Blind Spot

Disclaimer: I don't own Blind Spot or the Divergent Trilogy. Only for the characters I may or may not make.

Chapter 1: Where did you come from?

Rated: M

NO ONE'S POV

Times Square never sleeps. There are always people wandering around not really doing anything. Through peoples legs a cop spots a bag and looks around while asking people if they know whose bag it is. He inspects it and finds a tag, it read CALL THE FBI.

Hours Later…

The once busy city is deserted. It's still night time, a member of the NYPD bomb squad gets closer to the bag wearing a protective suit holding a radiation detector. He holds it out moving it around seeing if it picks up on something.

"No radiation detected" he says through the com link

"I'm going to feel for wires, see what we're dealing with" he reaches out to touch the bag. Suddenly it starts to unzip from inside.

"Ahhhhhh! There's something in there"

Startled the guy jumps back and starts frantically kicking trying to get away but he is momentarily distracted when…

Six POV

I crawl out of the bag completely confused and a little scared (understatement of year) suddenly I realize I'm nude. I cover my top half as best as I can with my arms and look around standing to full height. "Are you seeing this?" someone behind me says
but the words barley registers in my mind, I'm too distracted looking around trying to figure out where the hell I am and how did I get in that duffle bag. After a few seconds I finally turn around trembling only to be blinded by a bright light, after
my eyes adjust I see a man wearing overprotective gear. He reaches for his holster and takes and takes out his gun "Turn around!" he yells but I'm frozen in fear and confusion "Turn around, on your knees, hands above your head!" he yells again pointing
his gun at me, I do as I'm told, not wanting to get shot. Finally my senses return and my body feels numb all over and I'm aching. I realize I'm covered in tattoos literally all over my body all the way up to my neck. Suddenly I have only one question who am I?

Tobias POV

Christina, Zeke, and I slowly go through the front door. We look around to see if we're in the clear, Zeke holds up the thermal camera to show us the second floor, hear yelling.

"Shut up! No crying, get back in there"

"He's pacing around, three hostages" Zeke stated "We won't be able to get up there without risking the hostages"

Christina looks at the screen "What's the a cat or a dog"

"It's a baby" I state in a matter of fact tone

As if on cue we heard him yell "Can't think…shut that baby up before I take care of it?"

"Let's move"

"Wait, wait, wait did you not just hear me I don't like our odds up those stairs this could go sideways real quick"

"How many door charges you got"

He gave me the 'are you fucking insane' look

"Take them out" I start sticking them to the ceiling where he's standing.

"I just need quiet!" I hear him yell

I start hearing frantic screaming

"Help me! Somebody help me!"

Right on time the charges explode and he falls right through the ceiling.

"Shit! I think I broke my leg"

"Shut up…or I'll be breaking more than that if you try anything"

30 min…

All the girls are being transported to a hospital to a hospital to get checked out for any injuries. I hear a helicopter coming and I'm surprised none of us are injured so why would they be here.

I see Will jump out and make his way over to me.

"What's going on" I ask

"Shauna wants to see you. She said it urgent"

I'm shocked Shauna is the head director of the FBI if she calls you its serious.

"Let's go"

We climb into the helicopter and I try to distract myself from the height, though I'll never admit that I'm afraid of heights. I wonder what's so urgent they had to drag me all the way from Kentucky to New York.

Later at the HQ….

We're walking down the hall as Shauna's explaining the situation.

"She's still pretty out of it, most certainly drugged. Bruising and restraint marks on her wrists and ankles"

"Dr. Pedrad"

"Please Shauna, call me Uriah"

"This is supervisory special agent Tobias Eaton"

"Oh you're…wow"

"What have you got?" Shauna asks trying to snap him out of his daydream.

"Um, we got the tox screen back, and you are not going to believe this"

He says as he leads us to god knows where.

"Are you familiar with the PKM-zeta inhibitor (don't know if that is real or not) commonly known as ZIP?"

"Uriah you and I have very different ideas of what 'common' means"

"Zeta Interacting Protein. It's an experimental drug being tested with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) sufferers - rape victims, soldiers who've seen combat. Used sparingly it can erase selective memories."

"And you found traces of it in our girl?" Shauna asks

"No. Not traces. Her whole system is flooded with it. I – I've never seen anything like it before, it created a chemically induced state of amnesia. She can't remember who she is, where she came from, nothing before she crawled out of that bag in Times
Square."

"So, what does this got to do with me?" I ask completely perplexed as to why a girl who can't remember anything is my problem.

We look through the glass window and I see doctors examining someone checking the person's eyes and circling them.

When I finally get a good look I realize it's a girl. She is gorgeous, long blonde hair, grey/blue eyes, and luscious lips. I bite the inside of my cheek hard to not let my jaw drop.

"Do you recognize her?" Shauna asks snapping me back to reality

"No" I state "I've never seen this woman before in my life" I say If I did I'm sure ass hell that I would remember seeing someone that beautiful I say to myself, but then I look at her confused as to why she would ask me that question.

She reaches over and knocks on the window. One of the doctors glanced at us. He steps away and lets two men pick her up by the arms and turn her around. They pull at the knot that ties her medical robe together, and then I see something that leaves me
speechless.

TOBIAS EATON FBI

"Then why is your name tattooed to her back?"

I faintly hear the medic ask "Can you remember anything?"

Not expecting an answer I am slightly startled when I hear her say

"Six…I think that's my name"

I see her turn her head slightly to look at her back and she looks like she's shocked the tattoo is there.

I stare at the girls back completely gob smacked and unmoving. Someone did this to her and planted it where we would find it, the only thing I can be sure of is that this would be the most complicated case I have ever gotten.