Title: Problems with the Past

Author: I AM GRUMPY-BEAR

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None

Summary: Gary meets a girl who's past is quickly catching up to her and that could spell disaster for everyone.

Disclaimer: Still don't own them. It's a shame isn't it.

Note: Well, I have another chapter up and that is a real accomplishment for me. Please excuse any grammar mistakes. I'm trying my best to catch them. Thanks Lindsey for helping me with the name.

Problems with the Past

Chapter Three: Back into the Shadows

Gary thought about the accident. The same car had come back and hit the girl. It wasn't hard to figure out that what happened wasn't an accident. The man had gotten out of the car and stared at her. He hadn't even checked to see if she was alright.

One of the shop owners had seen the accident and called both the paramedics and the police. The girl was now being loaded into the ambulance and Gary was talking to one of the police officers.

"Do you remember what the driver looked like?" asked the officer.

"He had dark brown hair and was about my height," said Gary, "maybe taller."

"How do you know his height?" asked the officer.

"He got out of the car," said Gary.

"Did he try to help her?" the officer asked in a confused tone.

"No," answered Gary. "He just stared at her and then got back in the car and drove away."

"Alright," said the officer. "We'll call you if we have anymore questions."

Gary nodded and then asked, "Do you know if she's going to be alright?"

"Don't know," said the officer. He closed his notebook and then walked away.

Gary looked at the paper again and saw that the story hadn't changed. Gary closed the paper and started to walk home.

******

No one saw him the entire time he was standing there. He watched the ambulance and the police arrive. He wanted to laugh, but was able to keep it inside. He didn't want anyone to hear him and come over to his hiding place in the alley.

He watched as the paramedics loaded Robin into the ambulance and he thought to himself, "How can she not be dead?! I hit her with a damn car! What if she wakes up? Then she can tell the police about me and I'll never get my chance to kill her." He kicked the wall of the alley in frustration.

Bostwick leaned against the wall and then looked back at the scene. Bostwick finally saw him. He was talking to one of the police officers who had arrived at the scene.

"He saw me," thought Bostwick. "He knows what I look like and he's telling the police." Bostwick took a minute to think. He wasn't a big fan of planning and he wasn't very good at it either. He was fond of the way the police and feds described him. They all called Bostwick a criminal of opportunity. He took one last look at the scene and then walked away.

******

Christine Mason, or at the point in time Linda Jones, heard the phone in the kitchen ring and hurried to answer it.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver.

"Mrs. Mason?" said the person on the other end.

"N-n-no," said Christine nervously. "I think you have the wrong number."

"No," said the person. "Mrs. Mason, this is Agent Maureen Hazel."

"Oh," said Christine finally understanding. Then realizing the only reason she would have called is if something bad happened she asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Bostwick has found out where you are," said Hazel. "We don't know for sure, but we think he's on his way to Chicago now. You're going to have to be extra careful. I'm leaving for Chicago as soon as possible."

Christine felt the phone slip from her hand and it fell to the floor.

"Mrs. Mason!?" Hazel shouted into the phone. "Mrs. Mason, are you there?!"

Christine picked up the phone and in a shaky voice said, "Y-y-yes, I'm here. Does he know our new names?"

"No," said Hazel. "He doesn't." There was a short pause and then the agent said, "Please be careful, Mrs. Mason. We're doing our best to get Bostwick back in prison. Good-bye."

"Good-bye," said Christine. She hung up the phone and was walking out of the kitchen when it rang again. Christine walked back over and answered it. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Jones?" said a woman's voice from the other end.

"Yes," replied Christine.

"My name is Nurse Riggs and I'm calling from Cook County Hospital," said the woman.

For a second, Christine's heart stopped. "What happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Your daughter, Emma Jones, was just admitted to the emergency room. She was in an accident," said Nurse Riggs.

"Is she okay?" Christine asked nervously.

"I don't know," replied the nurse.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," said Christine. She shakily hung up the phone, and then left the apartment.

******

Gary walked slowly down the sidewalk. He jut couldn't get the accident out of his head.

"Why did he come back?" Gary kept asking himself. "Why did he want to hit her?"

While he was thinking, a man was watching him. Gary didn't see him watching or writing down the name of his hotel. And he didn't see the man walking back into the shadows with an evil smirk on his face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Another short chapter I know, but it's needed for the story to make sense. (I have the right sense this time.)