I gotta get outta here!
Dylan ran through the wet streets of Los Angeles as the man chased after her. She ran past the small stores that had just closed recently, do to the fact that it was now one o' clock in the morning.
Dylan turned the corner at old man Simsons bakery, but found it to be a dead end. She was now in the ally she used to play soccer with her friends when she was a kid. She should of remembered where she was going, but right then, she couldn't remember a thing.
The thin man slowly started to back her up in the ally. Dylan backed up until she reached the wet concrete wall behind her.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The thin man started laughing as she walked all the way over to Dylan, their faces an inch apart.
Dylan held her breath in fear as he took his hand and started running it through her long auburn hair.
He slowly pressed his lips together with hers, closed his eyes, then rubbed his other hand along her cheek. Dylan kept her eyes open, in fear that the mysterious man who had been chasing her for the past hour would do something. Anything to hurt her.
The thin man pulled away, taking a strand of her hair with him.
"Oow!" The thin man smiled, grabbed her hand, and started pulling her with him.
Dylan pulled back. She didn't know who he was, or even her own name, but there was no way someone was gonna take advantage of her. The thin man stopped struggling and grabbed both of her hands.
He mouthed out the words, "It's going to be alright". Something in side of her let the thin man guide her out of the ally.
*****
Dylan's eyes slowly opened. When they did, she was met by the light bulb on the ceiling spilling out brightness throughout the room. Dylan squinted then rolled over. She saw the thin man slightly dozing in a silver chair inside the white room. Dylan rolled over to her other side and saw a observation window leading inside to the agencies lab. Dylan slowly sat up and found herself in a hospital type of bed.
She rose from the bed, finding her self in a big old blue 70's looking T shirt and shorts.
Dylan tried to sneek over to the door, but awoke the thin man by accidentally tripping over her slippers. The thin man stood up, walked over to her, and tried to lead her to the bed.
"No, I want to get out of this place." Was Dylan's reply as the thin man made her sit down on the bed.
The thin man shook his head no, then walked out the door, locking it behind him.
Dylan got up from the bed and banged on the window.
"You can't keep me in here! I have rights, I think. Oh God, I can't remember." Dylan slowly made her way back to the bed.
She tried to remember something, anything to help her figure out where she was. She slightly remembered last night. But all she could remember was the thin man pushing her into the car, then falling asleep in the back seat.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and two women walked in. One was a tall blonde, the other a sophisticated looking brunette. They both walked over to the bed and leaned on it.
"Hey Dylan. You feeling alright?" Dylan raised an eye brow at the blonde then sat up more on the bed.
"Is that my name?" Both of the women looked at each other, then sympathetically at her.
"Yes, your name is Dylan Sanders and you work for Charles Townsend investigations. Last night you were a victim to a car crash with Anthony, and now you have amnesia." The brunette informed her.
"Who's Anthony? Who are you?" Dylan asked frightened by what the two women were telling her.
"My name is Natalie Cook, and this is Alex Munday. We work for Charlie too, plus we're your best friends. Anthony is the man who saved you last night, if you can remember. He helped us with our last case, with the witness protection program. He was injured badly, but you stayed by his side the whole recovery. Last night you and Anthony went to a movie, but unfortunately you were injured in the car crash. You woke up an hour after the crash with amnesia." Natalie said with a half smile, trying to make Dylan feel better.
"So, I'm a spy. Cool." Dylan surprisingly got up and acted like it was no big thing.
"Um, yeah. Dylan, do you remember anything at all?" Alex asked as the followed Dylan to the other side of the room.
"Uh, don't I have a dog?" Natalie shook her head no. "Well then, I don't remember anything. Hey, do you guys have anything to, uh..."
"Eat?" Bosley had just appeared in the door way with a tray.
"Oh, yeah. That's what you call that stuff. So, who's the suit?" Dylan asked as she took the small biscuit from Bosley without the tray.
"She really is out of it?" Natalie and Alex nodded to Bosley as they took the tray and set it down by the bed.
"Well, Dylan, my name's Bosley. You can call me Bos. I work for Charlie too." Dylan didn't reply as she lifted the biscuit to her mouth. She examined it for a minute, then carefully took a small bite.
"You call this stuff food? It tastes like, uh.."
"Freezer burn? Yeah, I found it in the freezer out side of the hall. I think it's been in there for a while. Hey, tell ya what. It's almost time for Charlie to call, how about you get your clothes on and meet us out side." Bosley said as he started to leave.
"I have clothes?" Natalie smiled as she handed Dylan a pair of Jeans ad a red T shirt. The three left the room for Dylan to get ready. Dylan walked behind the small changing curtain and took off her shirt.
"I'm Dylan Sanders. My best friends names are Natalie and Alex . Bosley works for Charlie too, and the guy who saved me is Anthony. I'll try to remember that."
*****
Dylan walked outside of the small white room and was met by Alex. Alex took her across the hall to the office, where Natalie and Bosley were waiting for them.
"Good morning angels." Dylan jumped up from the couch she had just sat on in fear.
"Good morning Charlie." The others said as they pulled Dylan back on the couch.
"I thought your names were Natalie, Alex and Bos?"
"I see that Dylan isn't feeling like herself today?" Charlie asked in his concerned voice.
"Who's saying that?" Natalie giggled. Alex elbowed her in the stomach, then hugged Dylan.
"Um, Dylan. My name is Charlie."
"Oh, so you're the guy I work for." Dylan said with a smile as she leaned back on the couch.
"Yes, and as soon as you're feeling better you can return back to work. But until then, Natalie and Alex, we have a new case." Dylan stood up from the couch with a angry look on her face.
"Look Ch, uh, what was his name again. Charles, cheese, uh Cameron?" Natalie got up and lead Dylan back to the couch.
"It's Charlie." Alex informed Dylan.
"Yeah, Charlie. I'm feeling better. I can take on a case." Bosley laughed.
"What?" Dylan crossed her right leg over her left and folded her arms angrily.
"Well, maybe some other time. But for now, Natalie, Alex. Meet Chris Holmen. He has been in the witness protection program for ten years. He saw his ex best friend murder his girl friend, but then turned him in. Now that the murderer, Ben Zaas, is out of jail. Chris is in great danger."
"Wait! Zaas used to be Dylan's last name before the witness protection program." Natalie said with a concerned look on her face.
"I thought my last name was Sanders?" Natalie and Alex ignored Dylan this time as they directed their attention to Charlie.
"Yes, we believe he is Dylan's father. We aren't sure about that yet, but we're trying to get information on him right now." There was a moment of silence.
"Oh, I'm on it boss." Bosley with a sheepish smile got up and walked over to the computer.
"Dylan?" Dylan shot up from the couch when she heard her name.
"Yes, "boss"?" Natalie started to giggle, but turned it into a cough, for Dylans sake.
"Since you probably don't remember much, Anthony is going to help you with training. Just your regular Tai Kwon Do/ kick boxing. Anthony?" The door swung open and Anthony, now wearing a sexy black turtle neck and baggy black jeans, walked into the room.
"Have fun." Were Charlie's last words to Dylan before Anthony took her hand and dragged her out of the room.
*****
One, two. One, two. I think I get this fighting stuff.
Dylan was now practicing on a punch bag as Anthony watched with no expression.
"So, Anthony. What's our relation?" The thin man raised his eye brow, suddenly seeming nervous.
"I..I.." Every morning, before the car crash, Dylan would lead Anthony in his speaking classes. He hadn't talked since he was five years of age, so that made it even more difficult in his sessions. But Anthony was diligent in his sessions, he was doing well. But of course he still needed a little help.
Anthony decided to respond with a simple, "Close."
Dylan nodded as she side kicked the large punching bag, a drop of sweat ran down her cheek as Dylan quick fully and skillfully killed the lifeless piece of plastic.
"So, are we talking friend close, or boyfriend/girlfriend close?" Anthony looked at her sympathetically . He felt sorry for the love of his life. Or as he liked to call her, in his mind, his "angel". After that terrifying night on the roof of the deathtrap that hovered over Hollywood, Dylan had been by his side. It was a miracle that he survived the stab through the chest and the ten story fall, but somehow, God wasn't ready for him to go.
"Two." He responded, afraid to pronounce the choices she had given him.
"Oh, I see." Dylan said with a smile as she kicked the bag one last time before walking over to him.
Dylan looked him over. He was tall, strong, but dark and mysterious. She liked it.
Dylan leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, then pulled back. She smiled silently, Anthony smiled back. Just then, the doors to the gym opened quickly as Natalie walked into the room.
"Am I interrupting something?" Dylan shook her head no as her smile faded.
"Ok, Dylan. Your first, well, you know, uh, mission starts tomorrow. You're..." As Natalie talked, Dylan's vision blurred. She was trying o remember something, she could. She could now see who had hit them with their car.
It was a tall, middle aged, man. With blond hair, and warm inviting eyes, despite all of the leather the man was wearing.
She could see the two cars hitting. Then the strange man gets out, he opens her door, then gets a horrified look on his face.
"Dylan? Are you alright? Dylan?" Dylan regained awareness as Natalie nudged her on her shoulder.
"Uh, yeah." Anthony looked concerned, he put his comforting arm around her.
"I'll just talk to you about this later. Dylan, would you rather go back to your apartment or stay in the guest room here?" Natalie asked as the three started walking towards the door.
"Uh, let me see. Stay here and get observed like a lab rat in that horrible white room, or go home to where ever my apartment is. I'll take the apartment." Dylan answered. Natalie smiled, at least she still has a sense of humor.
"Ok, someone will have to go with you. Just in case." Anthony raised his hand voluntarily with a smile.
"One of us girls." Natalie responded with a smile. Anthony shrugged as the three left the gym.
*****
"So this is my apartment?" Dylan had just waked through the door of her small three room apartment. It was nice, but small. But she guessed it was big enough for one person.
"Yep, I haven't been over since the Disoto case. Remember, we had that sleep over and..." Natalie stopped talking, just now remembering about Dylan.
"Hey, it's ok. I'll probably get over this, uh, head problem soon, eh?" Dylan said, trying to get Natalie to believe it was no big thing. But inside she was crying for remembrance. She wanted to remember something, anything, that would get her through the rest of her life.
*****
"Got any threes?" Dylan and Natalie were sitting on her carpeted floor playing every card game in the book. They'd come so desperate as to play even "go fish", a simple child's game that somehow broke the silence.
"So, how long have I been dating this Anthony guy?" Dylan asked as the curves of her lips forced into a smile.
"Go fish, and you've been dating ever since the Shamus case. Of course you probably don't remember that. It was three months ago." Dylan nodded.
"Is it anything serious?" Natalie smiled.
"Well, I don't know. You'd never really fill me in on the juicy details. But it's like you have your own personal ken doll." Natalie said as Dylan took another card from the deck.
"Tell me my life's history." Dylan asked not looking at Natalie.
"Well, I'll tell you from what I know. Your mother died when you were five, you never met your father. You survived off of your older brother, who was killed in a car accident when you were eighteen. That's when Charlie took all of us under his wing. Since then, we've all been doing what we do best, being an angel." Natalie said with a small comforting smile. "Got any fives?"
Dylan handed Natalie her fives as she stared off into space, trying to comprehend what her supposedly best friend had just told her.
"What had happened recently, before the car crash?" Dylan asked. Natalie shrugged.
"Well Shamus, your ex boyfriend died. He was trying to kill you because you turned him in. So you don't have to worry about him anymore. But before the car crash we were going to go to that new coffee/karaoke house after you and Anthony went to the movies. That's about all that had happened." Suddenly the phone rang, Natalie answered the cordless phone sitting next to them.
"Hold on a sec." Natalie answered it with a smile. She didn't say anything for awhile she just nodded her head a couple of times before hanging up.
"Hey, Dyl. I have to jet. They need me at the agency. Are you going to be alright until I come back?" Dylan nodded as she stood up.
"Now, don't leave the house and one of us will be by in the morning to pick you up. Here's my cell number, call me if you need anything. Bye!" Dylan walked Natalie to the door, then watched as she ran to her car.
Dylan shrugged as she shut the door. Dylan walked back inside, and sat on the small leather couch.
"So, I really don't have any family to fall back on." Dylan figured if something happened to the people who she supposedly loved, she'd be alone and without any clue of a past. Dylan walked to her bed room, then walked over to some shelves that were filled with pictures.
There were some with her and Natalie and Alex. She saw one of her at the Monster Truck rally. Dylan laughed at the thought that she ever did something that insane and cool, but she went on down the line of pictures.
She came to unique a picture. It had a small four year old little girl in it, wearing jeans and a torn T shirt, being hugged by a beautiful auburn haired women. Dylan smiled as she ran her index finer over the picture. It looked torn and faded, as if some one had been holding it non stop for ten years.
Dylan went on down the row of pictures, but stopped at a small torn Polaroid. In the picture was a young looking man hugging the woman in the first picture. He looked similar to the man who had hit them with his car.
Dylan shrugged it off as she started for the other room, but first went back and grabbed the first picture.
She sat on the couch staring at it.
"This must have been my mother." Dylan said out loud. A tear ran down her cheek as she propped it up on the small coffee table by where she was sitting.
"The girl in the pictures wouldn't cry. Dylan wouldn't cry." Dylan decided to hide the pain, even though no one was there to see it. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
The large TV flickered on. Dylan started flipping through the many channels there were, until she got to the news.
"Good morning Los Angeles. I'm Tony Woods, here with your news. Yesterday at a local jail, Ben Zaas somehow escaped from prison and is now roaming our streets. This man is dangerous. If you see him, please stay away from him and give us a report. Now today at the local zoo..." Dylan was trying to remember what Charlie was saying. That this man might be her father.
He was the same man in the picture, the same man that had crashed into her car.
"I have to find him." He is the only one who can help me find my past.
*****
"So how long will this keep up?" Alex and Natalie were at the agencies lab, looking at Dylan's Xrays.
"Well, there's no telling. She could regain her memory at any time, but there is a possibility that she could never get it back." Natalie answered Alex's question.
"Poor Dylan." Natalie expressed as she sat on a chair leaning on the wall. Suddenly the door swung open and Anthony came in.
"Will......sh.....sh.....she....buh....be....o.....ok?" Anthony stuttered as he walked up to the girls.
"Um, yes. She'll be fine. How about you go check on her." Anthony nodded, giving the girls a look that he knew that they were lying, then left the lab.
*****
"Lets see. If I were a criminal, who also is my father, where would I be?" Dylan had taken here car out for a little joy ride.
Dylan drove through the busy, lighted streets, getting a feeling. A feeling she could remember. Los Angeles was a magical place at night. With night clubs, parties, everyone out looking for a good time.
Dylan turned up the radio, heavy medel blasting from the speakers. Dylan laughed, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way, literally.
Dylan parked in front of a bar, "Spend the Night". Dylan shrugged as she got out of her white convertible and walked up to the doors.
A guy in a leather jacket held the door open for her, Dylan smiled.
"How ya doing?" Dylan nodded, with out a word as she walked into the bar. Dylan sat at a small table in the corner as people walked past her, either giving her a nasty look, or a complementary drunk one.
"Give me another Jerry." Dylan looked at the counter, she saw, him. He was ordering a drink, which he obviously already had a few. Dylan smiled as she stood up and made her way over to the man who could be her father.
"Excuse me. Are you Ben Zaas?" A couple of people turned around, gave a laugh, then went back to their business.
"Yeah, who might you be?" He gave her a drunk smile as he took another swig of his drink.
"I'm your, uh, your daughter." Dylan hoped he would remember.
The man gave her a serious stare, then started laughing.
"I have no idea who you are. I don't have a daughter. No, I don't even have a wife." He laughed as he took another swig. Dylan grabbed the glass from him and threw it up against the wall.
"You know who I am. You do have a daughter, and you used to be married. You have to help me!" Suddenly the door to the smoke filled building opened, and in came Anthony. He grabbed Dylan's arm, she pulled back.
"Wait, Helen? Little Helen?" Dylan nodded with a smile. But before Ben could say anything else, Anthony grabbed her arm and started to pull her out of the building.
"Get off of me!" Dylan cried. She wasn't going to let Anthony pull her away from her past now.
"Go." Was all that Anthoy said as he got a better grip on her. He picked her up, Dylan kicking, trying to get free. But Anthony pulled her out of the bar before she could get the information she needed.
"What's your problem?" Dylan yelled as Anthony dropped her into the car. Anthony put the seat belt on Dylan then started the car.
"That was my father! You took me away from my father!" Anthony didn't look at Dylan, he just kept his eyes on the road.
"Don't you care?" Anthony stopped the car and turned to Dylan. He rubbed his hand through her hair, she pushed his hand away from her, waiting for a reply.
"I...I... care about you." Anthony gave her a smile. He had actually finished a sentence without stuttering, but that wasn't point.
"Well why won't you just let me go back there?" Dylan could feel a hot, angry tear run down her cheek. Anthony caught the tear with his hand.
"I...don't want you to get hurt." With that, Anthony started up the car and he continued back to Dylan's house.
Dylan ran through the wet streets of Los Angeles as the man chased after her. She ran past the small stores that had just closed recently, do to the fact that it was now one o' clock in the morning.
Dylan turned the corner at old man Simsons bakery, but found it to be a dead end. She was now in the ally she used to play soccer with her friends when she was a kid. She should of remembered where she was going, but right then, she couldn't remember a thing.
The thin man slowly started to back her up in the ally. Dylan backed up until she reached the wet concrete wall behind her.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The thin man started laughing as she walked all the way over to Dylan, their faces an inch apart.
Dylan held her breath in fear as he took his hand and started running it through her long auburn hair.
He slowly pressed his lips together with hers, closed his eyes, then rubbed his other hand along her cheek. Dylan kept her eyes open, in fear that the mysterious man who had been chasing her for the past hour would do something. Anything to hurt her.
The thin man pulled away, taking a strand of her hair with him.
"Oow!" The thin man smiled, grabbed her hand, and started pulling her with him.
Dylan pulled back. She didn't know who he was, or even her own name, but there was no way someone was gonna take advantage of her. The thin man stopped struggling and grabbed both of her hands.
He mouthed out the words, "It's going to be alright". Something in side of her let the thin man guide her out of the ally.
*****
Dylan's eyes slowly opened. When they did, she was met by the light bulb on the ceiling spilling out brightness throughout the room. Dylan squinted then rolled over. She saw the thin man slightly dozing in a silver chair inside the white room. Dylan rolled over to her other side and saw a observation window leading inside to the agencies lab. Dylan slowly sat up and found herself in a hospital type of bed.
She rose from the bed, finding her self in a big old blue 70's looking T shirt and shorts.
Dylan tried to sneek over to the door, but awoke the thin man by accidentally tripping over her slippers. The thin man stood up, walked over to her, and tried to lead her to the bed.
"No, I want to get out of this place." Was Dylan's reply as the thin man made her sit down on the bed.
The thin man shook his head no, then walked out the door, locking it behind him.
Dylan got up from the bed and banged on the window.
"You can't keep me in here! I have rights, I think. Oh God, I can't remember." Dylan slowly made her way back to the bed.
She tried to remember something, anything to help her figure out where she was. She slightly remembered last night. But all she could remember was the thin man pushing her into the car, then falling asleep in the back seat.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and two women walked in. One was a tall blonde, the other a sophisticated looking brunette. They both walked over to the bed and leaned on it.
"Hey Dylan. You feeling alright?" Dylan raised an eye brow at the blonde then sat up more on the bed.
"Is that my name?" Both of the women looked at each other, then sympathetically at her.
"Yes, your name is Dylan Sanders and you work for Charles Townsend investigations. Last night you were a victim to a car crash with Anthony, and now you have amnesia." The brunette informed her.
"Who's Anthony? Who are you?" Dylan asked frightened by what the two women were telling her.
"My name is Natalie Cook, and this is Alex Munday. We work for Charlie too, plus we're your best friends. Anthony is the man who saved you last night, if you can remember. He helped us with our last case, with the witness protection program. He was injured badly, but you stayed by his side the whole recovery. Last night you and Anthony went to a movie, but unfortunately you were injured in the car crash. You woke up an hour after the crash with amnesia." Natalie said with a half smile, trying to make Dylan feel better.
"So, I'm a spy. Cool." Dylan surprisingly got up and acted like it was no big thing.
"Um, yeah. Dylan, do you remember anything at all?" Alex asked as the followed Dylan to the other side of the room.
"Uh, don't I have a dog?" Natalie shook her head no. "Well then, I don't remember anything. Hey, do you guys have anything to, uh..."
"Eat?" Bosley had just appeared in the door way with a tray.
"Oh, yeah. That's what you call that stuff. So, who's the suit?" Dylan asked as she took the small biscuit from Bosley without the tray.
"She really is out of it?" Natalie and Alex nodded to Bosley as they took the tray and set it down by the bed.
"Well, Dylan, my name's Bosley. You can call me Bos. I work for Charlie too." Dylan didn't reply as she lifted the biscuit to her mouth. She examined it for a minute, then carefully took a small bite.
"You call this stuff food? It tastes like, uh.."
"Freezer burn? Yeah, I found it in the freezer out side of the hall. I think it's been in there for a while. Hey, tell ya what. It's almost time for Charlie to call, how about you get your clothes on and meet us out side." Bosley said as he started to leave.
"I have clothes?" Natalie smiled as she handed Dylan a pair of Jeans ad a red T shirt. The three left the room for Dylan to get ready. Dylan walked behind the small changing curtain and took off her shirt.
"I'm Dylan Sanders. My best friends names are Natalie and Alex . Bosley works for Charlie too, and the guy who saved me is Anthony. I'll try to remember that."
*****
Dylan walked outside of the small white room and was met by Alex. Alex took her across the hall to the office, where Natalie and Bosley were waiting for them.
"Good morning angels." Dylan jumped up from the couch she had just sat on in fear.
"Good morning Charlie." The others said as they pulled Dylan back on the couch.
"I thought your names were Natalie, Alex and Bos?"
"I see that Dylan isn't feeling like herself today?" Charlie asked in his concerned voice.
"Who's saying that?" Natalie giggled. Alex elbowed her in the stomach, then hugged Dylan.
"Um, Dylan. My name is Charlie."
"Oh, so you're the guy I work for." Dylan said with a smile as she leaned back on the couch.
"Yes, and as soon as you're feeling better you can return back to work. But until then, Natalie and Alex, we have a new case." Dylan stood up from the couch with a angry look on her face.
"Look Ch, uh, what was his name again. Charles, cheese, uh Cameron?" Natalie got up and lead Dylan back to the couch.
"It's Charlie." Alex informed Dylan.
"Yeah, Charlie. I'm feeling better. I can take on a case." Bosley laughed.
"What?" Dylan crossed her right leg over her left and folded her arms angrily.
"Well, maybe some other time. But for now, Natalie, Alex. Meet Chris Holmen. He has been in the witness protection program for ten years. He saw his ex best friend murder his girl friend, but then turned him in. Now that the murderer, Ben Zaas, is out of jail. Chris is in great danger."
"Wait! Zaas used to be Dylan's last name before the witness protection program." Natalie said with a concerned look on her face.
"I thought my last name was Sanders?" Natalie and Alex ignored Dylan this time as they directed their attention to Charlie.
"Yes, we believe he is Dylan's father. We aren't sure about that yet, but we're trying to get information on him right now." There was a moment of silence.
"Oh, I'm on it boss." Bosley with a sheepish smile got up and walked over to the computer.
"Dylan?" Dylan shot up from the couch when she heard her name.
"Yes, "boss"?" Natalie started to giggle, but turned it into a cough, for Dylans sake.
"Since you probably don't remember much, Anthony is going to help you with training. Just your regular Tai Kwon Do/ kick boxing. Anthony?" The door swung open and Anthony, now wearing a sexy black turtle neck and baggy black jeans, walked into the room.
"Have fun." Were Charlie's last words to Dylan before Anthony took her hand and dragged her out of the room.
*****
One, two. One, two. I think I get this fighting stuff.
Dylan was now practicing on a punch bag as Anthony watched with no expression.
"So, Anthony. What's our relation?" The thin man raised his eye brow, suddenly seeming nervous.
"I..I.." Every morning, before the car crash, Dylan would lead Anthony in his speaking classes. He hadn't talked since he was five years of age, so that made it even more difficult in his sessions. But Anthony was diligent in his sessions, he was doing well. But of course he still needed a little help.
Anthony decided to respond with a simple, "Close."
Dylan nodded as she side kicked the large punching bag, a drop of sweat ran down her cheek as Dylan quick fully and skillfully killed the lifeless piece of plastic.
"So, are we talking friend close, or boyfriend/girlfriend close?" Anthony looked at her sympathetically . He felt sorry for the love of his life. Or as he liked to call her, in his mind, his "angel". After that terrifying night on the roof of the deathtrap that hovered over Hollywood, Dylan had been by his side. It was a miracle that he survived the stab through the chest and the ten story fall, but somehow, God wasn't ready for him to go.
"Two." He responded, afraid to pronounce the choices she had given him.
"Oh, I see." Dylan said with a smile as she kicked the bag one last time before walking over to him.
Dylan looked him over. He was tall, strong, but dark and mysterious. She liked it.
Dylan leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, then pulled back. She smiled silently, Anthony smiled back. Just then, the doors to the gym opened quickly as Natalie walked into the room.
"Am I interrupting something?" Dylan shook her head no as her smile faded.
"Ok, Dylan. Your first, well, you know, uh, mission starts tomorrow. You're..." As Natalie talked, Dylan's vision blurred. She was trying o remember something, she could. She could now see who had hit them with their car.
It was a tall, middle aged, man. With blond hair, and warm inviting eyes, despite all of the leather the man was wearing.
She could see the two cars hitting. Then the strange man gets out, he opens her door, then gets a horrified look on his face.
"Dylan? Are you alright? Dylan?" Dylan regained awareness as Natalie nudged her on her shoulder.
"Uh, yeah." Anthony looked concerned, he put his comforting arm around her.
"I'll just talk to you about this later. Dylan, would you rather go back to your apartment or stay in the guest room here?" Natalie asked as the three started walking towards the door.
"Uh, let me see. Stay here and get observed like a lab rat in that horrible white room, or go home to where ever my apartment is. I'll take the apartment." Dylan answered. Natalie smiled, at least she still has a sense of humor.
"Ok, someone will have to go with you. Just in case." Anthony raised his hand voluntarily with a smile.
"One of us girls." Natalie responded with a smile. Anthony shrugged as the three left the gym.
*****
"So this is my apartment?" Dylan had just waked through the door of her small three room apartment. It was nice, but small. But she guessed it was big enough for one person.
"Yep, I haven't been over since the Disoto case. Remember, we had that sleep over and..." Natalie stopped talking, just now remembering about Dylan.
"Hey, it's ok. I'll probably get over this, uh, head problem soon, eh?" Dylan said, trying to get Natalie to believe it was no big thing. But inside she was crying for remembrance. She wanted to remember something, anything, that would get her through the rest of her life.
*****
"Got any threes?" Dylan and Natalie were sitting on her carpeted floor playing every card game in the book. They'd come so desperate as to play even "go fish", a simple child's game that somehow broke the silence.
"So, how long have I been dating this Anthony guy?" Dylan asked as the curves of her lips forced into a smile.
"Go fish, and you've been dating ever since the Shamus case. Of course you probably don't remember that. It was three months ago." Dylan nodded.
"Is it anything serious?" Natalie smiled.
"Well, I don't know. You'd never really fill me in on the juicy details. But it's like you have your own personal ken doll." Natalie said as Dylan took another card from the deck.
"Tell me my life's history." Dylan asked not looking at Natalie.
"Well, I'll tell you from what I know. Your mother died when you were five, you never met your father. You survived off of your older brother, who was killed in a car accident when you were eighteen. That's when Charlie took all of us under his wing. Since then, we've all been doing what we do best, being an angel." Natalie said with a small comforting smile. "Got any fives?"
Dylan handed Natalie her fives as she stared off into space, trying to comprehend what her supposedly best friend had just told her.
"What had happened recently, before the car crash?" Dylan asked. Natalie shrugged.
"Well Shamus, your ex boyfriend died. He was trying to kill you because you turned him in. So you don't have to worry about him anymore. But before the car crash we were going to go to that new coffee/karaoke house after you and Anthony went to the movies. That's about all that had happened." Suddenly the phone rang, Natalie answered the cordless phone sitting next to them.
"Hold on a sec." Natalie answered it with a smile. She didn't say anything for awhile she just nodded her head a couple of times before hanging up.
"Hey, Dyl. I have to jet. They need me at the agency. Are you going to be alright until I come back?" Dylan nodded as she stood up.
"Now, don't leave the house and one of us will be by in the morning to pick you up. Here's my cell number, call me if you need anything. Bye!" Dylan walked Natalie to the door, then watched as she ran to her car.
Dylan shrugged as she shut the door. Dylan walked back inside, and sat on the small leather couch.
"So, I really don't have any family to fall back on." Dylan figured if something happened to the people who she supposedly loved, she'd be alone and without any clue of a past. Dylan walked to her bed room, then walked over to some shelves that were filled with pictures.
There were some with her and Natalie and Alex. She saw one of her at the Monster Truck rally. Dylan laughed at the thought that she ever did something that insane and cool, but she went on down the line of pictures.
She came to unique a picture. It had a small four year old little girl in it, wearing jeans and a torn T shirt, being hugged by a beautiful auburn haired women. Dylan smiled as she ran her index finer over the picture. It looked torn and faded, as if some one had been holding it non stop for ten years.
Dylan went on down the row of pictures, but stopped at a small torn Polaroid. In the picture was a young looking man hugging the woman in the first picture. He looked similar to the man who had hit them with his car.
Dylan shrugged it off as she started for the other room, but first went back and grabbed the first picture.
She sat on the couch staring at it.
"This must have been my mother." Dylan said out loud. A tear ran down her cheek as she propped it up on the small coffee table by where she was sitting.
"The girl in the pictures wouldn't cry. Dylan wouldn't cry." Dylan decided to hide the pain, even though no one was there to see it. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
The large TV flickered on. Dylan started flipping through the many channels there were, until she got to the news.
"Good morning Los Angeles. I'm Tony Woods, here with your news. Yesterday at a local jail, Ben Zaas somehow escaped from prison and is now roaming our streets. This man is dangerous. If you see him, please stay away from him and give us a report. Now today at the local zoo..." Dylan was trying to remember what Charlie was saying. That this man might be her father.
He was the same man in the picture, the same man that had crashed into her car.
"I have to find him." He is the only one who can help me find my past.
*****
"So how long will this keep up?" Alex and Natalie were at the agencies lab, looking at Dylan's Xrays.
"Well, there's no telling. She could regain her memory at any time, but there is a possibility that she could never get it back." Natalie answered Alex's question.
"Poor Dylan." Natalie expressed as she sat on a chair leaning on the wall. Suddenly the door swung open and Anthony came in.
"Will......sh.....sh.....she....buh....be....o.....ok?" Anthony stuttered as he walked up to the girls.
"Um, yes. She'll be fine. How about you go check on her." Anthony nodded, giving the girls a look that he knew that they were lying, then left the lab.
*****
"Lets see. If I were a criminal, who also is my father, where would I be?" Dylan had taken here car out for a little joy ride.
Dylan drove through the busy, lighted streets, getting a feeling. A feeling she could remember. Los Angeles was a magical place at night. With night clubs, parties, everyone out looking for a good time.
Dylan turned up the radio, heavy medel blasting from the speakers. Dylan laughed, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way, literally.
Dylan parked in front of a bar, "Spend the Night". Dylan shrugged as she got out of her white convertible and walked up to the doors.
A guy in a leather jacket held the door open for her, Dylan smiled.
"How ya doing?" Dylan nodded, with out a word as she walked into the bar. Dylan sat at a small table in the corner as people walked past her, either giving her a nasty look, or a complementary drunk one.
"Give me another Jerry." Dylan looked at the counter, she saw, him. He was ordering a drink, which he obviously already had a few. Dylan smiled as she stood up and made her way over to the man who could be her father.
"Excuse me. Are you Ben Zaas?" A couple of people turned around, gave a laugh, then went back to their business.
"Yeah, who might you be?" He gave her a drunk smile as he took another swig of his drink.
"I'm your, uh, your daughter." Dylan hoped he would remember.
The man gave her a serious stare, then started laughing.
"I have no idea who you are. I don't have a daughter. No, I don't even have a wife." He laughed as he took another swig. Dylan grabbed the glass from him and threw it up against the wall.
"You know who I am. You do have a daughter, and you used to be married. You have to help me!" Suddenly the door to the smoke filled building opened, and in came Anthony. He grabbed Dylan's arm, she pulled back.
"Wait, Helen? Little Helen?" Dylan nodded with a smile. But before Ben could say anything else, Anthony grabbed her arm and started to pull her out of the building.
"Get off of me!" Dylan cried. She wasn't going to let Anthony pull her away from her past now.
"Go." Was all that Anthoy said as he got a better grip on her. He picked her up, Dylan kicking, trying to get free. But Anthony pulled her out of the bar before she could get the information she needed.
"What's your problem?" Dylan yelled as Anthony dropped her into the car. Anthony put the seat belt on Dylan then started the car.
"That was my father! You took me away from my father!" Anthony didn't look at Dylan, he just kept his eyes on the road.
"Don't you care?" Anthony stopped the car and turned to Dylan. He rubbed his hand through her hair, she pushed his hand away from her, waiting for a reply.
"I...I... care about you." Anthony gave her a smile. He had actually finished a sentence without stuttering, but that wasn't point.
"Well why won't you just let me go back there?" Dylan could feel a hot, angry tear run down her cheek. Anthony caught the tear with his hand.
"I...don't want you to get hurt." With that, Anthony started up the car and he continued back to Dylan's house.
