Blind Spot
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Chapter 2: Tests, tests, and more tests
Rated: M
Six POV
I'm in a room with nothing but a chair like bed and a medical gown. There is glass around the room where I can see the city and the sun set. It's beautiful, but I just wish this was all a nightmare that I can wake up at my own will.
Meanwhile….
Tobias POV
"Who is Six Wright? Why was she dropped in Times Square for us to find? And why the hell is my name tattooed on her back?"
I stand in front of all the people of the HQ and scan the crowd.
"Zeke, Christina, Will your on my case histories, and you find out if anyone I put in jail got out recently, I don't recall any similar M.O.'s but I could be missing something."
I turn around and look at the various tattoos. "As for this Six Wright, let's try and squeeze some blood out of that stone"
After my little show I meet up with Uriah to learn some more about the girls condition.
Her narrative memory has been obliterated" he states "But her procedural memory is still intact"
"So she can walk, talk, understand the world oh and please use real English"
He just glares at me.
"Yea, conceptionaly it all seems to be there, but the specifics are cloudy. For instance she knows what music is but doesn't remember The Beatles" he tries to explain.
"And she'll never get her memory back?" Shauna asks
"Honestly we have never had a case like this before, and when I say 'we' I mean the entirety of medical science. So it's possible that something familiar could trigger a memory but, there's no way to be for sure."
Six POV (during and after the conversation)
Two men come through the door and they tell me to get dressed. They hand me a black tank top, a pair of jeans, and some running shoes. Right after I get changed I step out and the two men practically drag me through the halls and walk me into what looks like an interrogation room they sit me down and walk me down and I am nervously looking around fighting the urge to bolt out of the door.
Tobias POV
"This woman did not come out of thin air" I state angrily that no one knows who this woman is.
"I don't that someone carried that duffle bag into Times Square" I take a moment to think about it. "If it were me, I'd have done it in a van. Side door, quick drop. Christina set all of Times Square CCTV footage and find out how she got there" I tell her full command.
I look around trying to find someone I can trust.
"Marlene" I say as I walk towards her "I want Six Wright printed, photographed, and scanned into every missing person and social media data base out there. Run her DNA through CODIS. I know that's not going to give us anything quick so do a full genealogy study. We do it all."
Six POV
The door opens again and a woman wearing a lab coat comes in, she introduces herself as Marlene and tells me that they need to run some tests on me. I oblige. She asks me to step into a tiny room and tells me to stand perfectly still that she was just going to take pictures of my profile. Next a not so nice looking lady jabbed a butterfly needle into me arm to take some blood. It hurt like hell but I held in the pain. It was cold and in that room and I was shivering uncontrollably. Marlene took my hands and pressed them down into the finger print scanner. I don't know why but that sent shooting pain up my arms. I winced and looked down hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Does that hurt?" she asks looking concerned?
"Yes they're – they're a little sore" I say in a croaky voice.
"You're tattoos?" she asks with curiosity and a little realization in her voice.
All I'm capable of doing is nodding.
She looked at me with pity. I don't want pity and I certainly don't need it I say in my head.
"I'm going to have to image them"
"All of them?" I ask not very fond of people seeing me naked, but she assures me it's just her.
She leads me to another room and tells me to stand with my feet slightly apart and my hands slightly above my sides. She tells me to close my eyes and not to open them for anything. I can feel the machine spinning around me scanning my tattoos
Tobias POV
"It might not surprise you that 78% of the cameras were out of commission, out of position, or out of focus, I managed to pull this though."
Christina pulled up a clip of the footage.
"In a van, side door'' She looks at me and smirks "Do you ever get tired of being right?"
I have a smug look on my face "No"
"You get the plates" I ask
"No but I followed it through the CCTV grid. It enters this common dead zone across town and never comes out."
I let out a heavy sigh "keep trying I have to meet up with Marlene to talk about Six"
"Ok good luck"
I make my way to the lab looking at Six's tattoos as Marlene explains to us what her diagnostic is.
"All of her tattoos are brand new – all of them" Marlene tells us.
"What? How new?" Shauna asks with the same what-the- fuckness I'm feeling. I just stare at her tattoos wondering why?
"Judging by the healing, no more than a few weeks"
"Her entire body was tattooed at once?" Shauna asks in ridicule "And why would they do that?"
"It's a treasure map" I answer. The two woman look at me like I grew a second head "Come again?" Shauna asks
"Look at it. There's no 'X' that marks the spot.
They turn and look at it again trying to understand my logic.
"There's hidden letters, random numbers, map pieces without context or names" Their eyes widen in realization "It's like a puzzle. And the first piece couldn't be clearer"
I think this over in my head and no one can hide their tracks this good there has to be something. I take an elevator ride another thing I hate confinement. I'm going to go see her; I just hope I remain professional. Ugh this is giving me a headache I need coffee.
Six POV
"State your name for the record"
I think for a little bit
"Six" I reply. He looks annoyed but that's all I got
"Last name"
"I don't remember"
They have me strapped to a machine. I think it's called a lie detector. He occasionally glances at me but mostly looks at the screen.
"Who is the current president of the United States?"
"I – I don't know" even though he has the dammed machine right in front of him he looks like he doesn't believe me.
"What is your mother's name?"
That's it I think. That set me off he has the nerve to ask me for my mother's name but for all I know she could be dead, alive, but I wouldn't know her so I just stare at him.
"Have you ever directly or indirectly been involved with or assisted a terrorist organization?"
Exasperated I calmly ask "How many more of these are there?" deflecting my question he answers
"Try to limit your answers to yes or no"
"It's the same answer every god dammed time I don't' know. I don't know what's going on, I don't know what's happening to me and I don't know how else to tell you that." I start ripping off the wires on my hand and throwing thin on the table. I'm done.
"Hold on Wait a second. Miss?" he says trying to calm me down but that only filed up my anger more.
"Miss what? Miss who?" I scoff "I don't have a name. I let you people poke me, prod me, scan me." I say exasperated, frustrated and just plain angry.
"Ok, I want to speak to someone in charge." I say calmly
"Let's just take a deep breath—"again with the patronizing.
"I want to speak to someone in charge!" I yell. I know I'm making a scene but I don't care, I want to leave.
Tobias POV
As I walk in I get a sense of sympathy for her as our eyes meet, but I quickly mask it I need to remain professional.
"I'm special Agent Tobias Eaton. I'm the lead agent on your case."
She looks at me desperately "Please tell me you know what's going on. Who am I?"
I shake my head a little "I don't know yet, and facial recognition did not find you in any of our data bases"
She looks down in disappointment and grief "All these test and you don't know anything?"
As I look at her I feel sense of protectiveness for her, like it's my job to look after her.
"Do you recognize?" I finally ask curiosity getting the better of me.
She looked confused and then narrows her eyes at me; in all honesty she looked pretty hot doing it. Get your hormones in check Tobias.
"Why would I—"she stops and closes her eyes then darts out her tong to wet her lips damn. "I don't even recognize me"
"Uriah believes if you encounter a familiar stimuli, it may trigger your memory." I say a little hopeful she just furrows her eyebrows.
"Why would you be familiar?"
I look at her pained and tell her the truth
"Because my name Tobias Eaton –"I point to a picture of my name on her back "Is tattooed on your back" She takes the picture and looks at it disbelief.
"What is happening to me?" She looks at me again lost.
"I don't know who you are, ma'am" I hate that "But maybe, somehow you knew me."
"I don't understand any of this." She says as she frantically looks around.
"I know this is overwhelming" I tell her "Please try"
She looks down and I take her hands.
"Something may come back to you."
She looks so exhausted and like she might burst into tears at any moment. I press our palms together and she flicks her eyes to mine. I bring up her other hand and lightly drag her fingertips across my face; her fingers feel soft against the slight stubble on my cheek. I drag them across slowly tracing my forehead, the bridge of my nose, my lips, and then she suddenly pulled her hands back like she was scared.
"Anything?" I say hopeful but a little disappointed at the loss of contact.
"No" She says almost breathless
"So…what happens now?" she asks softly
I look down "We will release a clean photograph of you to the media" my eyes flicker back to hers "Someone must know who you are."
"No that's – that's not what I meant. I mean what happens right now?" She looks at me helplessly "I don't have anywhere to go."
I look right back at her fighting the urge to tell her she can come back to my place.
"I'll take you to a safe house. I'll explain more when we get there"
"Now?"
"Now."
At the safe house
"So this is the safe house" I say as I show her around "We use it for people under protective custody. There's a couch, TV, everything you need" I say as I motion around the room
She looked unsure "Are the, um, guys outside, are – they to keep people out or me in?"
I feel very nervous which is unusual for me so I just lie "No, no, they're here just for now to keep you safe 'til we get to the bottom of this" I take a deep breath not really wanting to leave "I'll give you some privacy"
"Wait you're leaving?" She says sounding a little panicked.
"Yeah you should – you should get some sleep or get something to eat so, if there is any food you like, tell the security guys and they'll get it for you."
She looks a little amused at this "I don't know what I like" She says like she's reminding me.
Oh shit, I can't believe I fucking forgot that
"Right um…I'll get them to get you a bunch of menus so you can choose."
She purses her lips and looks around lost so I try to make her feel better
"Good night, Six"
"Good night and thank you" She says
I nod my head in acknowledgement and leave. Once I get home I think and think and think how can someone do this to a person? What is going on and how the hell am I connected to all of this? Who is she? I would be lying to myself if I said she was not attractive but that is unrelated unless… I look for my laptop and pull up and old newspaper about when I was ten years old (he's 25 and Six is 23) Beatrice(Tris)Prior I take the picture and compare it to Six's…no that's not possible but, I'm not sure anymore.
Six POV
I'm standing in front of a mirror I look at myself, I start to take of my cloths and stare at my tattoos. My body starts shaking as I sob, how could someone do this to me? They took my entire life away from me, who the hell gave them that right. I take a shower and crawl into bed, I cry myself to sleep.
hey guys sorry I haven't posted I was caught up with school work but I promise to update every 3 days or less if I'm not busy and if I don't then I'll give you guys an extra-long chapter just like today. Bye see you in three days or less and the more reviews the more I'll post.