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 Four: The Threat

"No matter how much you do, you never do enough."

Hazel paced around her table, thinking about what probably was happening to Gary right now. "Maybe he's..." she never finished that thought, but always left it hanging. Wadsworth, seeing his human companion in a fit of distress, nudged her elbow and gave her a look a sympathy. "Oh, Wads," Hazel threw her arms around the big dog's neck, "what if back," she whispered the last two words. Wadsworth just looked at her with his sad eyes. Suddenly the phone rang. "Hello?" said Hazel.

"Hazel, it's Marissa," said the voice on the line.

"I talked to Anderson," she said .

"Who?" Marissa asked with confusion in her voice.

"My old boss," Hazel said plainly. "He's sending an agent over."

Marissa noted the sourness of Hazel's voice as she said 'agent'. "What's wrong?"

"He's sending over a new agent, fresh from the academy," she said bitterly, "never had any experience in a situation like this before. Probably will screw everything up," Hazel rambled on for a few minutes.

!&!&!&

Gary heard the soft thumping of padded footsteps. "Cat?" he opened an bleary eye and looked around. For a second, the room was blurry, but after Gary blinked his eyes a few times it cleared.

He saw the Cat sitting across the room staring at him. "Please don't let him have the paper," Gary prayed to himself. He knew he couldn't take another day of Bostwick's sick games. He walked over to the cat, but didn't see the paper.

Gary heard the door open behind him and turned around quickly. He saw Bostwick standing there. He didn't have the paper. Gary sighed in relief. "Where is it, Hobson?"

"Where's what?" Gary asked innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about! Now give me the paper," Bostwick's dark figure loomed over Gary.

"I don't have it," he said honestly.

"Give it to me, now," Bostwick said.

"I don't have it!" Gary replied again.

Bostwick grabbed the front of Gary's shirt and threw him up against the wall. "Give me the damn paper!"

"Even if I did have it," said Gary through clenched teeth. "I wouldn't give it to you just so you would let innocent people get hurt."

Bostwick glared at Gary and then slammed his head the wall. Gary felt a burst of pain in his head and then the word went dark.

!&!&!&

Hazel was sitting in the McGinty's office. Marissa was sitting at the desk and Crumb was pacing.

"Do you know him?" asked Crumb finally breaking the uncomfortable silence in the room.

"Nope," said Hazel. "Joined after I quit. Have you made any progress?"

"Not much," said Crumb, "but you didn't exactly give a whole lot to go on."

"Just tell us what you found," said Marissa.

"Alright," said Crumb. "I've been asking around. Seeing if anybody has seen Hobson or Bostwick.. Some guy I was talking to said he saw a man that looked like Hobson just standing on the sidewalk not doing anything about two nights ago. Said he went into the store and when he came out the man was gone." He saw the look on their faces. "I told you it wasn't much to go on."

"Anything else?" asked Hazel.

Crumb thought for a minute. "This woman on the other end of town said she thought she saw man that looked like Bostwick in a 7-11, but she said she couldn't be sure. Still not much to go on."

"Better than nothing," said Marissa.

"Yeah," retorted Hazel.

"No sarcasm required here, Hazel," said Marissa.

"Sorry," said Hazel.

"So when does this new agent show up?" asked Crumb.

"Tomorrow sometime," replied Hazel.

"Maybe he'll be able to help us," said Marissa.

!&!&!&

Gary slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Bostwick was gone, but Gary could still feel his presence there. "Those people got hurt because of me," Gary said quietly to himself, "because I didn't do anything." The accident repeated itself in his mind. Gary tried to block it out, but he couldn't.

He was cold, but there wasn't any draft in the house. He was cold from fear and the fever he knew he had. "I have to stop him," Gary thought to himself. "I have to."

!&!&!&

Bostwick sat in the chair slowly rocking on two legs. He had hoped to keep up the mind games for a few days, but the paper had stopped coming. "What am I supposed to do now?" he asked himself. "I don't want to kill him yet. There wouldn't be any fun in that." He let the chair rest on all fours legs again and rested his chin in his hands. "He cares about people, friends, strangers, it doesn't matter. That's his weakness." He smiled to himself as a new plan started to form in his head.

!&!&!&

The plane landed in five minutes and Hazel was moping in one of the chairs waiting to pick up the new agent. "How the hell did I get suckered into this?" she asked herself. "Sometimes, I hate Anderson."

"Maureen Hazel?" said a voice. Hazel looked up and saw a man in his late twenties standing there.

"Hazel will be fine," said Hazel simply as she stood up. "Wait, how did you know it was me?"

"I read your old file," said the man. He stuck out his hand. "Ian McCain."

"Charmed," said Hazel not bothering to shake his hand. She started to walk away.

The agent brought his hand back and followed Hazel. "I know I wasn't exactly what you were expecting, but I do believe I can help you."

"I'm glad one of us believes that," said Hazel as she quickened her pace.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" asked McCain as he tried to catch up with her.

"Why aren't you?" retorted Hazel angrily.

"Because I don't really know where I'm going yet," replied McCain.

Hazel stopped suddenly and turned around. "Do you have any idea what's going on here?" asked Hazel giving the agent a funny look.

"Of course I do," said McCain. "A man named Samuel Bostwick escaped from a mental institution. Apparently he was a threat to you about a year ago or so. No he's after a man named, oh...I forgot the name."

"His name is Gary Hobson," said Hazel, "and Samuel Bostwick isn't after him, he's already got him."

"How do you know that?" asked McCain. "And why weren't we informed?"

"I told Anderson," said Hazel, "and he told me he was sending you. He probably told you and you forgot." She turned around and walked away.

!&!&!&

Gary opened his eyes as he heard the door opened and looked up to see Bostwick walk into the room. He walked over to Gary and stared at him for a moment. All of a sudden, Bostwick started to snicker.

"What's so funny?" asked Gary weakly.

"Just thinking about something," said Bostwick. "If this is how you react to complete strangers getting hurt, how would you react if someone you cared about got hurt?" Gary swallowed hard, but didn't say anything. "One of your friends or family. What if I brought one of them here to 'visit?'"

"Leave them alone," said Gary with his teeth clenched tightly. He tried to stand up, but Bostwick pushed him back down.

"What are you going to do about it?" asked Bostwick. "I think I will bring your friends for a visit. See how you feel if one of them get hurt."

"If you do," said Gary threateningly as he tried to stand again, "I'll- I'll..."

Bostwick laughed and pulled Gary to his feet. "You'll what?"

"I'll make you pay," said Gary angrily not caring if he made Bostwick angry. Gary swung out with his left arm and punched Bostwick across the face. Bostwick was stunned, but didn't let go of Gary's shirt. He regained his composure and punched Gary in his stomach. He didn't even wait for Gary to get his breath before he punched him again. Bostwick let Gary fall to the floor and then planted a powerful kick on the cut. Gary gasped in pain and struggled to breath.

Bostwick left the room and laughing to himself as he heard Gary gasping for air.

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Chapter four. Done.