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. Don't think I ever will.
Note: Weird tittle. I know.
Problems with the Past
Chapter Fourteen: Two Bullets
Rachel paced outside of Robin's apartment. She had been waiting for over half an hour for Robin's parents to get back.
"What am I supposed to say to them?" Rachel asked herself. "How am I supposed to explain how I know about Robin and Bostwick?" She let out a sigh of frustration. Rachel heard the sound of the elevator and turned to see who was there. She didn't recognize the person getting off the elevator and returned to pacing.
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Gary was breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall. He shoulder was throbbing with every breath he took.
Robin took a quick glance at Gary and then went back to her thoughts. She was trying her best to come up with a plan to get him out. "If I don't get him out of here soon," Robin thought to herself, "he's not going to make it out of here at all."
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Hazel walked down the sidewalk. "If I was a deranged, psycho, idiot, killer, where would I hide?" Hazel asked herself. She had been walking aimlessly for the past hour almost. Hazel knew she was wasting time, but she had no idea what she could do. Hazel took out the paper she had found and started to read through it.
"Car Crash," Hazel said to herself. She knew she wasn't far from where the paper said the crash happened and she walked towards it. Hazel spotted the car that started the crash just as it was pulling out from a stop sign. Not knowing what she was doing, Hazel stepped in front of the car. The car slammed on their brakes just as another car sped past them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the driver screamed at Hazel.
"I didn't see you," said Hazel with a shrug. She continued across the street. Once she was across the street, Hazel took out the newspaper. "It was probably just a coincidence," Hazel said as she looked for the car crash article. It was gone! Hazel searched through the paper a few more times, but the article was no where in the paper.
"So this is how Hobson knew," Hazel said to herself. She searched through the paper once again, looking for anything that could help her find Robin and Gary.
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"How are you feeling?" Robin asked Gary. He was now sitting on the floor with his head leaning against the wall.
"Not too good," replied Gary, "but what can I expect?"
"Can I ask you a question?" asked Robin.
"Sure," replied Gary.
"Why did you tell me not to step out into the street?" asked Robin.
"I didn't want you to get hit," replied Gary.
"Well," said Robin, "I figured that, but how did you know. Are you psychic or something?"
"Something," replied Gary. He was starting to get tired.
Robin nodded and remained quiet for a few minutes. She hated silence, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally, after the silence had really gotten to her, Robin said, "He's been after me for three years."
"Why?" asked Gary.
"I don't know," answered Robin. "No one's ever really told me. I guess he just doesn't like me. Who knows?"
"Agent Hazel said it was because you embarrassed him," said Gary. His head was starting to hurt.
"That's news to me," said Robin. "How did you meet Hazel?"
"They called me to the police station after you were hit," replied Gary.
"Oh," said Robin. "We still have a bit of a chance." Gary looked over at her. "My friend was at the apartment. Maybe she saw something. Maybe she got hold of the police. It's not a very big chance, but it's a chance."
"Has this ever happened before?" asked Gary.
"Not this exactly," said Robin. "I spent my thirteenth and fourteenth birthdays at the police station in my home town because of Bostwick. He had escaped and they told me it wasn't safe. There is only one thing that I'm happy about."
"What?" asked Gary.
"He didn't decide to go after my friends, too," replied Robin.
"What do you mean?" asked Gary.
"We all solved it," said Robin, "but I guess it's like Hazel said. I was the only one who embarrassed him."
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Hazel walked down the sidewalk carrying the paper. "I really hope that car accident wasn't a coincidence," Hazel thought to herself. "I can't believe I'm putting two lives all on something that may or may not be right. Like Dad said: just go with your gut."
Hazel stopped in front of the building that the article talked about. She opened the door and shouted, "Is anybody home?"
She heard somebody running through the building and a moment later Bostwick showed up in front of her.
"What a pleasure to see you here, Hazel," said Bostwick with a sickening grin.
"Wish the feeling was mutual, Bostwick," said Hazel as calmly as she could. She knew she should be over what happened the other night, but the fear of almost being killed was still there.
"What the hell are you doing here, Hazel?" asked Bostwick. He had the gun trained on her.
"I've come for Robin and Hobson," replied Hazel a smile started to come to her face.
"How do you know they're here?" asked Bostwick. He tightened his grip on the trigger of the gun.
"I know things," said Hazel. She stepped all the way into the building and shut the door.
"You know nothin," said Bostwick.
"More than you can say, Bostwick," said Hazel. She took a deep breath and then shouted, "Robin, Hobson, where-." She never finished the sentence. Bostwick pulled the trigger of the gun and the bullet hit Hazel square in the chest. She stood there shocked for a moment and then she fell to the ground.
"No," said Robin who had heard the person and gone to see who it was. "Not again." She started to cry.
Bostwick turned toward her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out the door. He pulled her down the street, but before he could get very far. He was met by three police officers.
"Going somewhere?" asked the officer.
Bostwick took a step back and placed the gun to Robin's head. "Back up or I'll shoot her." For a moment the officers did nothing, but when Bostwick cocked the gun, they complied with his orders.
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Hazel took a deep breath and slowly got to her feet. "Thank god for bullet proof vests," she said to herself. "I'm gonna have a bruise." She took a few steps and then shouted, "Is anyone still here?"
At first there was no response, but then Hazel heard someone shout back. She walked toward the sound and found Gary sitting on the floor of one of the rooms. "Figured you'd be here, Hobson," said Hazel. Then she noticed his shoulder. "He shot you."
"Yeah," said Gary.
"And he still has, Robin," said Hazel. "Please let them have spotted him."
"Who?" asked Gary.
"I'll tell you later," replied Hazel. "Right now we need to get you to a hospital." She walked over to him and helped him to his feet. "Come one. We're going out the back. I'm going to have the police call you an ambulance and then I'm going after Bostwick."
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Bostwick stood in the middle of the street with the gun still pointed at Robin's head. The police had closed off the street and were trying to negotiate with Bostwick.
"Why don't you just shoot me?" asked Robin.
"That's a good idea," said Bostwick with a smile.
He was about to pull the trigger when someone shouted at him from behind. "Drop the gun, Bostwick!" He turned his head and saw Hazel aiming her gun at him.
"What are you going to do, Hazel?" asked Bostwick with a grin. He pulled Robin in front of himself and started to use her as a shield. "You can't shoot. You might hit Robin."
Hazel stared at him. Her mind had gone completely blank. The police were trying to get a good shot at him, but it seemed like from every direction there was too big a risk. "I'm not letting Robin down again," Hazel thought to herself. She carefully aimed the gun and then cocked it.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Hazel?" asked Bostwick as the sickening grin once again came onto his face.
Hazel remained silent. She knew she only had one shot. Hazel took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
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