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: I still don't own. Nope. Not mine.

Note: Not much to say right now. Bye.

Problems with the Past

Chapter Five: More Lives than a Cat

Bostwick sat at the bar trying to think. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked himself. "This shouldn't be hard. She's fifteen-years-old. How hard is it to kill a fifteen-year-old? I've stuck her in a freezer, I've sent her a bomb, I've tried to shoot her, and I hit with a car. She has more lives than a cat."

He set his drink down and looked up at the baseball game on television. "Life used to be so easy," he thought to himself. "Betting on baseball games, horse races, simple stuff. Everything went down hill after Mike talked me into that robbery. If he hadn't been so paranoid none of this would have happened."

Bostwick waited until the bartender wasn't paying attention and slowly got up from his seat. He left the bar before the bartender could realize that he hadn't payed his bill.

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"How are you feeling, Robin?" Hazel asked Robin after the doctors had checked her out.

"I am so sore," said Robin through a sleepy haze, "and I can't remember anything after this guy telling me not to step into the street."

"What do you mean?" asked Hazel.

"Right before the accident," said Robin slightly disoriented, "this guy told me not to step out into the street. I stayed on the si-side-sidewalk and a car rushed by. It would have hit me."

"Do you remember who it was?" asked Hazel. She knew she probably shouldn't be questioning Robin right then, but she wanted answers.

"He told me his name," said Robin, "Something with a "g." Garret, Gabe, Gary. Gary. That was it."

Hazel nodded and said, "You get some rest. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

"You said he got hurt," said Robin before Hazel could get out of the room.

"Who got hurt?" asked Roy.

"Carver," replied Robin. "She said Carver got hurt." Robin closed her eyes for a moment and tried to collect her thoughts.

"Maybe you should rest," said Christine.

"No," said Robin weakly. "I wanna kn-kno-know-know what happened to Carver."

Hazel sighed knowing that Robin wasn't going to back down. "Bostwick shot him."

"Not again," said Robin resting her head against her pillow. "Is he alright?"

"The doctors say he's going to be okay," answered Hazel.

"This is all my fault," said Robin sadly.

Realizing their daughter was putting herself under unwanted and unneeded stress, Roy said, "I think that's all the questioning Robin can handle today."

"I'm fine," said Robin opening her eyes.

"No," said Hazel agreeing with Robin's parents. "You should rest. Good-bye." She left the hospital room and Robin drifted back off to sleep.

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Gary grabbed the back of the kid's shirt before he could ride off the small foot-bridge. The kid looked up at him and said through his missing teeth, "What are you doing?"

"Do you know how to swim?" asked Gary. The little boy shook his head. "Stopping you from getting a bad swimming lesson. Why don't you ride the other way?"

The kid looked at Gary for a moment and then slowly rode in the other direction. His small bike wobbled a bit even with his training wheels. Gary sighed and checked to make sure the story had changed in the paper before walking away.

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Hazel walked into the busy police station and up to the desk. "I'm here to talk to Detective Crumb," she said to the sergeant on duty.

He looked up at her and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Just tell him the Agent Maureen Hazel is here to speak to him," replied Hazel.

The sergeant stared at her for a minute and then went to get the detective.

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Gary walked down the sidewalk. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep. So far that day he had prevented a five-year-old from riding his bike into a pond and drowning, an apartment building fire, a car accident, and a robbery. He had a weird feeling all day that someone was watching him, but he figured it was just stress. He still felt bad about the hit-and-run the day before.

He accidently bumped into a man who was quickly walking past him. "Sorry," said Gary turning toward the man. He saw that it was the man from the accident. Before Gary could do anything, the man punched him in the stomach. Gary doubled over in pain and watched the man take off down the street. People had stopped to see what was happening, but no one stopped the man.

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Number Five! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!