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: You depress me by asking if I own them. Well, I don't. So live with it. sticks out tongue.
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Problems with the Past
Chapter Seven: Disguises
Rachel waked through the hospital halls and up to the nurse's station. "I'm looking for Emma Jones's room," she said to the nurse on duty.
"Emma Jones," said the nurse as she tried to recall the name. "You go straight down that hall. It's room number 615."
"Thanks," said Rachel. She followed the nurse's directions and came up to the room. Even though the door was already open, she knocked anyway.
"Come on in," said a voice from inside. Rachel walked into the room an saw Robin sitting up in her bed.
"Hey, Em," said Rachel quietly. "How you feeling?"
"Sore," replied Robin, "but what can I expect?"
"What happened?" asked Rachel as she sat down in the chair by the bed.
"A driver wasn't paying attention," said Robin,. "They hit me." Robin hated lying to her friend, but she couldn't tell her the truth.
"Are you alright?" asked Rachel.
"The doctors tell me I'm going to be," replied Robin, "but I don't know."
Rachel nodded and then reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt. "I got you something," she said as she handed Robin a small, get-well bear.
"Thanks," said Robin as she set the bear on the table next to the bed.
"Hi, Robin," said Christine as she walked into the hospital room. She didn't know Rachel was there.
"Who's Robin?" Rachel asked Christine.
Christine stared at Rachel not knowing what to say. For a moment there was an awkward silence and then Robin said, "It's me."
Christine's eyes went wide with shock as she stared at her daughter. Rachel didn't and wasn't supposed to know that Robin was in the Witness Protection Program. "What are you saying, Emma?"
"It's my middle name, Mom," said Robin without missing a beat. She turned toward Rachel. "It was her mother's name and that's what she wanted to name me, but instead it's my middle name and she calls me it sometimes."
"I thought you said your middle name was Baily," said Rachel. She was confused.
Robin took a few seconds to come up with something. She hadn't counted on Rachel remembering her middle name. "I have two," said Robin. "My full name is Emma Baily Robin Jones."
"Oh," said Rachel still slightly confused.
Christine sighed in relief. She was never quick to think on her feet. She was lucky her daughter had been able to cover her slip-up. Christine looked at her watch and said, "I have to pick your father up at work. I'll see you in a little while."
"Bye, Mom," said Robin through a yawn.
"Bye, Mrs. Jones," said Rachel as she waved. Christine left the room and Rachel looked at the clock on the wall. "I have to get going, Robin. Sarah has a birthday party she's going to tonight and I have to babysit. I'll be seeing you."
"Bye," said Robin stilling yawning. She gave a small wave and started to drift off to sleep.
Rachel got out of the chair and walked over to the door. Robin's explanation of the names was still bothering her. Just before she left, Rachel asked, "What's your full name?"
"Robin Marie Mason," said Robin as she fell asleep.
Rachel stared at her friend and then left the room. She walked down the hall and got onto the elevator. What her friend had said made no sense. Rachel pressed the button for the first floor and waited while the elevator descended.
Gary walked into the police station. He had gotten a call from Crumb telling him to come down to the police station. Before Gary could ask where Crumb was, Crumb saw him and called him into his office.
Gary sat down in a chair just as a woman walked into the office. She was carrying four manila folders in one hand and a photograph in the other.
"Hello," she said to Gary as she set the folders and photo on the desk. "I assume you're Gary Hobson."
"Yeah," said Gary with a nod, "and you are?"
"My name is Agent Maureen Hazel," said the woman. "I have a few questions for you."
"About what?" asked Gary nervously.
"About an accident you witnessed," replied Hazel, "or have you forgotten about it already?"
"I-I haven't forgotten about it," said Gary.
"Good," said Hazel, "because that wouldn't do me much good." She handed the photograph to Gary and asked, "Have you ever seen this man before?"
Gary looked at the photo for a second and then replied, "I've seen him twice."
"Twice?" said Hazel.
"Yeah," said Gary as he handed the photo back. "He was the driver in the accident. I saw him there."
"And where else?" asked Hazel.
"I saw him walking down the street yesterday," said Gary. "I bumped into him. He must have recognized me because he ran off though."
Hazel stared at Gary for a moment. Bostwick had only had a partner once before. That was fifteen years ago when Bostwick and Michael Sumter had murdered George Stanton. "Even if Bostwick does have someone else working with him, this guy isn't it," Hazel thought to herself.
"Why did you tell Robin not to step out into the street?" asked Hazel.
"Who?" asked Gary confused.
"The girl in the accident," answered Hazel.
"I-I-I saw the car coming," said Gary coming up with a quick explanation.
"You saw the car coming?" said Hazel. Gary could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn't believe him.
"Yeah," said Gary.
"And Robin didn't see the car coming?" asked Hazel.
"I guess not," replied Gary.
Hazel continued to stared at Gary for a few seconds more and then said, "Thanks for coming in."
"That's all the questions you have?!" shouted Crumb angrily. The woman had only asked four questions.
"Unless you have any," said Hazel as she turned toward the detective. She was glaring at him.
Crumb glared back at the federal agent and then muttered angrily, "No."
"Good," said hazel. She turned back toward Gary. "You can go."
Gary stood up and asked, "Can I ask you a question?'
"You can ask," said Hazel, "don't know if I'll answer."
"Who is Robin?" asked Gary.
"A girl," replied Hazel simply. "Good day."
Gary could tell that the woman was done talking and started to leave.
"Be careful," he heard her say.
"What?" asked Gary.
"I said be careful," said Hazel. "The man in that accident is a very dangerous man. You need to be careful."
Gary nodded and left the office.
"You're really bad with names," said Crumb.
"I've known her as Robin for two years," said Hazel in her defense. "It's hard to switch to a completely new identity."
"You still think he had anything to do with it?" asked Crumb in a slightly smug tone.
"Not really," replied Hazel, "but then again I could be wrong." She had only said that last part to make the detective mad. "He still needs to be careful."
"I thought you said his only goal was to kill Robin," said Crumb as he sat down at his desk and started to looked through the folders Hazel had brought in.
"I did," said Hazel as she picked up the criminal's photo. "That means he's willing to do anything to get to Robin and then includes killing anyone who might get in his way. I've watched a lot of people die because of Bostwick."
"You said he killed a federal agent," said Crumb.
"Yeah," said Hazel. "I knew him."
"How well?" asked Crumb.
"He was my partner," answered Hazel. She set the photograph down and sighed. She looked at the detective and asked, "Are you going to stare at me or are you going to read what's in that folder?"
Crumb shook his head and looked back down at the folder.
Bostwick watched as the man left the office. He had followed him into the police station just to show that they weren't smart enough to catch him. The man left the station and Bostwick was right behind him. Bostwick hadn't lost track of the guy since the day before when he had punched him to get away.
"Agent Hazel is in town," Bostwick thought to himself as he followed the man. "What a wonderful a little reunion! I wonder if she's still mad at me for killing that partner of her's. I wouldn't of had to kill him if he hadn't been following me so well." Bostwick smiled as he remembered it all. The memories were all coming back quickly and he often thought about his past crimes whenever he got the chance.
Bostwick watched the man pull out a newspaper and then call a taxi. "This should be fun," Bostwick said quietly to himself as he pulled out a baseball hat and a pair of glasses. He put on the simple disguise and then ran over to the man as he was getting into the cab.
"Pardon me?" Bostwick said to the man.
"Yeah?" said the man looking at him.
"I'm really late for an appointment," lied Bostwick. "I have to get there. Mind if I hitch a ride in your cab."
"No," said the man.
"Thanks," said Bostwick. He smiled and got into the cab after the man.
Aren't I evil. laughs evilly. Chapter Seven YYYYYYAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so enthused. Looks around Breaks over. Time to work on eight.