Title: Un-Forgotten

Author: HAPPYBUNNY13

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing and mild violence in later chapters)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Early Edition and never ever will. Got it?

Summary: Bostwick (Samuel Bostwick) is back and Gary is in danger.

Note: Please review!

Un-Forgotten

Chapter Two: No Answer

"An enemy generally says and believes what he wishes." Thomas Jefferson

Gary woke to a pounding headache and slowly sat up. He reached up and felt the back of his head. He felt moisture and when he pulled his hand away, he saw blood on his fingers.

"What happened?" Gary asked himself. He thought for a minute and then, "The paper!" He reached into his back pocket, but found it was empty.

"Looking for this?" asked a voice from behind him. The hair on the back of Gary's neck stood on end and Gary slowly turned around. He saw the man he had been dreading standing there holding a paper; his paper! "Welcome back," said Bostwick coldly.

Gary tried to stand, but the room started to spin, and he fell back to the floor.

"Glad to see you remember me," said Bostwick.

"Wh-what-what d-do you w-want?" asked Gary nervously.

"Same thing I wanted last time," said Bostwick. "Revenge."

"Against y-y-your br-brother?" said Gary.

Anger flashed in the man's eyes and before Gary could react, Bostwick had grabbed the front on Gary's shirt and pulled him to his feet. "Not this time," said Bostwick through clenched teeth. "I want revenge against you!" He pushed Gary back. Gary stumbled and tripped over his feet. He fell back and hit the wall.

Bostwick glared at Gary and then left the room; the paper still in his hands.

!&!&!&

Hazel was asleep on the couch. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but she was tired and finally gave in. She woke to the ringing of the phone. Hazel hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" she said hoping to hear Gary's voice on the other end.

"Hazel," said Marissa, "have you heard from Gary?"

"No," said Hazel with a sigh. "I was hoping you had ."

"No such luck," said Marissa quietly. "If he calls you or you get a hold of him, tell me."

"Alright," said Hazel. "If he calls you, tell me. I'm really worried."

"Okay," said Marissa. "Bye."

"Bye," said Hazel. She hung up the phone and went back to sit on the couch. The clock on the living room wall read one-thirty a.m..

!&!&!&

Gary slowly got up off the floor and walked over to the door. He head throbbed in pain, but Gary was trying his best to ignore it. He grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He prayed that Bostwick was gone by now.

He stepped out into the hall, but before he could even take two steps, someone grabbed him and threw him up against the wall.

"I was hoping you would try and escape," said Bostwick coldly. Gary felt his hands around his neck. Bostwick was applying enough pressure to make it hard for Gary to breath, but not enough to cut off his air supply completely.

"You're not allowed to leave yet," said Bostwick with a sick grin. He applied more pressure to Gary's throat. "I have plans for you." He punched Gary in the stomach and laughed as he watched Gary struggle to get air.

Bostwick let Gary fall to the floor and smiled to himself as Gary burst into a coughing fit. Bostwick pulled his foot back and planted a kick in Gary's side. He pulled Gary back to his feet by his arm and hauled him back to the room. He threw Gary into the room and slammed the door shut. This time he made sure to lock the door.

!&!&!&

Marissa walked into McGinty's the next morning. The bar was quiet. She had hoped to hear Gary, but she was greeted only by the silence. Marissa sighed and walked into the office.

"Maybe he had to go to an early save," Marissa thought to herself. She sat down at her desk and started to work on some bills.

!&!&!&

Gary was resting his head against the wall behind him. He still had a pounding headache, but the pain was less than yesterday. There was a new pain though. There was a dull ache in his ribs from where Bostwick had kicked him.

"Where's the cat?" Gary asked himself. "He should have been here by now." He heard a loud yowl and Bostwick shout from somewhere in the building. Bostwick shouted a few curse words and then there was a loud crash followed by silence. Gary slowly got to his feet and walked over to the door. He turned the knob, but found the door locked.

He heard footsteps out in the hall and he slowly backed up. "Maybe I can surprise," Gary thought, "and then I can get out of here."

The door opened and Gary saw Bostwick entering the room; his eyes focused on the paper in his hand. Gary rushed at the older man hoping to catch him off guard and get out of the house. Bostwick saw Gary coming, but not in time to get out of the way.

Gary hit the older, but a few seconds later, he felt a white-hot pain in his stomach. He stumbled back a few feet and looked down at the cut on his stomach. He looked up at Bostwick and saw him holding a bloody knife.

"You don't think I was ready for anything?" said Bostwick as a smile crept onto his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bandana. He tossed it to Gary and said with spite in his voice, "Here. I don't want you to bleed to death." He cast one last glare at Gary and then left the room.

Gary looked down at the bandana on the floor and carefully stooped to pick it up. He carefully lifted the front of his shirt and looked at the cut. He couldn't tell how deep it was, but it was bleeding badly. He pressed the bandana against it and winced in pain. He carefully sat down on the floor and rested his head against the wall.

!&!&!&

Hazel slowly dialed the number of Anderson's office. She knew she could be jumping to conclusions, but she didn't care anymore. She waited while it rang, but when the machine picked up, she cursed to herself.

She looked over at the dog lying on the couch and then around the apartment. "He could have just got in really late," Hazel said to herself, "and now's he still asleep." Then aloud she said with a laugh. "Yeah right."

She grabbed her keys off the counter and left the apartment.

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Uh, Second chapter. I guess.