AN: I am finding my joy in writing this story again. I did want to say this, I was looking at all the stories I had published in the past and can honestly say I do not remember doing most of them. Its essentially amnesia on an entirely different scale. Its so bad that I have an app that can read the story to me and it was reading one of my stories and I was shocked at the twists the story had. I wrote the damn thing. And I have no memory of it. So please, I do apologize if something is repetitive. Also, this story is going to major creep factor and I am debating changing it to "R"
Please review, they do make me smile.
John Ryan watched as he saw the helicopter approaching. Along with the pilot, John Ryan had one other man on the plane with him: another paramedic, Ron. The three of them had worked together for just over five years and had quickly advanced up the ladder for the project. They were the elites; the ones called in for urgent matters. The ones called in when something needed to be handle with exceptional care.
And as the team had reviewed the file, John Ryan understood why they had been assigned. He, the pilot and Ron had spoken with the higher ups, to orchestrate every step of the process.
They would be flying under the guise of a medical transport; transporting a young woman to Oklahoma City for needed medical care. John Ryan had been assured that an IV had already been placed; so that if the jet were prevented from taking off for some reason, the woman could be quickly sedated and therefore would be unable to expose them.
But John Ryan knew there would not be an issue; he had already paid off the airport officials. They were in the clear. The team had gotten to the small airport a little over an hour ago and had begun to prepare the jet for transport. The pilot had checked over the equipment, ensured the jet was fueled, etc. Ron and John Ryan had handled the medical aspects of it; the jet was full of all needed equipment and supplies. Everything including sedatives, restraints, blankets, various medications, tubes and monitors. The patient would be completely handled on the jet.
And the jet was large. Aside from the team, their patient and at least four other people could fly with them. John Ryan knew the girl was there and so was Doc, Leaff and Clyde. That left room for one more and John Ryan knew the higher ups would be sending someone to monitor.
He just didn't know who it was. Not yet.
It was often one of the specialized doctors, often an anesthesiologist or emergency medicine doctor. John Ryan really did not give a damn who they sent, as long as they could do their job.
"Looks like they are here," Ron elbowed John Ryan before the two men climbed off the plane and held back as the chopper landed.
The two men walked up as the hatch slid open and both shook hands with the chopper medic.
"Y'all got a fight on your hands!" He laughed as John Ryan and Ron reached in to grab the rails of the gurney. "She is damn feisty!"
John Ryan and Ron both laughed, "We've been told; she can't be that bad."
"You keep on thinking that; she just gave Doc a bloody nose."
John Ryan looked up at the medic. "Seriously?"
The medic laughed as the three men pulled the gurney off the chopper and began walking it to the jet. "Hell yeah she did; he is still in there trying to get the bleeding to stop!"
Ron couldn't stop himself and laughed as he glanced down at the woman. "This thing? She broke his nose? How?"
The medic's smile grew larger, "Don't underestimate her; she's out cold because we had to sedate her. Again. She even fought the sedation." The gurney came to a stop just outside the jet and the chopper medic pulled back the sheet. "She's been restrained the entire flight. But before she was sedated, I saw her trying to get out of them. She did manage to get her right hand free."
"Ah, so that's how she broke his nose?"
The medic laughed again, "nope; she did that restrained. She was mouthing off to him and he was growing furious. I decided to sedate her before he killed her, but as I was loading the syringe, he reached over to grab her shoulders and hold her still… well.. and she headbutted him."
All three men rolled with laughter; Doc deserved it. They knew he did; he was the epitome of an asshole. He was one of the lowest on the ladder, but the higher ups kept him because he was able to continue the supply. Kept him happy so that he could keep bringing the subjects in.
And Doc thought he was hot shit; but everyone else in the project knew otherwise. They knew he was a pawn, one that the higher ups just spoke to in order to keep the supply chain coming. He was the one who the project would throw to the wolves, he was the one up for arrest.
And somehow Doc was oblivious to the entire process.
John Ryan rolled his eyes as he grabbed the sheet and pulled it back over the woman; shielding her from the cold wind.
"How long ago did you sedate her?" Ron asked, as the three men worked to load the gurney onto the jet.
The medic looked down at his watch, "about an hour ago, I expect her to start waking up soon. But I don't want to be here when she does."
The three men worked in tandem to secure the gurney, Ron reached over and checked the restraints but stopped when he noticed something.
"Where is the IV?" He asked, looking at her hands and arms.
The medic quirked an eyebrow. "I told you she was a pain in the ass; she ripped that out too." Ron grunted, wondering what he had gotten himself into. "Here is the record so far," the medic handed over a clipboard, "all her vitals and medications given. And… well good luck!"
Ron and John Ryan watched as the medic left the plane nodding as Doc, Leaff and Clyde boarded.
"Are we good to go?" Doc huffed without even greeting the men.
John Ryan looked around, before Ron stepped forward. "Dr. Taylor is joining us; he should be here in a minute."
There was silence as the men took their seats on the jet; blood still dripping from Doc's nose.
But then a moan broke the silence and John Ryan looked down to see the woman slowly coming to. "I will handle her," John Ryan warned, seeing Doc about to stand up. He was worried how Doc would react, what he would do once he saw her awake.
As John Ryan stood back up and leaned over the woman, he saw Dr. Taylor boarding the jet, a coffee in his hands.
"Who do we have here?" The doctor asked, seeing John Ryan leaning over the woman.
Ron handed over the chart as the door to the plane was secure and the jet began rolling down the runway.
"Hon," John Ryan whispered, making sure his voice was soft and kind. "You are okay. We are taking you to a hospital," he wasn't lying, she was going to a hospital. "I am a paramedic. Is it okay if I look you over?" He did not wait for a nod, but gently pulled the sheet away. "I just want to make sure you are okay, how about I get you a warm blanket?" He turned around and grabbed a blanket before draping It over her, watching as she seemed to relax. "We have to keep you on a backboard right now, you cannot move your arms or legs but it's for your safely it was a bad accident."
"My.." she sighed and John Ryan ran a hand down her hair. "Team?"
John Ryan took her hand in his as Ron found a vein. "They are fine sweetie, just fine. My friend needs to start an IV, you'll feel a small stick, okay?"
"I'm tired," she sighed as Ron secured the IV.
"You can go to sleep for a few minutes; we will wake you up when we get there."
And had JJ been aware enough, had she been alert enough and did not have numerous drugs coursing through her system, she would have picked up on the hands that were roaming her body, the restraints around her wrists and ankles, she would have picked up on the fact that after an accident, she would have never been told to go to sleep.
But she wasn't. She wasn't aware enough. And as she slipped back into blissful sleep, the jet roared down the runway before lifting into the sky. And had she been able to look out the window, JJ would have seen a building surrounded by flashing lights and black SUV's. JJ would have seen numerous figures walking around. But she saw nothing, saw nothing as the plane ascended higher and higher, taking JJ away from any hope of safety. Any hope of her team finding her before she was hidden away for a long time to come.