THE NEXT DAY
"Dr. Ziegler, is there any sign of her?" Roy asked the blonde doctor, waiting to see what she would say. He has absolutely no recollection of yesterday's events, and was worried sick as to where Riza was.
"No Colonel, not yet" She responded to him in her thick Swedish accent, right as a certain brown haired British girl ran in. She zipped around the room for a moment, before running into Roy, knocking him into the ground. He got up, brushed some dirt off of his uniform, and looked at the girl.
"Sorry luv! No hard feelings! But hey, I heard you're looking for someone! A Riza Hawkeye is it?" she asked him in a loud voice.
"Yes but..." Roy started and was promptly interrupted by the loud female.
"Name's Lena Oxton! Or, you can call me Tracer! Overwatch agent extraordinaire!" she said gleefully, then paused, before disappearing for a moment.
"That girl..." the blonde doctor sighed, but before she could say anything else, Tracer had returned.
"This your woman?" Tracer asked from behind Roy, which completely surprised and freaked him out.
"What the...?!" Roy half-shouted, then stopped when he saw the unconscious Lieutenant on Tracer's back.
"What's wrong... What happened to her?" he demanded as Mercy came over.
"I can tell you what her medical diagnosis is, rather, what she has..." she replied and quickly checked Riza as Tracer set her down, sighing afterwards.
"As I thought..." she mumbled to herself.
"Here's the rundown, she's got alcohol poisoning, and she ingested a substance of sorts, this white powder, from a pill" Mercy said, referring to white powder present on the collar of Riza's uniform.
"I need to find out what the substance is, but it'll take some time..." she added on.
"Luv, you must have really messed up, if she did that to herself. What did you do?" Tracer asked, turning towards Roy and sliding her goggles upwards, in order to rest on the top of her head. She sat down on a desk chair, propping her feet up on a desk, and folding her arms behind her head.
"Oi, I'll just keep following you until you tell me" she said gleefully, then her face brightened when she heard a beep and she pulled her phone out from her back pocket.
"Sorry Angela, Emily's here! I've got to go see her. Don't think I'm letting you off the hook, you will tell me eventually..." She told Roy, before disappearing out the door, the desk chair spinning.
Author's Note:
I apologize for taking a long time to update! I work 20+ hours in food service a week, and have many things going on, but I'll do my best to update. What Overwatch agent should I introduce next? First reviewer wins!