Trust Me (A Stitchers Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two: Damsel In Distress

Sitting up in the fish tank as soon as she was out of the memory, Kirsten breathed heavily and looked down at her own abdomen, where the two bullets passed through. There were no gaping holes, nor any sign or damage. Cameron rushed to the edge of the tank and climbed the ladder until he was eye level with Kirsten.

"Are you okay? What made you bounce so suddenly?"

"T-the bullets went right through me. It felt like I actually was shot," she stammered, trying to slow her breathing as she climbed out of the water. Cameron offered her a hand to keep her steady, which she gratefully took. His eyebrows were furrowed together in concern and confusion.

"That... shouldn't have happened. I mean, you aren't physically there. There's no way for you to actually feel the bullets."

"Well, I did," Kirsten snapped, a tinge of panic in her voice. Cameron seemed to back off at that point, leaving Kirsten to go get changed.

Camille watched her leave before looking to Cameron. "What was that about?"

"I have no idea," Cameron admitted, scratching his head.

As Kirsten changed from her Cat Woman outfit into her street clothes, she found herself feeling jumpy. Any noise made her flinch and dart away to check her surroundings. She sighed. Residual emotions suck ass, she thought. Walking into the conference room, the blonde saw that her team was waiting on her.

"What did you see in there?" Maggie asked, leaning onto the glass table top.

Kirsten closed her eyes, letting the dead girl's memories return to her mind. "Well, she was trying to get away from someone, or somewhere. She was scared and panicky," she began. Cameron and Camille exchanged looks, answering the question from a few minutes prior. "Then she was cornered by a man; he said that Frank sends his regards." She opened her eyes. "The shooter was just an underling of this Frank guy."

"Does Frank have a last name?" Linus asked.

"If he does, Abbey didn't know it. All that she knows about him is his first name and how he looks," Kirsten said, a shudder moving down her spine as the remembrance of the threatening looking mobster. She pulled up her usual chair next to Cameron and sat down.

"So we got almost nothing out of the stitch," Maggie grumbled, turning around with her arms crossed.

"Not quite..." Kirsten said, furrowing her eyebrows. "There was some reason that Abbey left when she did. I think she wanted to get out before something big happened. A meeting was going to take place to decide something, and she wanted to leave before things got serious." Kirsten was trying to put together the story as she told it, yet some of the pieces didn't fit, and others were missing entirely.

"Any idea where or when this meeting is going to be?" Maggie pressed.

Kirsten thought for another moment. Then, it came to her and she told the team the name of a classy bar in the downtown area. "It'll be tomorrow night."

"Great. I don't know of any other work we can do tonight, unless you can think of any other information," the leader said. Kirsten shook her head. "Then all of you should head home and rest up. We'll make a game plan tomorrow once I get Fisher to do some recon."

Everyone nodded and stood from their chairs. It wasn't an odd thing for them to break off after a stich, only to reconvene the next day with a mission to begin. The team dispersed themselves around the room; Linus and Maggie talked about the refractory time in case they need to stitch again, and Cameron and Camille were chatting about Camille's stitch lab training.

Kirsten grabbed her bag and started towards the door to leave. She got all the way to the elevator before feeling a hand on her shoulder. The normally emotionally void blonde practically jumped out of her skin. Whipping around to face the owner of the hand, she sighed at the sight of Cameron.