Title: Different
Author: Anneka Carter
Summary: "Do you want to hurt me? Tell me why...is it because I'm different? Or too much like you?" S/J
A/N: My first WAT fic…be nice!
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Jack stood on the street, the unusually warm New York sunshine beating down on his back, yet he still didn't take off his heavy black jacket, wanting to maintain his professional façade, if not for the parents but for himself. Vivian reeled off the information again, his mind garbling the words until they turned into something unrecognisable. Something happy. That was the problem with his job; things rarely turned out happily.
He saw Vivian look to him expectantly, with an amused yet almost disappointed face; they were searching for a person, and they deserved to have every agent's full attention on them. "I'm sorry, can you run that by me again?" He asked in his stern voice, but it didn't seem to intimidate his fellow officer. She just rolled her eyes and began again.
"Sixteen year old school girl, Thea Maxwell. Caucasian adopted daughter of two successful African American financiers. Last seen walking down this street to get home, which is twenty minutes away from school. We've got two witnesses who place her here, and then nothing." Vivian said with a cynical voice; how could people not see a girl disappear at four o'clock in the afternoon on a busy street?
"Any chance she had a bust up with her parents and ran away?" Jack asked. He knew what teenagers were like, and so called rebellious teenagers had a penchant for taking off and returning a day later with their tail between their legs.
"Apparently, that's totally out of character." Samantha informed them, as she joined the pair standing near the only shade on the street, a lone elm tree looming outside a block of apartments. "I just talked to her sister Grace, says Thea adored her parents and liked spending time with them. She didn't have any friends, but didn't seem to be upset with that."
"Doesn't that sound a little too….?" Vivian searched for a word.
"Fake?" Samantha provided and then shook her head, "Grace was seriously shaking, it took us about an hour to stop her crying. She could barely remember her own name she was so upset. I think she's telling the truth."
Jack weighed up his options; it didn't sound, to him, like Thea Maxwell had run away but he couldn't discount the idea completely. "Vivian, catch up with Martin…I want you to see if she was remotely close to anyone at school. They might be able to give us more of an objective picture than her sister. And sniff around the idea of boyfriends or boys at school who seemed to take an unhealthy interest in her."
"Right." Vivian nodded, walking away from Samantha and Jack, pulling out her cellphone and ringing her colleague to journey to Goldman High School.
Jack turned to Samantha, "We're going to check out the rest of the family and take a look around her bedroom. See what kind of things our Thea Maxwell's been hiding."
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Dappled light cascaded into the bedroom as Sam pulled open the curtains of Thea's top floor bedroom, Jack stood behind her glancing at the decoration that the Maxwell girl had employed. The room was obsessively tidy, but comfortable. Bands of the sixties littered the walls and the names were disconcertingly familiar to Jack. "Good taste." He said pointing to a promotional poster for Jimi Hendrix. Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"You? A Hendrix fan?" She queried. He'd told her of his wild youth, but she found it impossible to imagine him with his friends smoking pot and listening to Jimi on their LP's. "Whatever you say."
Jack just smiled good-naturedly as he walked the length of Thea's bedroom, his finger tracing the bottom of the posters neatly ordered on the wall. He stopped momentarily to look in the wardrobe, briefly glancing through her clothes. "Doesn't look like anything's gone." He said matter of factly walking over to a shelf unit holding books and film cassettes. He looked down the line of films that Thea had in her possession, impressed by the sixteen year old's taste. "A fan of the old movies?" Jack mused, "Not exactly the regular teenager."
"And look at this…" Sam gestured towards a bookcase on the other side of the room and Jack followed her. "She's got "Crime and Punishment" in Russian…., "The History of Modern Russian Culture", "The Essential Russian Dictionary."" She listed the names jumping out of the bookcase. "Did the parents say where they adopted her from?"
But before Jack could answer, a voice jumped out behind them. "She is Russian, if that's what you were wondering." Karen Maxwell said quietly, walking over the threshold and touching the books tenderly. "We took her last year on holiday there. She talked to locals…it was amazing."
"Has your daughter ever expressed any interest in finding her real parents?" Jack asked Karen earning a sharp glare from Sam.
Karen looked down at the floor, and swallowed uneasily. "No. We always thought that she might, and we promised that we'd support her whatever she decided. But she's never said anything to us." She admitted. "Maybe you should talk to Grace about that though. She might have told her something."
"Mrs Maxwell, can you think of anyone that might have a grudge against you or your family? Someone that might want to harm Thea?" Sam asked gently. It was always hard to ask that question; it felt like you were insinuating that it was the parents fault, and it was so hard to see them contemplate if their actions caused their child's abduction.
"Not that I can think of. Joe and I have always tried to do everything we can to work ethically, but I'm sure you can imagine that it's hard to make profits when you're not ruthless in the business world." She wiped a lone tear from her eye. "You think she's been abducted, don't you?"
"It's a distinct possibility."
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Next chapter should be up soon.
Author: Anneka Carter
Summary: "Do you want to hurt me? Tell me why...is it because I'm different? Or too much like you?" S/J
A/N: My first WAT fic…be nice!
*
Jack stood on the street, the unusually warm New York sunshine beating down on his back, yet he still didn't take off his heavy black jacket, wanting to maintain his professional façade, if not for the parents but for himself. Vivian reeled off the information again, his mind garbling the words until they turned into something unrecognisable. Something happy. That was the problem with his job; things rarely turned out happily.
He saw Vivian look to him expectantly, with an amused yet almost disappointed face; they were searching for a person, and they deserved to have every agent's full attention on them. "I'm sorry, can you run that by me again?" He asked in his stern voice, but it didn't seem to intimidate his fellow officer. She just rolled her eyes and began again.
"Sixteen year old school girl, Thea Maxwell. Caucasian adopted daughter of two successful African American financiers. Last seen walking down this street to get home, which is twenty minutes away from school. We've got two witnesses who place her here, and then nothing." Vivian said with a cynical voice; how could people not see a girl disappear at four o'clock in the afternoon on a busy street?
"Any chance she had a bust up with her parents and ran away?" Jack asked. He knew what teenagers were like, and so called rebellious teenagers had a penchant for taking off and returning a day later with their tail between their legs.
"Apparently, that's totally out of character." Samantha informed them, as she joined the pair standing near the only shade on the street, a lone elm tree looming outside a block of apartments. "I just talked to her sister Grace, says Thea adored her parents and liked spending time with them. She didn't have any friends, but didn't seem to be upset with that."
"Doesn't that sound a little too….?" Vivian searched for a word.
"Fake?" Samantha provided and then shook her head, "Grace was seriously shaking, it took us about an hour to stop her crying. She could barely remember her own name she was so upset. I think she's telling the truth."
Jack weighed up his options; it didn't sound, to him, like Thea Maxwell had run away but he couldn't discount the idea completely. "Vivian, catch up with Martin…I want you to see if she was remotely close to anyone at school. They might be able to give us more of an objective picture than her sister. And sniff around the idea of boyfriends or boys at school who seemed to take an unhealthy interest in her."
"Right." Vivian nodded, walking away from Samantha and Jack, pulling out her cellphone and ringing her colleague to journey to Goldman High School.
Jack turned to Samantha, "We're going to check out the rest of the family and take a look around her bedroom. See what kind of things our Thea Maxwell's been hiding."
*
Dappled light cascaded into the bedroom as Sam pulled open the curtains of Thea's top floor bedroom, Jack stood behind her glancing at the decoration that the Maxwell girl had employed. The room was obsessively tidy, but comfortable. Bands of the sixties littered the walls and the names were disconcertingly familiar to Jack. "Good taste." He said pointing to a promotional poster for Jimi Hendrix. Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"You? A Hendrix fan?" She queried. He'd told her of his wild youth, but she found it impossible to imagine him with his friends smoking pot and listening to Jimi on their LP's. "Whatever you say."
Jack just smiled good-naturedly as he walked the length of Thea's bedroom, his finger tracing the bottom of the posters neatly ordered on the wall. He stopped momentarily to look in the wardrobe, briefly glancing through her clothes. "Doesn't look like anything's gone." He said matter of factly walking over to a shelf unit holding books and film cassettes. He looked down the line of films that Thea had in her possession, impressed by the sixteen year old's taste. "A fan of the old movies?" Jack mused, "Not exactly the regular teenager."
"And look at this…" Sam gestured towards a bookcase on the other side of the room and Jack followed her. "She's got "Crime and Punishment" in Russian…., "The History of Modern Russian Culture", "The Essential Russian Dictionary."" She listed the names jumping out of the bookcase. "Did the parents say where they adopted her from?"
But before Jack could answer, a voice jumped out behind them. "She is Russian, if that's what you were wondering." Karen Maxwell said quietly, walking over the threshold and touching the books tenderly. "We took her last year on holiday there. She talked to locals…it was amazing."
"Has your daughter ever expressed any interest in finding her real parents?" Jack asked Karen earning a sharp glare from Sam.
Karen looked down at the floor, and swallowed uneasily. "No. We always thought that she might, and we promised that we'd support her whatever she decided. But she's never said anything to us." She admitted. "Maybe you should talk to Grace about that though. She might have told her something."
"Mrs Maxwell, can you think of anyone that might have a grudge against you or your family? Someone that might want to harm Thea?" Sam asked gently. It was always hard to ask that question; it felt like you were insinuating that it was the parents fault, and it was so hard to see them contemplate if their actions caused their child's abduction.
"Not that I can think of. Joe and I have always tried to do everything we can to work ethically, but I'm sure you can imagine that it's hard to make profits when you're not ruthless in the business world." She wiped a lone tear from her eye. "You think she's been abducted, don't you?"
"It's a distinct possibility."
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Next chapter should be up soon.