I'm probably going to update once a week, no, not each story each week. So starting next week I will either update this story or my other one. Just putting that out there.~DJM
Chapter 3, Tony
"Boss, we got a hit on Angelina's BOLO." McGee said, gazing at his computer.
I leaped up from my seat. "Where?"
He looked at me suspiciously.
"Where, McGee?" Gibbs said, walking into the bullpen.
"Pittsburgh. Said to be on a Greyhound headed for Sacramento."
"Where is she now?"
Clicking. "Next transfer is in Salt Lake City, Utah, in a few hours."
"Check the passenger list for any aliases she has."
More clicking. "There is a Lynn Baker, age 15."
"Tell them to hold her at the next transfer."
Greyhound bus, Angelina
I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders and pressed my check against the bus wall. I'm almost there. Just two more transfers.
The ride had been exhausting. Almost three days nonstop. I checked my watch. 08:09 pm.
"Excuse me, ma'am, where are we?" I asked, tapping the shoulder of the lady in front of me.
She smiled. "Let's see," Tapping, probably one of those iPod location thingies. "Evanston, Wyoming." She looked at me softly. "Are you meeting someone?" Gosh, she probably thought I was, like, ten or something.
"Um, yeah. My... half brother. Alex." I lied.
"I'm Michelle. You?"
"Lynn."
"It's nice to meet you, Lynn." She looked at me worriedly. "You okay?"
I nodded. "Just a bit tired."
A/N: There is no half-brother. She made it up! Alex is someone else you haven't met yet. Just putting that out there...
Salt Lake City, Utah
"Lynn? Lynn, we're here." Michelle said, shaking me awake.
I rubbed my eyes and walked off the bus.
"There's a bench over there," she said, pointing.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked as we sat down.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you don't even know me. This isn't exactly typical behavior toward strangers."
She shrugged. "I guess it has a lot to do with my job. Social worker."
I tensed. Social worker. Bad, bad, bad, bad. Nine years of social workers. Too much.
"You need anything? Are you hungry? We're going to be stuck here for about two hours."
I looked around. "I'm good,"
"Okay then."
I checked my watch again. 10:20. Arg! "What I really need is some coffee," I blurted out.
"You drink coffee?"
"Yeah," I said, pulling out my wallet and walking over to the shop. "My, er, friend drank it, and I guess the stuff kinda grew on me."
One hour later
11:40. Just ten minutes left. Hurry up, bus!
I pulled out my iPod and turned the music on.
"Lynn!" Michelle said after a while, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You'll go deaf with you're music that loud." She held the ear bud up to her ear. "Nice choice,"
"Thanks," I said. "You're not like other social workers," I blurted out suddenly. Crap. Shit. She's definitely onto me now.
"Huh?"
I bit my lip. "They're usually not this nice."
"Speaking from personal experience?" she asked, getting up.
I shrugged. "I guess,"
She didn't say anything for a while as we walked toward the bus. "Lynn, did you run away?"
"Lynn Baker, you're coming with us!"
Just in case you don't know, that last line was the peoples who guard the bus stop or whatever. Like I said, I am about as unfamiliar as you can get when it comes to public transit. And I just now figured out how to do the line-divider thingys, so forgive me if I overdo it with them. REMEMBER: The more reviews I get, the faster I write! Same goes with follows/faves. Bye!