I don't own Crossing Lines! My native language is Dutch and I'm dyslectic so sorry for any mistakes. Thank you for your reviews! They always make me happy ^^ The next chapter will be either sooner or later than next Thursday since I'm moving this week and I don't know how my internet situation will be. But for now: enjoy!

Chapter 2

Her head was hurting and she was tempted to keep her eyes closed, in the hope the pounding would lessen. She didn't recognize any sounds or smells. In fact, there were very few sounds around her. Eva opened her eyes. She didn't recognize the room she was in and some fear crept up on her. The bed she was lying on was old and there were sheets on them. It looked decent. As she looked around further in the room, she noticed the walls were neatly painted in white. A bed and a small table with two chairs were the only furniture in her tiny room. A little bit of light entered the room through a small window at the wall at the end of the bed. It was the only source of light. Eva sat up right and waited for the wave of dizziness to pass. When she got up, she walked around the room. The door that was keeping her in the room, felt like heavy wood and she knew she wasn't going to be able to break it open with her bare hands. Eva sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She didn't know where she was. A stack of what appeared to be clothes caught her eyes. When she held it up, she saw it was a clean summer dress and underwear. It confused Eva. Why was this in her room? Her prison? Even more than before she needed to know where she was. Stepping on the bed, Eva managed to lean towards the window, but looking out didn't help her. All she saw were some small stones and a stone wall. Eva stepped off the bed and sat down in one of the chairs. She needed to form a plan. A way to get out of this room or find a way to contact the team. Time had gotten away from her. It was light outside which meant that she hadn't been unconscious for long or she had been unconscious for the entire night. She didn't know and that made her frustrated. She needed to know the time. Just so she could make more sense of it, piece the information together of what she could not remember.

Suddenly there was a sound of a key being put in the lock and Eva stood up. Ready to attack. The door opened and a big muscled guy walked into the room.

'Stand back,' the guy spoke in Italian, but Eva stayed on her spot. She balled her fist as the guy stepped towards her. When he was within hitting range, she threw her fist at him. He didn't even seem shaken by the hit and he pulled his gun. The barrel was pressed against her forehead, pushing her into the wall. Eva held her hands up in defeat, knowing there wasn't anything she could do now. Another man walked into the room, carrying a bowl and a cloth. He glanced at her and then put the bowl and cloth down at the table. The muscled guy dropped his gun and the bowl guy turned to her.

'Wash yourself and wear the dress,' he told her in fluent Italian. 'Clean up and be presentable.'

'Perché?' Eva asked. 'Why do I need to look presentable?'

'Just do it,' he replied angrily and he turned around. Eva watched the door close and she heard him lock the door. She took a deep breath and glanced at the bowl. It was filled with water as she suspected. Her mind wandered to the docks where she was supposed to meet the person.

Eva walked onto the docks. She stopped and looked around. There was a feeling of something being wrong inside of her. She toyed with the idea of calling someone, calling Tommy. She wanted him to be there. Almost unconsciously Eva started to dial his number.

'Eva?' Tommy sounded worried as he answered her call and she felt bad. She had stayed in Spain without explaining anything. No one knew why she was there.

'Tommy! I need you to come here.' It left her mouth before she had thought it over. It was what she wanted: she wanted him to be here, next to her. As her back-up while she was meeting this mysterious person.

'What's wrong? Where are you? Spain?' He sounded even more worried now.

'Yeah. Someone sent me a note.' She decided to be honest with him. She was getting closer to the meeting point and someone had to know. Someone had to be here and she wanted it to be Tommy. 'He wants to meet me today, but he told me to come alone. I need someone to be here.'

'What are you talking about? Who? Who sent you a note? Eva, I'm at a crime scene here: there were two cops shot in Marseille.' Eva cursed at herself for calling Tommy. They had an important case. Two dead cops were never easy and took priority. He was right to question her.

'Right, sorry to bother you.'

'No, look, that's not what I meant...' He had to go back to work. Focus on catching the killer of two cops. Not talking to her. She could handle herself. It was just a meet. She just wanted Tommy to be with her. Not for back-up. Just because it was him.

'Listen, I can handle this alone, okay?'

'I'll find a way to come.' Eva was silent for a short moment. Even with the case, he wanted to come to her. It gave her a strange, but nice feeling. The meeting point came into her view and she dreaded having to hang up. She wanted to listen to his voice.

'I've got to go now. It's almost time.' Before Tommy could say anything that would change her mind or make her stop, Eva hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket.

Eva felt angry with herself for hanging up on Tommy. Even though she still felt his case was important. If only she had waited. Then she wouldn't be sitting here in this small room. She wondered if Tommy had gone to Spain like he said. If he already knew she was gone. What if he was looking through town, trying to find her? She didn't even know if she was still in Cudillero. All she knew was that the guy who gave her the bowl was Italian. She sighed and tried to remember more of what happened after she was on the docks. She remembered staying at the docks, waiting for a long time, but she couldn't remember anyone showing up. No one ever showed up. It was stupid to think someone would show up. The note was strange and the guy handing it to her had disappeared without a trace. She felt stupid for even going there alone. Eva remembered that after about an hour she had gone back to her hotel room. From there her mind went blank. She couldn't remember what happened when she arrived back at the hotel. She did have bruises, scrapes and cuts on her body so she figured she had been in a struggle in her hotel room. But the struggle could have happened somewhere else as well. Some of her cuts had been taken care of. Her hand was bandaged and she didn't feel pain in it. Someone wanted to take care of her. Just like the dress that was in her room. The raging headache would be logical after a struggle and it could explain the memory loss. She wanted to remember, but she couldn't. The last pieces didn't connect. She didn't remember how she went from the hotel to this small room.

Several loud knocks on the door made Eva jump. She stared at the door, worried of who would walk in, but no one did.

'Get cleaned up and dressed!' It was the voice of the muscled guy. Eva glanced at the dress. 'Your visitor is waiting.' Visitor? Who could this visitor be? Maybe the visitor could give her some answers. Eva grabbed the cloth and dapped it into the water. The lukewarm water felt nice on her skin. Trying to be thorough but quick, Eva freshened herself up. The fabric of the dress felt old and in a strange way it had something familiar. It was a knee-length summer dress. Not something Eva would pick out, but it wasn't an ugly dress. As she held it up, Eva remembered that the man had known she wasn't dressed yet. Her mind immediately went to a camera being there. She needed to find a way to get dressed without showing too much of herself. Her hands began to shake. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to have to think about guys watching her. About being locked up.

Eva changed into the dress with the use of the sheet. It hadn't been easy, but she would be rather be difficult than getting dressed with guys possibly watching her. The dress was light and flowy. It made Eva very self-conscious. She felt uncomfortable no longer wearing her own clothes, which were lying in a pile next to the bed. Now she had to wait for her visitor. It felt like all she was doing was waiting right now. Wasting time.

The door got unlocked and the muscle guy walked back in, carrying a tray with a tin mug and a plate with food. Without a word, he placed it on the table. Eva watched his movements. They seemed calm; as if it was normal giving food to a person they were holding. He left quickly after putting everything down. However, before he left, he took Eva's old clothes and the bowl with him. The door was locked when he was out of the room. Eva looked at the food. It was some plain bread and some unidentifiable gooey mass. There seemed to be water in the mug. She was unsure she could take it. They had taken care of her wounds and of furnishing the room, but what if that was just to get her off guard? Just so they could end up poisoning her with food.

Eva quickly turned around to the door when she heard it being opened again. When she saw the person behind the door, she felt her legs go weak. She felt shock.

'Ciao, mia figlia.'

TBC.