mozzi-girl:
Thanks! I love how we love all the same bands, I know you said you like Skillet and Evanescence before. Are you a Three Day's Grace fan too? Just wondering, since their one of my favorites too and that would be kinda weird but kinda cool, because that would mean we like the same music!
You are now Special Agent Natara Williams
You walk into the station the next morning, Mal at your side. Suddenly remember you forgot a few papers in Mal's car, you say "Hold on, forgot something in your car. Meet you down at the crime lab?". Mal nods and you run back outside, the strong wind whipping your hair about your face and briefly obscuring your eyes. Pulling your hair out of your face, you sprint back to Mal's car and quickly retrieve your papers. You slam the door, but the papers are immediately whipped out of your hand.
"Dammit!" you yell, but your exclamation of anger is lost in the winds howl. Feeling stupid, you run after your papers. Several only dropped to the ground, but a few are swept off the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. You run forward, stomping your foot one one, trapping it, but also pushing it into the rough ground. Without even looking at it, you grab it from under your foot and go after the next one and retrieve it, leaving only one paper left. It's blown across the street, and only after quickly glancing at nearby traffic do you sprint across and stomp your foot on the paper. You reach down to pick it up, but someone else was already doing the same. Before you can react to the man grabbing the paper, you bend down to grab it. Your heads meet as you reach for it, and you instinctively look up. Your eyes meet a familiar sight, and you instinctively recoil and exclaim "You!".
Then man's eyes widen with pure shock and he begins to back up as if he thinks you are mad. You simply stand, utterly shocked for a moment. You could have sworn this man was Shawn, but it is not. He has a similar build to Shawn, similar face and eyes. But this man's hair is a much lighter color, blonde even. He also has a long scar across his face, and unlike Shawn does not wear glasses.
"Sorry" you say quickly "I thought you were someone else". You see the man is still holding your paper, but notice he still seems shocked. This doesn't surprise you, you had practically screamed at him earlier. After a long and awkward second the man hands you the paper, walking away. Still, as you cross the street, you can't help but think the man is still watching you.
You are now former Special Agent Shawn Mallory.
In anger you slam your hands down on the sink in the bathroom of your hotel, hanging your head. You saw her, only an hour ago, you saw her. But did she recognize you? No. Not with the blonde hair, or the contacts. Not with the scars. But it was there, briefly. Only when their eyes had met, when she had exclaimed "You!". You look up in the mirror above the sink, hating every aspect of what you've become. She hates you, and even worse, you know she has a good reason to.
You are now Special Agent Natara Williams
"Nat!" your partner says, calling you out of your daze. It startled you, but you do not show it.
"What?" you asked angrily, annoyed for no particular reason. You watch as Mal's eyebrows raise questioningly at you.
"You seem a little…off. What's up?".
For a second you almost tell him that you swore you saw Shawn only an hour before. The utter shock you felt, yelling at the man you have mistaken for him.
But you don't, you simply say "It's nothing" and get back to work, telling yourself it was only your mind playing tricks on you. That this case, so similar to Shawn's, is bringing back bad memories. That you'll be fine as soon as you solve it.
Thanks for reading! Please review? :)
