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: Man you guys are annoying. I still don't own them. Gees.
Note: Since you won't review, I won't write notes.
Problems with the Past
Chapter Ten: The Call
Gary woke up all of a sudden and stared out into the darkness. He looked at the clock radio on the table and saw the bright red numbers clearly. "2:30," Gary mumbled to himself. There was a sharp pain in his wrist and he unconsciously rubbed his cast. Gary sighed and got out of bed. He went to the bathroom and opened the small bottle of painkillers. It had been a week since he had broken his wrist and he still couldn't get what happened off his mind.
Gary swallowed the medication along with a glass of water and walked back over to his bed. He sat down on the side and ran his hand through his hair. He sighed again and went back to sleep.
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"Can I go home?" Robin asked the doctor as he shined a light in her eye.
"Maybe," said the doctor.
"What does maybe mean?" asked Robin. "Because if it doesn't mean yes, this patient is going to stop being cooperative. I've been here for over a week and I'm ready to go home."
The doctor turned off the penlight and looked at Robin. "You can go home tomorrow afternoon if there are no more complications."
"Finally," said Robin as she set her head against the back of the bed.
"Don't think you're going to be doing much," said the doctor. "You're still in pretty bad shape."
"I'm good enough to leave," said Robin. "That was stupid. I can come up with a better argument than that."
"Don't bother," said the doctor as he made a note on his chart. "I'm changing my mind."
"I knew that," said Robin, "but it was worth a shot."
"You're lucky," the doctor said to Robin. "You healed pretty well for a person who was hit by a car."
"I've been through worse," said Robin.
"Let me put it this way," said the doctor. "When they first brought you in, I didn't think you're going to make it through the night. Truthfully, I think it was a miracle." The doctor waved good-bye and left the room.
Robin sat there dumbfounded. "He came pretty close that time," she said to herself. "Of all the times, that was the closest." Robin looked out the window and let out a defeated sigh. "This is gonna end. I'm not gonna spend my life in fear because of some idiot criminal."
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Gary walked down the sidewalk reading the paper. So far he couldn't find anything very threatening in the paper. Gary flipped the page of the paper and a picture of a woman caught his eye.
"I know her," Gary said to himself as he stared at the woman. He quickly read the article and found out that it was the federal agent he had met before. "Woman Killed in Mugging."
"9:10," Gary said quietly. All week he had wondered about the hit-and-run. He was now positive that what happened wasn't just an accident and he was going to find out what was going on.
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Hazel sat in her hotel room sorting through all the files. "I hate you, Bostwick," she kept muttering to herself as she flipped through all the papers in the folders. "I hate you so much."
She didn't know why she was looking through all the old case reports. There was never a pattern in his crimes. The only thing that was constant was the fact he wanted Robin dead. Hazel looked at a photograph taken of Bostwick while he was being loaded into the police car after his first trial. She set the photo down and sighed.
"Where the hell are you now, Bostwick?" Hazel demanded of the files. She set one to her side and picked up a different one. She hated files. The thing she hated most about her job was looking through old files, but somehow she always ended up looking through them. Hazel set the file to the side and picked up a different one.
When she was about halfway through the report, the phone in her room rang. Hazel reached for the phone and grabbed it on it's third ring.
"Hazel," she said simply into the phone.
"I have to talk to you," said the voice on the other.
"Who is this?" asked Hazel.
"Meet me tonight at nine o' clock," said the voice. "We're going to talk."
"Who the hell is this?" Hazel demanded angrily.
"I will tell you tonight," said the voice. "I have information you can use."
"How do I know I can trust you?" asked Hazel. She wasn't about to walk into a trap.
"You have my word," said the voice.
"Your word is exactly crap to me," said Hazel.
"It's your choice," said the voice, "but I have information that would be quite useful to you."
"Why can't you tell me over the phone?" asked Hazel.
"I don't trust phones with valuable information," replied the person.
Hazel sighed and said in a defeated tone asked, "Where do I meet you at?"
The person gave Hazel the address and she quickly wrote it down.
"Don't be late," said the voice. That was followed by a click.
Hazel shook her head and hung up the phone. She was still debating whether or not she should go. "This is probably a trap," said Hazel as she stood and began to pace the room, "but if it's not, I could lose a lot of valuable information. I was always told not to walk into traps, but if it's not, I'm skewed." She debated with herself a moment longer and then decided. "I'm going. I'll just take precautions."
She sat back down and started going through the files again.
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"Are you sure you should go alone?" asked Marissa as she and Gary walked down the sidewalk.
"I don't know," replied Gary.
"Well you said that you don't think this murder is all because of a mugging," said Marissa.
"I could be wrong," said Gary.
"Gary, think about it," said Marissa. "First, a girl is hit by a car. Then, you're questioned by the police about a criminal and a girl named Robin. Then, a man threatens you and says not to help Robin anymore and then he breaks your wrist. Now, the federal agent that questioned you is supposed to be murdered. I don't think those are all coincidences. You don't think so either."
"How do you know that?" asked Gary.
"I just do," replied Marissa.
"I think I can handle it," said Gary with a sigh.
"Fine," said Marissa. "Just be careful."
"I will," said Gary. "I promise."
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Hazel picked her gun up off the table and carefully tucked it away. She wasn't going to meet this guy tonight without being prepared. "I can't believe I'm doing this," said Hazel as she picked up her room key and walked out her door.
She rode the elevator to the first floor and walked out of her hotel. She hailed a cab and told the driver the address she needed to get to.
"I'll get you there in no time," said the driver.
"Thanks," said Hazel. She sighed once again and settled in for the ride.
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The man paced in the darkness of the alley. "9:05," the man said aloud to himself as he looked at his watch. "She should have been here by now." He heard a car stop and looked out at the street. He saw a woman get out of a cab and then walk down the street. He smiled and walked towards her.
"Hazel," he said to the woman. She turned around and stared.
"You must be the man who called me," said Hazel. She tried to get a look at his face, but he had covered it with a hat and sunglasses.
"That's right," said the man.
"Can I see your face?" asked Hazel as she crossed her arms.
"No," said the man. "I can't let you know who I am. You might try and find me again and I can't let that happen."
Hazel stared at the man and then asked, "What information did you have for me?" She put her hand into her pocket and set it on the gun. She was going to be ready.
"I guessing you already know most of it," said the man.
"Than why did you call me here?" asked Hazel. She tightened her grip on the gun.
"Because I have a tiny bit of information," said the man, "and you can definitely use it."
"So tell me," said Hazel.
"Not here," said the man. "Follow me." He turned away from Hazel and started to walk quickly down the sidewalk. Before she could catch up to him, he had disappeared into an alley.
"Wait up!" shouted Hazel as she chased after the man. She ran into the alley and saw that it was empty. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her gun. "I know you're here," said Hazel as she scanned the alley. "Come out, come out wherever you are." Before she could turn around, someone placed a knife to her neck.
"Drop the gun," said the man. Hazel swallowed and let the gun drop to the ground.
"You have been a thorn in my side for much too long, Hazel," said the man as he pressed the knife into her throat. "You have been the main thing that has kept me from killing Robin."
"I'll take that as a compliment," said Hazel as calmly as she could.
"I wouldn't," said Bostwick pushing the knife against her throat harder.
"Just tell me why," said Hazel. "Why do you want her dead? What did she do to you? There have been plenty of other people that helped put you behind bars. What about her friends? Why not them? Why Robin?"
"Because she embarrassed me," said Bostwick.
"A guy like you?" said Hazel. "I'm sure you've been embarrassed before."
"Do you want to die?" Bostwick asked Hazel angrily.
"Don't know," said Hazel. "I've always kind of wondered about death."
"Let me stop your wondering," said Bostwick. He was about to shove the knife into her back when someone hit him on the head from behind. Bostwick fell to the ground stunned.
Hazel turned around and saw a man standing there with a broken bottle. "Are you alright?" he asked Hazel.
"Fine," said Hazel. "I can't argue with your timing." She stared at him a moment longer and then suddenly recognized him. "Hobson?" she said. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Um," said Gary. "Um. It's kind of hard to explain."
"Well, I don't wanna know here," said Hazel. She looked to the spot where Bostwick had been lying and saw that he was gone. "Where the hell did he go?" She looked toward Gary and he gave her a shrug.
"This is just great," said Hazel sarcastically. She looked at the ground and saw that her gun was also missing. She looked around and said dejectedly, "And now her has my gun. This is perfect! Bostwick is now loose in the city with my gun!" She kicked the alley wall in frustration.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" asked Gary as he turned toward the federal agent.
Hazel looked at him and replied, "Only if you me why you showed up here." She reached down and picked up the knife. With a sigh, she and Gary left the alley.
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Chapter ten. Someone please review!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm begging you!!!!!!!!1