends." Jane whispers back, with a chuckle.

"I fail to see the humor in this Detectives." Pike says with an annoyance in his tone.

Jane smirks and looks away from her partners. " Sorry Doc, what do we have?"

"Well, I will have to take the body back and examine it before I can give a cause of death." says Pike as he kneels by the body." By the amount of blood and depth of the wounds in the chest, I would caution to say he died from exsanguination." He triumphantly exclaimed as her rose and looked Jane in the eye.

Jane raised an eyebrow," Ya think?" Causing her two partners to muffle a chuckle.

" Ok any weapon found yet," as Jane turns all business. It has been a long week without her BFF and she was looking forward to a movie and hearing about Maura's trip in a couple of days, she was growing weary of Pike and his OCD behavior. Maura was such a vital part of the team and they missed that puzzle piece when it was gone. Its cold and late and her bones were weary, she just wanted to go home ,curl up with Jo and sup a beer.

" The CSIU guys didn't find anything matching the wounds." says Frost.

" Yea, there was a lot of rage there, those look pretty deep." remarks Korsak as he takes a closer look at the mans chest.

Jane scoops her hair up and looks closer at the wounds. "Yea,yea, look at the edges? Does that look like a puncture wound:?" She points as she looks up at her partners. " Like maybe an ice pick?"

Dr Horton looks at the chart at his patients bed. The honey blond watches him as the reads. He catches her eye as her looks up and she smiles. He can't help but smile back. Someone must be missing someone this beautiful, he thinks. He puts down the chart and look at her sympathetically, approaching the side of her bed.

"How are you feeling?, he asks

"Physically OK, I guess, seem to have some scrapes and bruises and my head hurts.", she smiles shyly up at him.

"I can order more advil for that, do you remember anything?" he asks.

"Nothing before waking up here", she replies.

Dr Tim Horton nods his head, looks at the chart again, then back at her. "For now, that makes you a 'Jane Doe",he catches her eye again, before she breaks eye contact. This must be so hard for her, he muses in his mind. The women in the bed looks more agitated now as she furrows her brow in frustration.

Why can't I remember any thing, think,think! I woke up here, but what before that? Damn it!

Then her face lights up. Dr Horton watches her visage change. "Do you have my clothes? Do you know where I was found? ", she blurts, as if an epiphany moment.

"Yes, we have them, but there is no identification on them, and, well there was no ID on the victim with you." He stops and meets her gaze. Her face turns confused as he studies her. "You remember nothing?" he queries with furrowed brow as he folds the chart to his chest.

"VICTIM!"she recoils in horror. "What victim, you mean I was with someone, where is that 'someone now?" she fidgets as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard.

Then it hits her as her head starts to throb harder, victim, oh God, that can only mean one thing.

" Victim, means he is dead, deceased, no longer alive?"

"That is correct." Dr Horton assures.

"Wait. Do you think I killed him?" she question in horror.

"We don't know", he remarks as his dropped his eyes from her worried gaze," Änd the deceased is female. Look I can't say anymore, there is a police officer outside, they've been waiting to speak with you. I told them to wait a while, in case you remembered anything."his voice trailed off as the look on her face went to pure terror.

"No ,no, you have to believe me , I am not capable of killing anyone."she sobs as she lunges forward in the bed and grabs his hand. "I know I couldn't have", she sobs.

Dr Horton grabs her shoulder gently and tries to assure her, "This may only be temporary amnesia due to the head injury. Thats a nasty bump, but I can feel that you are not guilty of anything, I don't know, I just feel it."he cooed as he hold the distraught women. "There is something about you, something familiar?"he queries as he reassures her.

Then a very disheveled man walks into the room, he seems rather annoyed. "Doctor you told me you would let me interview the patient. Well she looks ready to me now."

"Can't you see she is upset?"Dr Horton sneers , as he tries to comfort his patient. "In my professional opinion she is not ready yet."

The Inspector comes close to the Doctor and affirms in a low but sure tone, meant for only the Doctors ears, "May I remind you that that WOMAN you are comforting, may be a killer?"

"Inspector, we don't know that yet, we don't know anything yet. Now this IS my patient and I will tell you when you can interview her, but not yet," Dr Horton hisses back. "Its late and she needs rest, we can try tomorrow." the doctor assures. The women in his arms is starting to calm.

"Well we should cuff her to the bed to insure she stays put!", the inspector exclaims loudly.

Pushing the shocked women into another sobbing frenzy.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! Dr Horton shouts back, as he again comforts the patient in his arms.

"GO , leave this room, Doctor's orders!"Tim Horton explains with wild angry eyes.

"Okay, okay,"the Inspector submits,"but I am leaving a guard outside the door."

"LEAVE"!

" Alright Doc", as the Inspector throws his hands up in submission.

Jane stretched out on her couch in her sweats and BPD tee, took a gulp of the cold amber liquid and flipped the postcard in her fingers.

"Well Jo it looks like Maura is enjoying herself."smiling

"Amazing, I received the postcard before she arrived home."she chuckled to herself as she patted her furry canine friend.