Hide and Seek

Do I know you?

The interrogation room was dark, and isolated. It was made to intimidate criminals but instead it intimidated Peters, especially since she felt as though she was the criminal in this scenario. 

The walls were painted a dark grey, which made the room look unfinished and the concrete on the floor was stained with all sorts of strange colours, some red, some green, some just a darker shade of concrete. In the middle of the room sat a rusted table, a bar sticking from the top of it to cuff criminals to.

There were two chairs. One on either side of the table.  Both looked as though they were about to collapse, it seemed like everything was collapsing when Peters was around. 

"You going to have a seat?" The new captain's voice boomed through the empty space.

Peters came to a realisation, completely ignoring the Captain's question and answering it with another one. "How do you know who I am?" 

"Buckingham 10-89."

Peters eyes widened and her heart dropped. Suddenly her vision was spotting and her head had a sharp, slicing pain. Her hands became clammy and her body was swaying. Brief flashes of yellow and red, a loud noise echoing through her ears. 

Her body fell to the floor effortlessly, her head hitting the floor sending her into an abyss of unconsciousness. 

She woke up in a white room, an opposite atmosphere to the station. She knew this place all too well.

It was the hospital, and the grumpy old man was sat next to her. Face as emotionless as ever.

"You passed out." He stated the obvious for her.

Peters decided it would be a perfect time to take advantage of her situation, and pretend she didn't remember anything. She could never take anything seriously.

"Where am I?" Peters asked, putting on the most innocent display she could.

"The hospital." The Captain said, not taking any notice. Peters would have to work harder to convince him. "Thought you would recognise this place by now."

"Who are you?" She asks, making her voice slightly panicked to make the captain think she was genuinely confused. She was enjoying this game far too much.

If possible, the Captain scrunched his eyebrows down even more than they previously were. "Captain Gibbs, stop playing dumb Peters"

Peters huffed and crossed her arms like a child. "God dammit"  Her evil plans have been foiled! "You ruined my chance to be funny" She said angrily.

"You ruined that yourself a long time ago." He replied with a straight face, leaning back in the creaky guest chair a little and flicking open a magazine from a small selection.

"Ouch"

Peters eyes travelled around the room a bit, her thumbs were anxiously twiddling underneath the blanket and her lips were sealed in a tight line.

Everything was quiet except for the paper sliding across each other every time the Captain skipped a page.

It was a painful silence. Thankfully, a nurse entered shortly after. 

After a couple of hissy-fits and toddler tantrums the doctors agreed to let Peters go once she ruled out her faint was caused by a traumatic memory & intense emotions.

The ride back to the station was even more silent than the hospital room. And everything felt colder, too.

The awkward silence was broken by the Captain.

"Do you remember it? Buckingham?"

Peters joyful and jokey persona completely disappeared and she felt so small. Her eyes fell to the floor of the police car and even the wind crashing through the open windows wasn't enough to distract her from the noise of her flashbacks.

Peters rushed around a corner, assault rifle in hand. She'd been assigned to the Tac Team, with a bomb threat in Buckingham palace. 

"Clear!" She shouted, letting her team know there were no threats in her area. 

The radio on her chest crackled. 

"There..There is a bomb. It's real. I found it." A shaky voice echoed through the speaker.

"Where are you, where's the bomb?!" Peters exclaimed, protective as a lion mother when she realised whose voice it was. 

"No, no no. Get out. NOW!" The voice exclaimed.

"Does it have a timer?" She responded, just realising how urgent it must be.

"GET OUT!" Was the last she heard before she was ordered by the leader of the operation cut across.

"Get your butts out! Now! That's an order!"

"Yeah." She croaked. "How could I forget?"

No one but silence responded. Again.

"I'm sorry." The Captain said meaningfully.

"Everyone was."