Blast Zone

Chapter 2

Three days after the successful rescue, Naomi was heading back to DC. Starting tomorrow, Naomi was on leave for three weeks; Doctor's orders. Because her rental was only rented up until the day of the rescue, Naomi was forced to grab a bus to the airport. In jeans and her favourite blue t-shirt, Naomi made her way downtown. Her suit case was dragged behind her and her black satchel was slung over her shoulder. White leads came out of the top right hand corner and lead up to her ears. The headphones were blasting our some Sam Tsui covers into her ears. But her mind wasn't focusing on the lyrics or music but rather the fact that International Rescue had saved her. This changed her point of view of the organisation. People like what wouldn't turn against the word. Everyone was wrong about International Rescue. Naomi stopped at the edge of the curb, looked both ways before crossing the street. She was ¾ of the way across the street when someone yelled

"Look out," Soon Naomi was pushed to the concrete of the sidewalk. Her headphones fell out of her ears and she heard a car zoom past as its horn was honked.

"You okay miss?" A deep male voice asked. Naomi rolled over to see a tall male with black hair and brown eyes. He looked oddly familiar.

"Scott?" She asked. The male is taken aback. Then he frowns.

"Naomi?"

"I could have saved myself you know," Naomi replied, know exactly who she was talking to. Scott offered his hand

"You had your headphones in. You rarely hear things when you're in your own world," Scott told Naomi as she place her hand in his. He pulled her off the ground. Naomi brushed off her clothes.

"So what are you doing in New York?" He asked

"One murder investigation, a search and rescue operation and a hell of a lot of paperwork," Naomi replied "You?"

"Business meeting," Scott answered "You headed home?" Naomi nodded. She grabbed her suitcase.

"I would have taken a car but my time here in NYC was extended while my car rental was not. Walk and Talk with me to the bus stop?"

"Sure,"

Scott and Naomi exchanged Skype names and promised to call talk to each other when Naomi got back to DC when they arrived at the bus stop.

"So International Rescue saved your life?" Scott said "I bet that's why you didn't see the car. You'd be too busy thinking over everything you know about them with your Fed mind,"

"Okay. Okay I'd admit that I was doing exactly that, but you can't blame me. I fell, the man saved me and somehow I just can't see exactly how they would ever turn on the world,"

"And you're conflicted. As a Fed, you're naturally suspicious of the group and with no ties to any country, they could be a potential threat to anyone. But as a person who has been saved by them, you know that they wouldn't intentionally turn on us," Scott concluded "So other than the inner conflict, what else has been happening in Naomi Winchester's world while I was gone?"

"Well I was placed in the top ten in my class at FBI training. Because of this I got assigned to the DC division of CJC because of my expertise in High Risk, High Profile and Violent Crimes situations. I've been there for three years. I'm now a team leader and everyone on my team are dudes and my partner is the second cousin of someone's aunt who is Julie's brother's wife's step sister. Speaking of Julie, guess who she married last year,"

"Well it can't be your Uncle, they broke up just after John left for college," Scott watched as Naomi smirked over the video call.

"Actually that's exactly who she married,"

"NO way!" Scott exclaimed "Seriously,"

"Seriously. I was the maid of honour,"

"You in a dress? I mean sure you wore on to prom and most Sundays to church but you absolutely hate them," Scott said, laughing "I hope someone got pictures,"

"I'll send them to you later. What Scott's World like?"

"Well the year after Virgil graduated high school, I left the Air Force and started working for Dad in the aerodynamics department. Moved to a tropical island in the Pacific about one to one and a half hours from Auckland. John came back from space and like me and Virgil he works for Dad. Virgil graduated from the Denver School of Advance Technology last year. He works in production. Alan's a junior at high school now. Gordon got into WASP while still finishing high school. He got into a hydrofoil crash last year though. The rest of his crewmates perished. Gordon survived but was in a coma. Doctors said that it would be highly unlikely that he would wake up but if he did, he'd never walk again,"

"I heard about that. But he as always does, he defied them. He's on the Olympic swim team this year right?"

"Yeah. Three months after he woke up he was walking again and by the sixth month, he was swimming in the pool. He's happy that he's in the water and representing the country,"

"That's good. Your family planning on going to watch him?"

"Yeah, we're all taking the time off to watch. You?"

"Watching it on the TV or even a live stream on my laptop. Because that's all I'll be able to do in the next three weeks. Sit in my apartment and doing nothing. Not even desk work,"

"Well why don't come with us? We have seats already booked but I'm sure I can squeeze in another booking. And since you're getting time off work and the Olympics are next week. Plus the others will love to see you again,"

"Well the FBI is giving me the money I spent on a wasted ticket back so I could always suggest to get in Yen instead,"

"So it's a yes then?"

"Of course it is you goof. Send me the details. And then I'll see what I can do about cash,"

"Hey, I've got another meeting in the morning, mind if I catch some sleep?"

"See you later Scooter," Naomi agreed, using the nickname she had given him years before.

"Later Gnomes," And with that, the two friends ended the call.

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