Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe however I do own my OCs including Cassidy Williams. This story may be depressing to some viewers. This story is rated Teen. Have a good time reading and just a reminder, there is a prequel to this story called Direct Ordinance. If you haven't read it might explain some references and foreshadowing that you've seen.

I've been sitting in this depressing, dark, and dank room for days now ,and it is driving me crazy. There has been about five times I came so close to ripping out all my hair, and that's a lot of hair. My nails are chipped on the edges from me trying to claw the lock off.

So right now I am lying face down on the gun metal grey bed. My brown hair was strung out around me like a fan. I was positioned like a snow angel. And… I was completely and utterly bored.

That was until a heard arguing outside the door. I ran over to the tiny window and pressed my face against the glass trying to get a better view of what was happening outside. Some of the agents were arguing over something, perhaps a case they were working on. I tried to see their thoughts from here but the steel and glass prevented me from hearing them. This aggravated me. I had a feeling, this physical barrier hadn't stopped me other times I tried this.

I banged my head against the glass in aggravation before moving away; my eyes trying to glare a hole in the lock, yeah that didn't work. But it gave me an idea. Instead of trying to claw the whole lock off, I took off the outer covering off so I could look at the wires the cris-crossed inside. There was a speaker inside that from what I could tell led out there. Hmm. I guess if they wanted to ask questions from their desks they could.

I twisted together some of the yellow and green wires. Suddenly I began to hear what they were saying on the outside.

"Charlie, I've got a weird feeling about this case. It was too well set up. I think someone is doing this."

"Liv, listen to yourself it sounds impossible."

"Charlie we deal with the impossible every day."

I hurriedly twisted other wires together along with connecting the speaker to it. Seeing that they were moving away from the area I rushed to finish my microphone. Taking a deep breath, I started to speak into it.

"Actually Agent, I believe she is correct; there is a high statistical improbability that the circumstances needed to kill two people the same way, in such an odd way, would align naturally. Less likely for it to occur within the same Millennium."

I looked out the window to see Liv, Charlie and Lincoln staring at my cell door. Being me I waved to them from the door. I barely caught the smile that etched itself on Olivia's face for a second. It was gone just as quickly as it came. They started to move away from their desks again and I thought they were going to ignore me but instead they came over to my cell and walked right on in.

Lincoln was the first one to start asking questions.

"How did you do that?" He asked as he gestured towards the makeshift listening and speaking device.

I smiled but didn't answer him. He looked like he was going to ask again when Liv motioned for him to stop.

"How do you supposed it happened?" Her blue eyes looked at me pleadingly, begging for me to answer quickly so she could save lives.

"This person is manipulating certain factors in his target environment. In all likely hood he knows his victims."

Now it was time for Charlie to join in.

"How do you know that?"

"Easy, he would need to observe their patterns of behavior in order to properly manipulate them. It would be of no use to stage an accident on one street their walking on if you didn't know they stopped for something to eat before they got on the bus. You would put your plan into action to soon thus not catching your intended victim."

"Ahh…"

"Okay"

"Thanks for your help Cassidy we appreciate it."

"You're Welcome, and be warned… If I were this person, I would already be watching you."

I read their thoughts as they exited the door. They were all on alert. Good. I would hate for them to die. They look like nice people, especially Charlie.

Calming my mind on the fact that I helped them as best I could, I laid back down on my bed and thought of home. I didn't know what was home, however as I thought deeper, harder, I started to put a few pieces together. Home was a small beach house in Texas on the Gulf coast. The wind brushing my hair away from my face as I sat in my wood and fabric chair that stood on the red oak deck. Home. Slowly but surely I fell into a dream that felt a lot like a memory.

It was nice day. I could hear the seagulls crying overhead as they traveled toward the open shore that laid not thirty yards from where I was laying down. I sighed, turning onto my stomach so the sun could kiss my back, leaving ,hopefully, a golden tan in its wake. Every now and then a stray gust of wind would blow my long, russet colored hair away from my long neck. I could smell fresh sea water and the sea food that my brother had caught the day before. My stomach growled at the promise of lobster for dinner. I sighed again enjoying the peace, for it hadn't yet been squashed been shrieks and laughs of my little cousins. At my side another seagull cried, it too smelling the catch that had been brought in not half an hour ago from the ice house. I giggled, my voice scaring off the noisy bird but inviting over my brother.

"Hey Doll." He said as he flopped onto the sand near where I was laying. I let out an indignant cry as sand sprayed onto me. He chuckled before wiping off my back and sitting up.

"What do you want James!" I moaned as I rolled over again. The sun was now glaring in my eyes and the sand was itching my back. I turned my head to glare at him but found him smiling at me.

"What are you looking at, Jay?!"

"Nothin' just you."

"Okay what are you thinkin' about then?"

"How many boys I'm goin' to have to beat up for looking at yah." He said seriously as he moved a piece of my hair out of my hazel eyes. I blushed a little bit before wrapping my brother in a big hug. His arms wrapped protectively around me as I laid my head on his shoulder.

Suddenly he started shaking me, yelling…

"Wake up Cassidy. Wake Up!"

"Wake up Cassidy! Cassidy WAKE UP!"

My eyes shot open and I finally woke up from my memory err... dream. After taking a couple deep breaths I noticed the agents standing above me. They all look pretty worried.

"You're looking at me like I just got run over by a steer, what's wrong with you?"

Liv shook her head and smiled before frowning again.

"Cassidy you weren't waking up. We've been here for 5 minutes trying to wake you up."

"Well I'm awake now, so what you want?" I asked as I slide off the bed and started walking around the room, I cursed slightly under my breathe for letting my accent come out, then remembering I didn't know I had an accent, before listening to what Liv had to say.

"We came to ask a few more questions. See if you remembered anything else that you'd like to share."

I shook my head 'no'. I had remembered something else but not something I would like to share. It felt too private, too happy to share to them, the people keeping me prisoner. In fact how could they even expect I would talk to them?

"How could you expect me to tell you anything? I have been kept prisoner here for some reason that I don't even know! You tried to drug me while asking me to trust you! You leave me in here with no entertainment so I am forced to pull my hair out because I am so bored! Then I TRY TO HELP YOU PEOPLE AND YOU INTERROGATE ME! Tell me why should I even utter another word to you?" My voice was dripping with venom by the time I was done. Everyone had flinched at some point during my scream fest. My glare only increased the speed at which they left the room. Olivia uttered 'I'm sorry you feel that way' before quietly closing the door.

I collapsed on the bed, my body spent from the conveying such a huge amount emotional energy during the end of the conversation. I sat there crying. Crying at the horrible situation. Crying at the horrible way I had just treated them but most of all, crying because I couldn't remember who I was. And all I could see as I sat there was James's face.

Thanks for reading everyone. That was a really emotional chapter for Cassidy. She is starting to become the spitfire she was before she had part of her brain removed in Direct Ordinance. Please Rate and Review. I also urge you to leave any ideas you have for the story in the future. If I use it, I will credit you. Thanks for reading, hope you have an awesome end of summer.