O2 2/18
Chapter One:
The subsequent hours were a blur of vehicles, sirens, crime scene tape, and hundreds of law enforcement personnel including Secret Service, FBI and LAPD.
The footage Don had seen, that they all had seen multiple times now, showed the Deputy Attorney General being abducted at gunpoint by a small team of well armed men while he was leaving a public appearance in downtown Los Angeles.
The Secret Service agents guarding the DAG had all been killed by the well organized criminal assault team. Three civilians who happened to be leaving the event at the same time were also shot and killed. Another civilian, a woman, had been shot in the head yet somehow survived. No one was holding out much hope that she would be able to provide any additional information beyond what the videotape had captured.
Regardless, when Kim was informed that the woman was out of surgery she assigned Don to see if the witness could be roused enough for a brief statement. There were so few leads they were willing to try anything to get something fresh to go on.
Don felt annoyed at being sent away from the action to wait for a statement from a witness who likely would not regain consciousness for at least several days if at all, but realized that with the Secret Service running the code black the FBI was only playing a supporting role. Still, it was the Department of Justice's second in command who was missing, someone that every Bureau employee cared about getting back safely and quickly.
Don referred to his notebook upon arrival at the hospital. The name of the injured witness was Olivia Brecht. In the back of his head, Don wondered if she pronounced it Ah-livee-ah or O-livee-ah. He smiled at that thought, sprung out of the recesses of his memory, and then shook it off to concentrate on the case again. He flashed his badge at the admissions desk and inquired about the woman he was there to question.
Don took the elevator to the appropriate floor and located the room he had been directed to. He'd asked admissions to page the woman's doctor in the hopes that he'd be able to tell him how likely it was that the woman would regain consciousness. Having an agent stand around waiting for a person with a brain injury to wake was a poor allocation of resources, especially when there was so much he could be doing to help the investigation. With a frustrated sigh, he opened the door, fully expecting a waste of time.
Time is exactly what hit him.
The second Don laid eyes on the woman in the bed he was seventeen years old again.
"O." The sound barely escaped his lips, more breath than noise.
Olivia Brecht was his Olivia Gonzales.