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Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
- From the television show The Wonder Years
Chapter 6.
Kelly, Jill, Bosley, Julie was finishing up the dinner when they heard the doorbell. Kelly rose and let in Bill. Ella had all ready finished, and she was playing with Anna Hawk, a neighbor in her age, in her room.
"I can't offer any food, but can I get you anything else?" Kelly offered, glancing at Jill, who had leaned back in the chair, very full, with a big smile on her face.
"No, thank you Kelly."
"Have you gotten anything?" Jill asked.
"I've got an ID of the dead man. His name is Sam Hockley. He's been in jail once for rape and abuse."
"And what about the gun?"
"The bullets matches Kris' gun."
"Damn it…" Jill sighed.
"But."
"But what?"
"But, there are other fingerprints than Kris' on the gun. We have removed the prints, but all the searches in the databases has returned negative. So we need to find the match.""Well, that makes me feel a little better." Jill smiled.
"Yeah, me too." Bill smiled. "I talked to Charlie by the way, he told me about the shooting." Bill said, and met Jill's eyes. She did an eye roll and nodded, and Bill continued. "My team went to the beach and combed it, and they found some bullets, most likely from the shooter. They haven't found a match on them, we need the gun to identify them. We've also talked around with people who's been close to the beach, and there was an old couple who saw a blue station wagon drive off in a hurry. They didn't get the license plate, but they knew there was a man driving, in his thirties, dark hair."
"Could have been Rick." Julie said.
"Could have been, could not have been." Bill said. "Tomorrow, all the computer readouts should be finished on the bartenders and Mr Hooth, Ms Hanson and Mr York. So let's call it a night, and we'll go through these people in the morning."
Jill looked at her watch.
"I should go down to the hospital, Kris said she would be released tonight. I promised to pick her up, and I need to go to her place and pick up some clothes too."
"I'll follow you there." Bosley smiled.
Jill nodded.
"Good, I don't got a car here."
"Why don't you drop me off Bos, and then we'll meet up at the office in the morning? Not much we can do right now anyway." Julie suggested.
Kelly nodded.
"Good idea."
Bosley, Jill, Julie and Bill left the house, and Bill went into his police car, while the others got into Bosley's car.
Bosley dropped off Julie at her house, before they went to the beach. Jill grabbed a pair of Kris' sweatpants, a sweater and some underwear before they headed to the hospital.
"Hey Kris."
Kris looked up and met Bosley and Jill's eyes.
"Hi."
"You look tired." Jill said, walking up to her sister's side.
"I am."
"Sure you're ready to go home? Maybe you should stay a little longer, to make sure you're resting completely."
"Jill, I will rest better at home than here. You know that."
"Yes, as long as nothing happens."
"Like what?"
Jill suddenly realized she was putting her foot in her mouth. She looked at Bosley, who nodded for her to tell Kris about what had happened.
"Like what Jill?"
"Eh… Like someone firing at us."
"Someone fired at you?"
"Yeah, at me and Kelly."
"Are you all right? Is Kelly all right?"
"Kelly's fine."
Kris stared at Jill, and then looked her over from her head to her feet.
"Are you hurt?"
"It's just a scratch Kris."
"You promise?"
"I promise. Now, here's some clothes. Get changed and we'll get you home."
Kris nodded and grabbed the bag from Jill, and headed towards the bathroom.
"Need help in there?" Jill asked.
"No, I'll be fine Jill."
"Don't lock the door, and call if you need help."
Kris rolled her eyes, and went into the bathroom. Jill knew Kris was annoyed, but she knew her sister very well. One minute she was strong as an ox, the other minute she was breaking down in tears.
Several minutes later, Jill was getting impatient.
"Kris?" Jill called, knocking the door.
When there was no answer Jill pulled up the door and looked in. Kris was sitting on the toilet with the cover down, staring at the bruises on her thighs. Jill gave Bosley a nod that said `it's all right´ before she went into the bathroom.
"Kris?"
"What did someone do to me?"
Jill walked up to Kris and put her arms around her.
"Ssch, Kris, it will be okay. We will find out what happened, you hear me?"
Kris nodded slowly, still staring at the bruises. Jill looked down at them, noticing how dark and how big they were. She then looked up at Kris, and gently grabbed her cheek.
"Hey, look at me. Let's get you dressed, let's get home and let's get some sleep, all right?"
Kris nodded again, and Jill brushed her tears away with her thumbs. She then helped Kris to get dressed, and both of the sisters walked back out into the room. Bosley put a gentle hand on Kris shoulder as they came out.
"You okay?"
Kris nodded, and then, without warning, she threw herself around Bosley's neck, hugging him close.
"Hey there." He laughed, and hugged her back.
"Why can't all men be like you John Bosley?" Kris said as she let go of him.
"I don't think the investigator profession would be very interesting then." Jill smiled and gestured towards the wheelchair. Kris sighed.
"I don't need to be driven."
"You've been in here several times and you know just as well as us that it's hospital rules." Bosley smiled.
"Isn't it you that often says that rules are made to be broken?" Kris smiled and sat down in the chair.
"May have said it once in a while, but not in this case." Bosley smiled, as they walked out of the hospital, Jill pushing Kris, then taking them home to the beach house.
A few hours after they got home, Jill walked out into the kitchen, and found Kris by the table. She had emptied her bag that she'd brought from the hospital on the table, just staring at it.
"What's up sister?"
Kris looked up at Jill.
"I think I've been robbed."
"What?"
"The earrings and the necklace I was wearing at the club, they're not here."
"Expensive?"
"Yeah, very. Charlie got them for me when I was on a case, posing as a wealthy woman. He let me keep them after. They were… very expensive."
"Why'd you wear them at a nightclub?"
"Oh, Jill. They are fantastic, they fitted with the dress, and I did not plan to be drugged."
"Well. Let's tell Bill in the morning."
Kris nodded in agreement.
Later that night, just before Jill was about to tuck in for the night, she walked passed Kris' bedroom, opening the door slightly and peaked it. She put her head on the side when she saw her sister sitting on the edge of the bed, with a photo album in her hand. Jill knocked the door a little, and Kris looked up.
"Is this a solo game, or can anyone join in?"
"Not anyone. But you can." Kris smiled, blinking away some tears.
Jill walked in and sat down next to Kris, looking at the pictures on the sides that Kris was looking at. On one of the sides, there was pictures of Kris and Jill playing around on the beach, and they were not more than five and seven. On the other side they found a picture of them, being hugged from behind at the same time by their mother.
"Good old days." Jill said, putting an arm around her sister, who remained quiet. "Why are you looking at these?"
"I dug them out from the attic when I got amnesia the last time, and I sat up the entire night looking them through."
Jill nodded. She had remembered when Kelly called her, telling her that Kris had been bit by a car and had amnesia after witnessing a murder.* Jill hadn't been able to come at the time, she was driving a grand prix in Spain, but she had been so upset, and she had called Kris several times, and they had been in the phone for hours. Now Kris was experiencing memory loss again, even just for a few hours, not several years, but Jill understood that she was upset.
"Come on Kris, put them away and try to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning."
Kris nodded, and the sisters hugged goodnight.
About three hours later Kris awoke by a noise. She turned on her light and grabbed the spare gun from her nightstand when she heard voices and footsteps in the house. It sounded like someone opened drawers and looked around. With a finger on the trigger, Kris walked towards the living room.
Kris didn't even make it to the living room before she heard the sound of gunshots. First she felt confused, then she remembered the fact that her sister was in the house, and she had most likely heard them too. Kris opened the door, and stood face to face with a tall, dark colored man. She knew she had seen him before, but she couldn't place his face. Before she had any chance of even reacting, he had grabbed her, and due to the size of his biceps, he tossed her through half the room without a problem. Kris landed hard against the wall.
Before she managed to get to her feet, the house was quiet and empty. Kris grabbed the hold of the couch and pulled herself to her feet, and looked around in her room. Her eyes caught the sight on her sisters big blonde hair behind a couch, and she hurried to her side. As she got closer, her eyes got wider. After seeing the blood, she quickly grabbed a phone to call for an ambulance.
I love cliffhangers. Hehe.
