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: I took this chapter off just to fix something in it. Sorry it took so long to re-post it, but I kinda broke a rule and got my upload access denied for about a week. This site is very serious about their rules, remember that.

Un-Forgotten

Chapter Three: The Crash

"The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil." Hannah Arendt.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?" Hazel asked Marissa as she paced around the McGinty's office.

"I don't know," said Marissa. "We should go to the police."

"And say what?" asked Hazel turning to stare at Marissa. "Our friend didn't come home last night after going out to stop a mugging he read about in tomorrow's paper. We think he might have been kidnapped by this mentally insane criminal with a grudge against who recently escaped from a mental institution south of here, but you can't tell anyone that because it's a government secret. How might you find him, you ask? Just look for an orange tabby cat and an edition of tomorrow's paper. We'd end up in the same place Bostwick just escaped from."

"I wouldn't go that far," said Marissa not caring much for Hazel's sarcasm, "but we have to find him."

"I know," said Hazel as she sat down, "but where do we start."

"We need to get help," said Marissa.

"I've been trying to get hold of Anderson all day," said Hazel. "Try and get their help, but I can't even get two words in before something he has to deal with pops up. Can't go to the police without telling them how we know."

"What about Crumb?" said Marissa.

"What?" asked Hazel.

"Crumb," said Marissa. "He's a detective. We can tell him about Bostwick. He's helped before. The only thing we can't tell him about is the paper."

"I guess that would work," said Hazel. She ran a hand through her hair. "We have to find him."

!&!&!&

Gary didn't realize it, but he had fallen asleep. He was awoken by a loud crash. He opened his eyes and saw Bostwick standing over him. He pulled Gary to his feet and said harshly, "Come on."

"Where are we going?" asked Gary.

"Where you would have gone tonight if you hadn't had an expected change of plans," said Bostwick. He pulled Gary's arms behind his back and handcuffed him. "Can't have you getting away, now can we?"

He led Gary out of the house and down to a car that was parked alongside the road. Bostwick opened the passenger's side door and shoved Gary into the seat. He walked over to the driver's side and got in.

!&!&!&

"So what happened again?" asked Crumb as he sat down in the McGinty's office.

"He didn't come back last night," replied Marissa.

"There has to be more to it that," said Crumb. "I mean, you said he knew Bostwick had escaped. Gary knew he was after him. Why would he out that late?"

Hazel looked nervously around the room and then answered, "We don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?!" shouted Crumb. "Were you just talking to him and then all of a sudden, he got up and left and didn't say a word."

"Not exactly," said Marissa. "He-he told us he had to run and errand and left. He didn't come home."

"Look," said Crumb, "I can't help you find him unless you can give more information that."

"Look here, Crumb," said Marissa angrily, "we don't know anything other that. We'd be looking for him if we did. We need help. Gary is in danger!"

Hazel was shocked at Marissa's outburst and Crumb was staring at the woman. "Alright," said Crumb after about thirty seconds of silence, "but I'm going to need both of you guys help."

!&!&!&

"What are we doing here?" asked Gary. The car was parked along the side of the road close to an intersection with a stoplight.

"You'll see," said Bostwick calmly.

"Why are we here?" Gary asked again angrily.

Bostwick sighed and tossed the paper onto his lap. Gary looked down and saw the article Bostwick must have been talking about. "'Three Critically Injured in Car Crash'" was the title. "I think that I'm up for some entertainment today. What about you?" Bostwick's laugh was full of mirth.

"You ca-can't," said Gary as his already pale face went a shade lighter.

"Of course I can," said Bostwick. "I am quite capable of it."

"But what the people in that car?" said Gary. He had his eyes nervously on the road watching for the cars.

"I don't know them," said Bostwick with a shrug.

"So why do you want them to get hurt?" asked Gary. Bostwick didn't respond.

"Here they come," said Bostwick after a few minutes.

"STOP THEM! Please," Gary begged him. Gary watched as a blue car T-boned the turning vehicle. He heard the screeching sound of breaks and a cry of intense pain. "You're a sick man, d'you know that? Sick!" Gary blinked as hot tears filled in his eyes. All he could think about was the haunting scream of the driver. That scream tormented his mind.

!&!&!&

Hazel walked into her apartment just as the phone began to ring. He rushed over to it and answered hopefully, "Hello!?"

"Hazel," said the man on the other end, "this is Anderson. I got your messages."

"Oh," said Hazel sadly.

"Good to hear from you too," said Anderson.

"Sorry," said Hazel. "I was just hoping you were someone else."

"What's up?" Anderson noted the troubled tone in her voice.

"We think that Bostwick has Gary. He's been missing for roughly a day," she replied weakly.

"Maybe something came up and he had to go out of town?" Anderson suggested.

"No, believe me, if something like that happened," said Hazel, "Gary would've told us."

"I'll send somebody over, okay?" he asked.

"Sure, who?" Hazel inquired.

"New agent, his name's Ian McCain," Anderson added.

"What?!" shouted Hazel. "You want to send a new agent on this assignment? I don't think so! We're dealing with a mental, homicidal criminal, and we need someone who knows what the hell they're doing!" Hazel went into a vat of hysterics.

"I'm sending him anyway, Hazel," he said tonelessly.

"Damn you, Anderson!" she shouted into the receiver.

"I love you, too Hazel," Anderson said sardonically. "Gotta go make a few calls. Bye."

Hazel heard the dial tone on the other end and hung up the phone. The last thing she needed was a brand new agent fresh out of the academy sticking his nose into things. He probably still played by all the rules.

!&!&!&

Bostwick took the handcuffs off Gary's wrist and threw him into the room. "Think about it," said Bostwick seeing that Gary had been greatly affected by what he saw tonight. He was glad about that. "You could have stopped those people from getting hurt, but you didn't?"

Gary stared at him when he said that, but didn't say anything.

"You didn't stop it," said Bostwick, "what if you had?" He smiled evilly at Gary and then left the room letting what he had said sink in.

Gary leaned against the wall and rested his head. He still saw the accident in his mind, heard the screams and everything. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He started to shiver not knowing if it was from cold or Bostwick's words.

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Done with three.