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: Don't own them. Do you?
Note: I'm mean. Ha ha ha ha!
Problems with the Past
Chapter Thirteen: Reunion
Robin stared at Bostwick who had a sick grin on his face. "Good to see you again, Robin," he said menacingly. "It's been awhile."
"Not long enough," said Robin nervously.
"Come along," said Bostwick. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
Robin looked at Bostwick he had stopped aiming the gun at her and had now trained it on Gary. She looked back into the apartment and prayed that Rachel wouldn't come out. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the apartment. Robin closed the door and followed Bostwick back to the stairs.
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Rachel waited in Robin's room. She heard Robin ask who was at the door twice and get no response. She got out of the chair and walked out of the bedroom. She saw Robin staring at the person at the door, but she couldn't get a look at the person there.
She heard Robin's nervous reply to what the person had said and looked out far enough to see who was at the door. Rachel saw two men and one of them had a gun trained on Robin and the other one looked familiar.
The man with the gun asked Robin to come with him and Robin looked back into the apartment. Rachel quickly ducked back into the hall and hoped no one had seen her. She heard the door shut and looked back out. Robin was gone.
"Oh-no," said Rachel quietly. For a moment, Rachel stood there in complete shock. She had no idea what she was going to do. She looked nervously around the room and spotted the phone sitting on the table in the living room. Rachel rushed over to it and dialed the number of the police. She waited nervously while it rang.
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Robin sat in the backseat of the car. Her mind was blank. For once in her life, she had no idea what she could do. If she tried to get away, the person who had saved her life would be killed and she knew that if she didn't leave neither of them were going to make it our of this alive.
She looked down at her hands and then out the car window. "It isn't going to end this way," Robin said to herself. "I'm not gonna let it."
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"Please, don't put me on hold---," Rachel said into the phone, but she was cut off by the silence on the other end, "again." She had been being transferred from department to department for the past five minutes.
"Hello," said the person on the other end. "Missing Persons."
"It's not a missing person," Rachel nearly shouted. "It's a kidnaping." She sighed in frustration. "I need to talk to a certain person."
"Look kid," said the cop, "this is not a social line. Now tell me what happened."
"My friend was kidnaped!" shouted Rachel. "I've told that to ever person who picked up the phone. Why won't you listen?!"
"Calm down," said the cop. "Just tell me what happened."
"Please," said Rachel. "I need to talk to a certain person there. At least I hope she's there. She's the only person who can help me."
"No one can help you unless you tell me what happened," said the cop.
"Never mind," said Rachel. She hung up the phone and ran out of the apartment.
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Hazel walked out of the police station. She was once again carrying around all her files. "It's been almost two weeks now," Hazel said to herself. "That's too long. Maybe we need to move them to somewhere new. Somewhere safer." She balanced the files better just as a girl collided into her. Once again, the files went everywhere.
"I'm getting so tired of this," said Hazel as she got to her feet. She looked over at the girl and saw that she was doing the same. "Are you alright?" Hazel asked the girl.
"I think," replied the girl.
"Good," said Hazel. "You really need to watch where you're going."
"I'm sorry," said the girl, "but I need to find somebody." Hazel shook her head and started to pick up the files. "Do you think you could help me?" asked the girl.
Hazel turned toward the girl and said, "I'm kind of in a hurry."
"Are you a cop?" asked the girl. "I really need some help."
"No, I'm not a cop," said Hazel, but feeling bad for the girl, she then said, "Maybe I can still help you though. What do you need?"
"I need to find a person," said the girl.
"Go to missing persons then," said Hazel. "Other than that, I don't think I can help you."
"The person's not missing," said the girl, "I just don't know where they are."
"Who are you looking for?" asked Hazel with a sigh.
"Her name is Agent Maureen Hazel," said the girl, "and she's the only person I can think of who can help me."
Hazel stared at the girl for a moment. "How on Earth does she know about me?" Hazel asked herself. "Why do you need to see Agent hazel?" asked Hazel warily.
"My friend, Robin, was kidnaped," said the girl. "I need Agent hazel's help."
"Robin was kidnaped!" said Hazel. She was completely shocked. "Tell me what happened!"
"Who are you?" asked the girl.
Hazel grabbed the girl by the shoulders and said nervously, "I'm Agent Hazel. Now, please tell me what happened?"
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"What are you going to do?" Gary asked the man driving the car.
"Shut up," was Bostwick quick reply.
Gary reached for the paper in his pocket, but he found it empty. "Where the paper?" Gary asked quietly.
"I said shut up," said Bostwick.
Gary stared straight ahead wondering where the paper was.
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Hazel and Rachel stood outside Robin's apartment.
"What did you say the other man looked like?" Hazel asked Rachel.
"I didn't get a very good look at him," said Rachel.
"Please," said Hazel. "Give it a try."
Rachel closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "I know he looked familiar," said Rachel, "but I don't know where from."
"What did he look like?" Hazel asked again.
"He was tall," said Rachel with a shrug.
"More decisive," said Hazel as she rubbed her eyes.
"He had dark brown hair," said Rachel, "but that's all I can really tell you."
Hazel stared at the girl. "It can't be him," Hazel thought to herself. "What the Hell would Hobson be doing here? He can't be that damn stupid." Then a thought suddenly hit her. "What if I wasn't wrong before? What if Hobson really is involved in all this?"
Hazel saw something lying beside the door of the apartment. She stooped down and picked it up. "Just a newspaper," Hazel said to herself. She was about to toss it back to the floor when the date caught her eyes. "March fifteenth," Hazel said to herself. "That's tomorrow." Hazel gave the paper a funny look and put it into the pocket of her coat. She didn't know why, but she couldn't bring herself to throw it away.
"What was that?" asked Rachel.
"Nothin," said Hazel. "It was just a newspaper."
"You stuck an old discarded newspaper in your pocket?" said Rachel as she stared at the agent.
"Yes," said Hazel. She turned toward the girl. "We're not going to find anything here. I want you to stay here. When Robin's parents get here, take them to the police station. Ask for Detective Crumb. Tell him that I sent you there and that this is all about the Bostwick case. Tell him everything you know and that I'll be in touch with him later."
Rachel nodded and then asked, "Are you going to find Robin?"
"Yes," said Hazel, "or die trying."
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Bostwick stopped the car and opened the door. He pointed the gun at the two other passengers and ordered them out of the car.
Rachel stared up at the building they had parked in front and asked, "Where are we?"
"My home away from home," replied Bostwick. "The place I've been staying at while in Chicago. Don't you like it Robin?"
"It's quaint," said Robin quietly.
"Thank you," said Bostwick. He thought for once the girl didn't have a smart comment to say.
"It's a lovely rathole for a lovely rat," Robin added with a smug tone.
Bostwick felt the anger rise up inside and backhanded Robin across the face with the butt gun. The girl fell to the ground stunned.
"Hey!" shouted Gary as he went to help the girl up.
"Don't backtalk, Robin," said Bostwick coldly.
The girl stumbled back to her feet with the help of Gary. Her hand was holding her jaw tightly. "Three years and your backhand has never gotten better," said Robin in a slight daze.
Bostwick glared at the girl, but said nothing. "Get inside," said Bostwick pointing the gun at his captives. Gary and Robin followed the man's orders and walked into the old dilapidated building.
Gary looked around and could tell they were standing inside an old office building.
"You see, Robin," said Bostwick. Both Gary and Robin turned to face the criminal. "I don't have the luxury of people helping me hide."
"What are you going to do?" Gary asked the man a second time.
"I told you to shut up," replied Bostwick, "but for Robin's sake, I will tell. She's gonna die, and I'll be the one that kills her."
Robin took a sharp breath. She knew it had been coming, but she still wasn't ready for it.
"Why didn't you just shoot me then?" asked Robin quietly.
Bostwick walked over to the girl and looked directly in her eyes. "Because I want to make you suffer," said Bostwick coldly.
Robin stared back at him and then asked, "What about him?" She was trying her best not to let Bostwick know she was afraid.
"I'll probably shoot him," answered Bostwick. "Don't know yet."
"You can't do this," said Gary.
Bostwick turned toward Gary and said, "For the last time shut up. Next time I hear anything, I'm going to shoot you."
Bostwick turned toward the window and stared out of it for a moment. There was a complete silence for a few seconds and then Robin asked, "How do you think you're going to get away?"
Bostwick let out an annoyed sigh and raised the gun. Without even aiming, he pulled the trigger.
Gary felt the bullet go into his shoulder and the pain was instant. Gary stumbled back against the wall and looked down at his shoulder.
"Why did you do that?" asked Robin nervously as she went over to see if the man was alright.
"I said the next time I hear anything, I would shoot," said Bostwick as he glared at his captives. "I didn't say it had to be from him." He looked at Gary who was already turning pale. "Just think about what would have happened if I had aimed," said Bostwick coldly. He gave a small laugh and then left the room.
"Are you alright?" Robin asked Gary. He was leaning heavily against the wall and had a tight grip on his shoulder. Gary swallowed and shook his head no. "That was a stupid question," said Robin. She was now angry with herself for getting him involved.
"We have to get out of here," said Gary.
"We can't," said Robin as she hung her head.
"Why?" asked Gary.
"I can guarantee you that Bostwick is right outside that door," said Robin, "and if we try to leave. He'll kill us right away."
Gary leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
"What were doing at my house?" asked Robin.
"What?" asked Gary.
"What were you doing at my house?" Robin asked again. "Did Bostwick track you down or something like that?"
"Something like that," replied Gary.
Robin turned toward the door and started to think to herself. "I have to get him out of here. No one else is going to die trying to help me against Bostwick." Robin was trouble with one of her emotions. For the first time in her life, she felt completely helpless. She had no plan and without one, she knew both of them were going to die.
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Chapter thirteen. YAY!!!!!!!