A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 8

Five and a half hours into the flight, I hadn't moved an inch, nor reaching for the cold spirit that Damien had purchased. Alex was asleep behind us and I had only moved my head to turn around and look at the people around me. There were bathrooms in the front for first class as well as in the back for the economy section. I wanted to get up and walk around, as far away as possible from Damien and Alex. Damien noticed my movement next to me as I shifted my weight upwards from my seat. I felt a tug on my arm forcing me back down.

"Where are you going?" Damien whispered in my ear calmly
"Where do I have to go? I'm on a damn plane being held hostage. I'm going to the bathroom." I whispered harshly but making sure nobody heard.

If anybody heard had heard, I knew Damien still had a gun on him, even Alex probably had one. I wouldn't sacrifice everyone else's life just because of a stupid mistake I made. I'd go fix it myself.

"Fine, go." He said letting of my arm

I squeezed through the gap between the seat and window finally getting past Damien. He gave me a slight push on my lower backside while I stepped out into the isle. The disgusting feelings came up again. The bathrooms were located either way but I decided to take the economy bathroom to avoid Damien eyeing me.

Walking through the curtain that separated first class and economy, I was surprised by the size of the plane. There were three rows of seats. Being an international flight, on the sides of the plane there were two seats per row and in the middle, four. Brushing past sleeping people while making my way to the end of the plane, I waited in line.

An older woman was ahead of me and a mother with a girl about seven years old was behind me. I received a few stares from others. Most likely because I was dressed as if I was an attorney facing Supreme Court. The rarity of a dark haired woman with bright colorful green eyes was what made the look complete thanks to the eye makeup and contacts I'd been forced to put on. The little girl shifted in front of her mother and made her way behind me.

Five minutes later into waiting, the little girl uttered a slight sentence to her mother.

"Mommy, why does that woman have cuts on her wrists?" The girl asked tugging slightly to her mom

Realizing what she was pointing at, I pulled my blouse sleeves down enough to cover the handcuff marks that had dug into my wrists. A vacant bathroom opened up saving me from more stares. Locking the bathroom door behind me I looked in the mirror. The under eye circles had gotten slightly worse but I still looked like the "new" me. I didn't want to go to the bathroom anyways, I had no point in going.

My blouse was showing some cleavage and so I buttoned it up, fixed my hair put in my contacts again cleansing them with the available water. Placing them back in, I got out of the bathroom, seeing the little girl enter a bathroom with the mother next in line. I brushed past her until she grabbed my arm softly having me to turn towards her. Nobody was in the line behind her.

"Sorry about my daughter, you know kids..." She mentioned with a sympathetic look
"Yeah, it's alright" I responded as I tried to pull away without seeming rude
"You okay?" She asked seeing the upset expression in my face

I was worried that she would see who I really was, but it seemed like she wasn't from around here, as long as she didn't see find who I was, it was fine.

"Yes, perfectly fine." I responded finally pulling away from her trying to prevent from any further conversation

Finally escaping the chance of being found out, I returned to my seat where Alex had woken up. Sitting back into my seat, Alex rose from his seat whispering to Damien. They switched seats which made me uncomfortable.

"Hey." He said looking at me.

To avoid eye contact, I looked out at the endless view of ocean. Alex brushed his hand agains't my cheek again, and he grabbed my chin forcing my face forward looking into the seat ahead of me. He put his lips to my ear whispering into my ear.

"You have no idea what's ahead of you. It's just getting good, and I'm gonna be your first."

PRECINCT:

"She must be in hell right now." Amaro mentioned
"Nick! You gotta stop thinking that way, we're gonna get her back" Rollins enforced with a harsh attitude
"Guys!" Fin said running in with a woman trailing behind him
"What, any news?" Munch said getting up from his desk chair
"Yea, this woman from Amherst, Massachusetts think she saw Olivia."
"Amherst? That's nearly two states away, what's Olivia doing in Massachusetts?" Nick mentioned
"Well, I'm a waitress in the town and I was working my shift and the woman I didn't recognize at first until she left."
"Lydia, you can sit over there with Detective Rollins." Fin said while gathering Nick and Munch to Captain's office.
"What do you got?" He said looking up from his desk from discussing with other precinct Captains
"We've got a witness who thinks she saw Olivia in Amherst." Nick stated

"She thinks she did? And what the hell is Olivia doing in Amherst?"
The detectives shrugged with a lack of sleep added to it
"Make sure her story is valid, and get a sketch artist." He said

They exited as the three made their way out of the bullpen leaving Rollin's to question Lydia.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was working my shift and this couple walked in, and the woman had child length hair a bit longer though, and she had green eyes, she was with some man too, but he had a foreign accent and his face was kind of hidden behind a hat and sunglasses."
Rollins couldn't believe her because of the physical appearances but she kept questioning her.

"What about the behavior of the woman?"

"She was very jumpy, and the man had them sit in the corner of the restaurant, and he was very controlling over her, he ordered for her and she didn't say much of a word at all. Then afterwards I brought their food, and your news alert came on with pictures of her and then they left right away."

"Did she look physically okay?"

"I noticed that she was nicely dressed with a blouse, slacks, and heels on. Plus she was wearing a ring while holding hands with him. I also noticed some cuts on her wrists that I think she tried to cover up with make up."

Amanda was surprised about it. She couldn't speculate any idea about where Olivia was heading and why she was completely different.

"Did you see where they drove off?"
"No."

Amanda thought she had a lead going, but for now she only had updating news on what Olivia had changed into.