AN: I still don't own anything you recognize.
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Isabel. 25th April 2012, New York (Day of the second crash)
Elle pressed on the intercom "Gabby where are the photos from the February cover shoot? I need them on my desk 5 minutes ago"
Her receptionist reply came through immediately "Which ones Miss. Summers? Vincent Herald or Brian Kate?"
"Vincent."
Elle continued staring at her computer screen as she reached out for her latte. She took a sip and spat it out immediately. "Great" she mumbled to herself. Quickly she looked up at her door; it'd take Gabby at least another 5 minutes. She gracefully moved her hand over the spilt latte and it disappeared. Taking another quick glance at the door she held her coffee cup and warmed up the cold drink. Being an alien had its advantages. She took another sip of her latte and smiled just as Gabby walked through the door, "the photos you requested".
"Thanks Gabby."
"Miss Summers I'm going to head off now. Was there anything you wanted before I go?"
Elle looked up surprised, then checked her computer clock. Gabby was meant to leave work an hour ago. "Oh Gabby I'm sorry. Go home, come in late tomorrow. I'm sorry."
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Stretching back on her desk chair Elle stared vaguely at the computer clock "9:45, excellent" she said sarcastically to her empty office.
Panic washed over Elle as she remembered her plans for tonight. She picked up the phone and dialed the number, mentally rehearsing her apology.
"Hello?"
"It's Elle."
"Babe! This sauce smells amazing. You're on your way here? Could you pick up some wine? Hey wait what's the time? Aren't you late?"
"Yeah Chad I'm really sorry. That's why I called."
His only reply was a small grunt
"I've got this article and it's only half finished and–"
"No it's ok" he cut her off already knowing the end of the sentence "It's really ok. I'll put some on a plate and just see you tomorrow." Chad hung up not wanting to hear another pathetic excuse.
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After the short conversation with Chad it became harder for Elle to concentrate. Instead she found herself surfing the web, after ordering an insanely expensive pair of boots she found it. On a site devoted to alien theories, their big story was a crash in New Mexico. Roswell, New Mexico. Her eyes widened and for a few moments she couldn't breathe, was she reading it right? Was there really another crash?
Immediately she grabbed her purse, jacket and headed towards the door. Standing in the doorframe she realized how long it would take to drive, too long. There was no way she'd be able to get a flight for tonight…unless.
Sitting down again in her chair Isabel searched for the next flight to New Mexico. Staring at her computer Isabel silently debated what she was about to do. Holding her hands above the keyboard they glowed slightly and her screen flashed to a passenger list of some sort. Who should she bump off?
"Tessa Franklin, I'm sorry but there's been a problem with our computers" she mumbled as she deleted the name and replaced it with one of her aliases. She never liked the name Tess anyway.
Before leaving Isabel slid her hand over the bottom drawer releasing the lock. She didn't have time to sort through it so Isabel just poured the contents into her handbag, thank god big bags were 'in' again.
Isabel didn't bother logging out of her computer, knowing she'd never be back.
"Good Bye Elle Summers, it was fun" she muttered as she jogged out the door.
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A/N: I've noticed a lot of people put the couple pairings in the author notes and summary, so if you wanted that done just let me know. Please review.