Okay, my family is going to kill me since I just finished another fanfic last night and now I'm doing this, but oh well....



The man slowly came out of the foggy darkness. He could hear excited noises all around him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could tell they were anxious about something.

The pain in his head throbbed once and he groaned as he tried to put his hand over his face to block out the light in his eyes.

"Doctor, he's waking up," a woman's voice said right next to him.

He heard a rush of people next to him. "Sir, can you hear me?" a man's voice asked.

He groaned again. "Stop," he begged.

"Sir, can you hear me? I need you to open your eyes."

The man blinked open his eyes and tried to focus on the man standing over him, but the pain in his head wouldn't allow him. He leaned his head back on the pillow and groaned again.

The doctor pulled the man's right eyelid open and shone a pinlight into it. Then repeated the same with the second. The man winced. "Stop it!" he ordered.

The doctor stood up, satisfied. "Sir, can you tell me your name?"

The man shielded his eyes and looked around the room. He could see doctors and nurses rushing around and assumed he was in a medical office of some sort. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in the Emergency Room. You were found unconscious in an alley on the east side of town and the ambulance brought you here. But sir, your wallet was missing, so we have no idea how to contact your family. Can you tell me your name, please?"

The man thought for a moment, searching the dusty databanks for the information he needed. He rubbed his sore eyes to see if that would help, but it didn't. He finally surrendered and shook his head. "I have no idea."

The doctor frowned. "That's what I was afraid of."

The man looked up at him. "What?"

"It appears you have amnesia, sir."

"Amnesia?"

"Yes, sir." The doctor sat back on his stool for a moment, thinking, then said. "It sounds like you have some kind of an accent, but I can't make it out. Can you say a longer sentence for me?"

The man frowned as he thought about what to say, but the pain in his head was preventing all thoughts from forming. "Look, mate. My head is killing me. Can I have some kind of pain reliever or something?"

The doctor sat up. "Mate?"

"Yeah, mate. Just a generic nickname for a pal or a buddy. No offense or anything intended."

The doctor nodded and signalled to a nurse to get some pain reliever. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Your accent sounds almost like Common British English, or maybe Australian. Does that help any?"

The man dug into his memory again, but still came up empty. He shook his head. "Nah, mate. Sorry."

The nurse arrived with the pain killer and a small glass of water. She nervously handed them to the strange man and smiled. He smiled back at her and she blushed at his dimples and sparkling blue eyes. "Thanks, sheila," he said with a wink.

"Sheila? My name is Marie," the nurse corrected.

"A-ha!" the doctor said. "It's Australian. A sheila is a nickname for women in Australia. Marie, contact the British Embassy to see if anyone has reported a missing person from Australia recently."

The nurse nodded and hurried out the door with her new mission. The doctor smiled at the man and said, "With any luck, we'll be able to find out who you are and get you home by supper."

OK hun, luv, sweetheart, let me be the first to comment. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOBBY. I mean to Tara's Bobby. Ahem one last time I'll get it right; what did you do to Bobby?

bobby bobby what have you gotten yourself into!!!


what happened!?!? where is the team!!

What happened to Bobby? Our poor Bobby.

First of all I am with Treenie on this one - what did you do to Bobby?

And secondly ... I see you love us all so much you couldnt stay away and had to start another story!! Wohoooo!!

It's very interesting and promising start!!!! I hope the team is searching for Bobby this time!!!!! AND where are they on top????? Was Bobby injured during the operation or not...??? There are so many questions you have to answer!!!!


Restie

Okay, the boss is not in today so I'm sneaking in an extra post. Shhhh.... Don't tell.

Jack stormed into the Bullpen and went straight to his desk. After dropping his briefcase loudly on his desk, he kicked his chair to the side to move it out his way to the coat hook on the wall. Then he threw his jacket off and slammed it onto the hook.

Tara watched him nervously. She knew what she would be risking if she asked right now, but she had to know before she went insane. "Any word from Bob..."

"NO!" Jack yelled at her from across the room.

He yanked his chair back to his desk and dropped into it. He rubbed his face with his hands, then ran his fingers through his hair anxiously.

Tara glanced around the room. "How long has it been since...."

"Thirty-five hours, twenty-three minutes and counting," Myles replied tiredly from his desk.

Tara pressed her lips together and turned back to her computer.

Jack slammed his fists on the top of his desk. "I knew it was too dangerous for him to go in alone. I should have gone with him."

"Jack, you tried," D reminded him. "The higher-ups wouldn't let you, remember? They said it would've been too suspicious."

He sighed. "Yeah, but I should've gone anyway."

D shook his head. "No. Then we would have two agents missing instead of one."

Lucy walked in the office and glanced around quickly. "Any word from...."

"NO!" the agents answered in unison.

"Sorry. Just asking." She went to her desk and sat down.

D crossed the room and stood in front of Lucy's desk. "Hey, Luce, can you start looking at all the local hospitals for any John Does? And maybe check at some of the mission houses in the area, too."

She nodded as she pulled up her computer screen.

D leaned forward and quietly added, "You might check the city morgue, too. Just in case."

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes, then glanced over at Jack and attempted to mask her inner-most thoughts. "Um, sure, D. I'll get right on that."

"Thanks, Lucy," D said. He rapped her desk with his knuckles, then turned and went back to his own.

I hope your boss is okay, but I am happy he is not in. I like it when when you sneak in extra posts. LOL


Checking hospitals is good...very good.

Tara watched him nervously. She knew what she would be risking if she asked right now, but she had to know before she went insane. "Any word from Bob..."

Jack is taking it extremely hard is it appears Tara is too among the others.

Is it to soon to presume that this may be a B/T story?

i love your story don't lett bobby getting hurt to much

don't worry bobby is fine !!but with a slight case of amnesia!!


btw okie Where Is Sue?!?!

Okay, I'm late on this one yet again so I'll make it quick.

WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO TO BOBBY?????

Did you get my point???? Although, I have not actually got round to reading one of your fics, I trust you to keep Bobby safe and possibly get Sue to allieviate some of Jack's worries????? I'm a devout J/S fan, what can I say???!!!

Jenny

MelissaT how do you know this??? Do you know something we don't???? Sharing is a good idea. Share, and be shared with. I don't know if I have anything to bribe MelissaT or okiefoster with, but one can try!


Jenny

:hide: Restie

Yeah, where is Sue?
And what had made Bobby unconscious and then wake up with an amnesia?
Is this a B/T story?
What about the title?


Oh, Barbara, shut up!

oh barbara how are you and good morning!!!

Okiefoster, this is great, post more soon! I mean it! Don't fret about the starting another one soon. I have about six on the go, only 3 written on the web at the moment, i'm losing track of what's happening in which!

Jenny

Morning? Hmmm, what did I miss? I am fine, relaxing on computer, tomorrow starting matura (final exams)... yeah, life is busy.

OKIE!!!!



Okay, calm down JF. Seriously, Okie, what's happening to Treenie's...I mean Tara's Bobby?!

really congrats hun!! "mali maturante"!!! finished my exams this week and now i am waiting for my results that to come tomorrow morning at 3!!

How did this happen to Bobby?? Why did he have to go into a mission alone???

With Lucy checking the hospitals they should find him fairly quickly now........I hope!!!

Okie, I did not think I would see you so soon, but I'm sure glad I did!!!

Joy

Hee hee we are starting to agree. lol My bobby )

Yikes, should I be scared if I'm starting to think like you Treenie?! lol JK! You can have Bobby if I can have Jack!

LOL fine with me I don't mind at all. Its not me you have to fight over him wtih ). LOL i would be scared to think like me. I scare myself enough, lol . My angst filled mind and all

What an intriguing start!

Poor Bobby, I hope the team finds him ASAP.

Treenie, Treenie, Treenie. What am I going to do with you, girl? He's Tara'a Bobby. Or is he Darcy's Bobby....

:hide: Is it safe to come out and post some more???


Sue watched everybody from her desk, especially Jack. She knew he was feeling guilty for Bobby being on this case in the first place. Two weeks ago, Jack was originally assigned to be the one undercover as a weapons dealer, but he caught a bad case of the flu and couldn't even make it to the front door of his apartment without getting nauseous. So Garrett ordered him to stay home and Bobby took his place. He fenagled his way into the organization by really impressing them with his knowledge of explosives - blowing them away, so to speak.

Ever since then, Jack had been on edge, but he has really been testy when Bobby's contact got him a special meeting in Richmond, Virginia with "the boss" this weekend. He was instructed to come alone and only bring a sample of the hardware he had available to him, namely plastic explosives.

Jack had argued it was too dangerous for Bobby to go alone. He should go with him as his partner or brother or something. The executives said no. He argued that he should at least bring Tara, then as his girlfriend or something, that he needed some kind of armed back-up in case things went sour, but the Director refused, saying it would look too suspicious if Bobby showed up with a second person in tow. Then Jack tried to get him to wear a bug or have a tracking device in his luggage, and again, he was denied. These people were very paranoid and deadly. They had already killed two other agents when their identities had been discovered, and the Bureau didn't want to take any unnecessary chances. Jack was not even allowed to tail him at a safe distance.

Reluctantly, Jack surrendered. Bobby would go alone. But he did agree to call every twelve hours to check in. Jack and Bobby worked out a code where it would seem Bobby was calling his girlfriend back home. That seemed to appease Jack somewhat.

Bobby left Friday afternoon. He reported in at 9:00PM that he was almost to his destination. So far there was no trouble.

Saturday morning, he called to brag about the beautiful historic mansion he was staying in. It was three stories tall and he had his own suite of rooms all to himself. Part of the property had been renovated and modernized, and a pool, sauna, and a hot tub were built in. And to top it all off, the former horse stables had been converted into a garage and was full of more cars and motorcycles than he could ride in a month.

Once Jack got him calmed down some about the property, Bobby reported that he had a meeting with the boss man planned for that evening at 6:00. He promised he would call in as scheduled unless something came up.

His call on Saturday evening was short. He said the meeting went well and he thought he was onto something, but he couldn't say for sure. He would give Jack all the details the next time he called. Someone was coming and he had to hang up just then. That was the last anyone had heard from him.

And now, Monday morning, Sue could tell Jack was eaten up with the guilt. She tried to comfort him yesterday by telling him it wasn't his fault, but he wouldn't accept it. He continued blaming himself for putting his best friend in danger and possibly even getting him killed. Sue prayed quietly again, that God give Jack the peace he needed to get him through this time and they find Bobby safe and sound.

Great post as always. I can't believe you started a new story so soon after "We Still Remember" but I ain't complaining.

I am so loving this story.

Oh and Treenie he is Tara's Bobby...(hint, hint, hint Okie)

Aida

After mentioning the D word hun coming out may not be a good idea.

ANd sure he is Tara's of course, but i mean i am of course next in line

Yeah, what on earth have you done to treenie's Bobby??????? As I said before, maybe Sue can calm Jack???? I'm a devoted J/S fan!

Jenny

After the mystery man took the pain reliever, the doctor did another quick examination. He was concerned about the wound on the back of his head, but overall, the man seemed to be in pretty good condition. A few stitches later, and he would be good to go.

While they were working, the doctor informed his patient that he was in Washington, DC in the charity hospital. Since he had no identification on his body at the time, the ambulance driver brought him here for care.

The man chuckled to himself, "So I could be the son of royalty or a consulate or something and I'm being treated like a homeless person."

The doctor laughed. "Yeah. That's one way to look at it. But I promise you, I will take care of you the best way I know how, just in case."

The man looked up at his physician and said, "If I am royalty, I promise I'll make a very large donation to your facility."

The doctor smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "That would be appreciated. We could use all the funds we can get. But I won't hold my breath. I'm sure the media would be all over the news of a missing aristocrat."

"True," the man said, looking slightly disappointed. "But at least then I would know who I was."

He patted him on the shoulder again. "Well, as it is, Mr. Doe, you're all done here. Just take it easy for the next couple of days while your head heals up. And if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous, come straight back in here. I don't want to hear about you coming up dead or something out there. That would mean I won't be getting that donation."

They shared a laugh as "Mr. Doe" prepared to leave. He said farewell to the physician and walked to the front desk with his paperwork to check-out.

"Bobby?" said a young man's voice from the waiting room. "Is that you?"

I'm hoping that young man is Jack, or someone who knows the team. I'm with Treenie, it may not be safe to come out after mentioning the D word. She is the Bobby equivilant of The A word or the J word. Absolutely forboden. I think that's how you spell it. It means forbidden in German. What can I say? I lu-urve languages!!!!!!!!! Maybe one of th team could break an arm or somethinng and then come across Bobby in a hallway somewhere????

I know, wishful thinking, but hey, a girl can try!

Jenny

Okay so Bobby belongs to Tara but Treenie is next in line. And Jack belongs to Sue...but can I be next in that line?!

Okie, I'm glad we now know where Bobby is and that he's okay....except for that minor detail called amnesia. Now who is this young man in the lobby? And will Bobby realize he is talking to him?

Hold on, we can't have waiting lists for Jack and Bobby. It is not fair really.



Can we start one for Myles????? Any volunteers?????

Once I am finished with my 3 fanfics and the two I have put on hold I will write a very interesting one for Treenie with Bobby and JesusFreak718 with Jack. What do you think????? Okie, I saw you down there when I posted earlier and you didn't post. Why??????????

More soon!

Jenny

LOL sweet,

it would be interesting if hte only name Bobby could remember besides my own of course, lol. Is Tara . .. .

And who the young man is? Myles? Jack? For some reason I don't think so.

I'm kinda confuzzled. Myles or Jack seems too easy of an answer. Perhaps this young man is someone us readers haven't met before...

Mr. Doe ignored the young man's voice, thinking he had to have been speaking to someone else. He continued his paperwork with the lady behind the registration desk, then requested information on a place to stay the night. She gave him a piece of paper with a list several mission houses and their addresses. He thanked her for it with a wink and a dimpled smile, and turned to go.

He nearly ran over the young man standing right behind him. "Oh, excuse me, mate."

"Bobby! It is you," he said.

Mr. Doe frowned. "You know who I am?"

The man nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, I do. Why? Don't you?"

He shook his head and turned to look at Marie standing behind the counter. "He says he knows me."

Marie's face beamed. "I'll go tell the doctor," she said excitedly. She ran off to the back hallway, and almost instantly, the doctor appeared in the waiting room.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you know this man?" he asked.

"Yeah. What's going on?"

"He got wolloped on the head and has amnesia. What's his name? Maybe that would help us figure out where he belongs."

The new man shrugged. "All I know is his name is Bobby and he's been hanging out with my big brother these last couple of weeks. I've seen him around here and there, but I don't know much about him, honestly."

The doctor frowned. "Well, it's a start. Would your brother know more? Could he help fill in a few more of the blanks, you think?"

"Probably. But he's out of town right now. We're not expecting him back for a while. He does that a lot, leaves town for days, sometimes weeks without telling us where he's going or when he'll be back. Kinda annoying sometimes."

The doctor nodded. "Okay. Well, when he does return, could you have him call me. I would really appreciate it." The doctor handed him a business card.

"Sure. No promises, though."

"That's fine. Thank you for your help, uh...."

"Vinnie," the man answered. "You know, like the movie, My Cousin Vinnie."

A smile appeared on the doctor's face. "Thank you, Vinnie."

"Yeah, thanks, Vinnie," Bobby said, obviously disappointed. "I guess I should be going." He turned towards the front door to go.

"Hey, Bobby!" Vinnie called after him as the doctor disappeared back inside the bowels of the clinic. "You got a place to stay?"

Bobby stopped and turned back to Vinnie. "Uh, no. I was just going to go to one of these places to get some food and a bed." He held up the list.

Vinnie grimaced. "And get preached at the whole time. Nah, I'll get you a place to stay without all of that noise. Just a sec."

Vinnie turned back to an older woman holding a toddler in her lap. "Ma, I'm going to take Bobby here to the House. I'll be home a little later. Okay?"

Vinnie's mother nodded tiredly. "Be careful, Vincenzo. I don't like you going over there. Too many bad boys over there."

Vinnie rolled his eyes. "Ma, the name is Vinnie. And don't worry about me. I'll be okay. They know me."

She nodded, again as the toddler in her arms whimpered slightly. "Shhh, baby, it's okay."

Vinnie turned back to Bobby and said, "Ready?"

Bobby shrugged. "Sure. Let's go."

hmmmmmmmm sounds as though bobby is about to go back to whoever whopped him over the head, or someone who knows whoever whopped him over the head

cath

Um, I don't like the looks of this. Bobby isn't inadvertently going back to those bad guys is he?! OKIE!

Lucy's excited voice carried across the Bullpen, "You do? Great. Don't let him leave! We'll be right there. Thanks!" She slammed the receiver down and almost shouted, "I think I found him!"

Heads shot up around the room like gophers in a field at the announcement. "You did?" Jack asked in disbelief, jumping up and grabbing his jacket. "Where is he?"

"At the charity hospital in downtown. They said he has amnesia and doesn't know who he is, but he matches Bobby's description perfectly."

Tara looked at Lucy. "Perfectly?"

"All the way down to his dimples and accent," Lucy grinned.

"Yes!" D cheered reaching for his jacket. "Lucy, you're the greatest." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, Luce. Thanks!" Jack shouted from the hallway headed towards the elevators.



At the hospital, Jack and D rushed into the crowded waiting room and looked around. There was no sign of Bobby anywhere. D leaned closer to Jack and said, "Perhaps he's still back in a room."

"Yeah, I hope so," Jack answered as they made their way to the Registration Desk.

They flashed their id's at the woman sitting there and she straightened. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, we were told you had a John Doe here?" D said.

The woman nodded. "Yes, he left about five minutes ago."

"What?" Jack bellowed. "You were asked not to let him go."

"Sir, I was not asked anything," the woman informed him. "I did not even know you were coming until two minutes ago. When we're busy like this, phone messages don't get top priority."

"Well, do you at least know which way he went?" Jack asked.

The woman pointed to the exit and said, "That way."

Jack rolled his eyes. He looked like he was ready to climb over the counter and strangle the woman. D took over the conversation again. "Can you verify for me if this was the man that was here?" He showed her a picture of Bobby.

She nodded. "Uh-huh. That's him."

Years of worry and stress rolled off of the agents' faces. Jack mumbled, "Well, at least we know he's still alive."

D nodded, then asked the woman, "Is there anyway we can speak to the doctor who treated him?"

"I'll see what I can do. But like I said, we're a little busy today, so you may be waiting for awhile."

"Fine. Thank you," D said. He pulled Jack by the arm to a pair of chairs in the corner so they could wait out of the way of the other patients.

He only left five mintues ago . . . go and see if you can find him. Bobby is how tall? YOu can't miss him

Me is not likin this Vinnie guy. Bobby is headed for trouble. Don't hospitals have a policy on who they release to who???? they should do!!!!!! More soon and please let Bobby be okay!

Jenny

Oh Okie I see where this is headed and I think I'm going to in a bad case of nerves!!!

kav

Me too! Does anyone have a hand I can hold???? *sniffs*

I'll take Myles...
Okie, I love the latest development, I think Bobby is heading towards the wrong direction, though...and with the wrong people!

Vinnie seems quite a good man, but I am worried about his full name - Vincenzo. Wasn't Bobby on some mafia-case before he got amnesia? I am more than concerned about Vinnie's brother. And there is his mother. She could be tired because of her son's activities...

I quite like Myles but I'm a Jack/ Bobby fan. I just thought Myles night feel a little left out if he saw this! Glad some one likes Myles too! More soon please OkieFoster!


Jenny

Yikes, why didn't they try to run after him if he just left?! I actually thought that would be Jack's instinct. Well maybe strangle the lady then run...Oh boy, Okie, whaddya think you're doing?!

Vinnie led Bobby through the back streets of DC to an older neighborhood filled with historic houses. On the walk, they talked a lot since Bobby was desperate for any clue to his identity. Bobby found out Vinnie's brother's name was Luciano, but everybody called him Luke for short. Luke had introduced Bobby to Vinnie almost three weeks ago when he came over to do some business.

Bobby asked if he knew what kind of business they were in. Vinnie shook his head. "I don't know and I don't want to know. What I do know is it's not exactly legal, and if my ma knew what he was doing, she would probably have a stroke."

Bobby nodded. "Well, I guess that means I'm not a cop or something. Huh?"

Vinnie laughed. "Yeah, that does narrow down your career possibilities somewhat."

They approached a large house that appeared to have had a better life in previous years, but was currently lacking the attention it needed. Bobby stopped on the sidewalk and examined it cautiously. "Here? This is where we're going?"

"Yeah," Vinnie answered casually.

Bobby frowned. "Who lives here?"

Vinnie shrugged. "It changes on a weekly basis. People come and go as they please. Some people stay for a couple of days, some for a few months, and some are permanent residents."

Bobby nodded. "Kinda like a commune or something, eh?"

"Yeah, exactly. But we don't do any basket-weaving here though. And our only gardening consists of our herbal garden on the back porch."

Bobby looked at Vinnie from the corner of his eyes. "Herbs. Right." He shifted the weight on his feet nervously, then asked, "Have I stayed here?"

Vinnie shook his head. "Nah. You've been here once or twice with Luke, but I don't think you've ever stayed more than a few hours."

Bobby nodded. "So whose house is it?"

"The lease is in my brother's name. He pays the rent, then if somebody needs a place to crash, they stay here."

"And your brother doesn't mind?"

"Nope. In fact, he prefers it. He says since he's out of town so much, he likes having someone staying here to keep an eye on the place. You know, keeps the authorities from snooping around too much. "

Bobby nodded. "I see."

Vinnie motioned towards the house. "Shall we?"

Bobby shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

They walked up the short walk and climbed the crickety old stairs. Beer bottles and cigarette butts littered the wooden porch. Bobby glanced around and said, "It looks like they had a good party last night."

Vinnie smirked. "No wonder it's so quiet around here. They're probably sleeping it off."

Bobby asked, "What time does it usually liven up around here?"

"About 3 or 4. So you should be able to find a place to lay down for awhile before things start getting noisy."

Bobby nodded. Vinnie reached for the door knob and tried to turn it, but it refused to budge. "Damn," he said. "Some idiot locked the door." He kicked the door in disgust.

"Don't you have a key?"

"Nah," Vinnie answered. "I loaned it to someone else a couple of weeks ago and never got it back." He banged on the door loudly with his fist.

Bobby peered in one of the front windows looking for signs of movement. He saw sleeping bodies scattered across the living room, both on the floor and the furniture, but no one moved towards the door. Up on the wall, he saw a hand-painted sign that read "Animal House."

"Animal House?" he asked, looking at Vinnie.

"Yeah, that's what Luke calls this place. He says its because we can all come here and act like animals if we want." Vinnie banged on the door again as Bobby smiled and looked back through the window.

He finally shook his head. "I don't see anyone moving." He stood up to his full height and asked. "Is there a back door?"

Vinnie's eyes grew wide. "Uh, there is, but I wouldn't advise using it."

Bobby's brow furrowed. "Why not?"

Vinnie leaned forward. "It's booby trapped, just in case the feds get a wild hair and decide to investigate Luke or something."

Bobby nodded. "I see."

"So I guess we're stuck out here until someone decides to wake up and let us in." Vinnie leaned back against the wall.

Bobby frowned as he stared at the lock on the door. He looked closer at it, then glanced around the porch. He picked up a piece of baling wire in the corner and bent it slightly at the end. Then he stuck it into the keyhole and jiggled it around until he felt a click and the door popped open with a creak.

Vinnie looked at him wide-eyed. "How'd you do that?"

Bobby smiled. "I have no idea. I just did."

Vinnie's face broke into a grin. "I know people who could put your skills to work. You could make all kinds of money with that."

"You think so?" Bobby asked.

"Sure! Let me make a few calls later and I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"Thanks. I'd appreciate that. I'm going to need some cash if I'm ever going to make it on my own soon."

They snuck into the house and crept upstairs in search of an unused bed. They finally found one on the third floor in the back of the house. The room wasn't very tidy, but the bed looked comfortable and that's all Bobby really cared about for the moment. His head was starting to throb again and he just wanted to sleep it off for a while.

Before disappearing out the door again, Vinnie assured Bobby he would see him later that evening. Bobby nodded as he lay his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was soon lost in the land of slumber.

I have a bad bad feeling hun

Oh, egads, you're going to do it, lead an innocent Bobby into a life of crime, thinking that's where he belongs!!!

kav