Birds Of A Feather (Ray x Reader)

Frozen In Time

A/N: I feel like I've been pregnant for nine months and by that I mean this fic is the child who won't get tf out (won't finish). I know it hasn't even been a year since it started again but good lord...ANYWAY CHAPTER TIME<3

YOUR POV:

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Y/N."

"And your last name?"

"L/N."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

The bright lights of the interrogation room were so bright it made my eyes hurt. I had been at the police station for a few hours now and the lights and all the questions were beginning to make my head hurt.

"You've been missing for a while Y/N," the police officer says. The officer was up in age, probably around his sixties. "What do you remember?"

I groan, "how many more times do I have to answer that question? I've told you and all the other cops! Nothing!"

The officer nods, "I know that. But I need you to think long and hard about it."

"I don't remember anything."

"So then what do you remember?"

I paused. "What I remember?" My brows furrow as I look down at the tile floor. "I remember watching cartoons at home before I was kidnapped."

"And how old were you when this happened?"

"I was probably around four or five maybe?"

The officer nods, "and after that?"

"Nothing."

"When we found you, you were unconscious in the woods on the outskirts of the city." The officer states, "you had nothing but the clothes on your back, a grappling hook, a bag and two guns. What would a little girl like you be doing with all these things?"

I shrug, "I don't know. Maybe I escaped my pursuers or something."

"We looked inside your bag and we found nothing of interest," he says, "but we did find this picture." The man places a Polaroid picture on the table. He slides it over to me. The picture was blurry and shaky, as if whoever took it was really bad at taking pictures.

There was a tree and someone sat underneath it, a boy with black hair. However, due to the poor quality of the photo, the other features were impossible to make out.

"Are you okay?" The officer softly asks, "you're crying."

I blinked as I noticed tears on the table top and the picture. I looked up at the officer, "do you know who that is?"

I shake my head and wipe my tears, "no clue. I don't even know why I would have a picture of some random boy in my bag."

The officer nods, "I see. You were able to cooperate with us earlier, so may I ask about the scar?"

I placed a hand on my abdomen where my scar was. "I don't know how I got it."

"I see. Thank you for your cooperation." He says standing up, "I shall escort you to your parents now."