Seeing You – Part Six #NaNoWriMo2016

Once back inside her cottage, Rayne felt more relaxed. She curled back up on her sofa and pulled the blanket up around her chin. Jenna had wandered into her kitchen. Although she wasn’t comfortable with a stranger searching through her things, Rayne didn’t have the energy to even make a pot of tea. Lack of energy wasn’t a new symptom by any means, but recovery time was. During the Gresley case, she’d often felt tired for up to an hour after a vision, but it’d been nearly two hours since the early morning vision and she was still exhausted. She hadn’t a clue how helpful she would be to the FBI if she reeled in pain and needed hours of rest every time she had a vision. A clinking noise in the kitchen brought her out of her head.

“Are you okay in there?” Rayne shouted.

“Yes. Sorry for the noise, but I cannot find any tea bags.”

Rayne chuckled. City folk. “Look on the bottom shelf over the sink. There is a row of labeled tea cans. I mix my own brews.” She could hear Jenna opening the cabinet and a few oohs and aahs filtered into her seating room. “The hibiscus flower blend is my newest.”

Seconds later, Jenna popped her head through the doorway of the kitchen holding the tea can and cups. “Do I just pour some in the cups?”

Rayne could see the apprehension on Jenna’s face. She flipped the blanket off and stood up slowly. “Let me show you,” she said as she wavered toward the kitchen.

As Jenna backed up to give Rayne access, she began to speak in rapid procession. “I am so sorry. You’d think I’d know how to make a cup of tea. And really, I should know. I am just so used to bags or someone bringing me a cup. I feel so ridiculous making you get up to….”

Rayne held on to the edge of the counter. “Don’t. It’s okay. Which blend did you choose?”

Jenna handed Rayne the tea can labeled Orange Mint. “It sounds good.”

“It is good. You will love it. See that blue tea pot on the dish rack? Hand it to me.”

While Jenna handed over the tea pot, Rayne reached into a drawer and produced a measuring spoon. Jenna sat the pot in front of her. She opened the tea can and began scooping out leaves and rinds and pouring them into the pot. As if on cue, the kettle began to whistle. Jenna took it off the burner and switched off the stove.

“Slowly pour the hot water over the leaves,” Rayne instructed her. Jenna did as instructed. “Now we just let it steep for a few minutes.” She placed the lid over the pot, picked it up and walked back into the seating room.

Jenna followed Rayne, carrying two cups. She sat them down on the table and smiled sheepishly at her companion. “That was nice,” she said as she sat down on the small sofa across from Rayne.

“Nice how?”

“Well, to be honest, just spending a few moments with a woman doing something as simple as making tea. I work with a lot of men and my mother passed away when I was ten. My dad and three brothers raised me.”

Rayne tucked her feet under her buttocks and nodded at Jenna. So, this is why she is so stoic and skeptical. Rayne knew that the lack of motherly attention can sometimes harden people. Mindy Stevenson came to mind.

“I’m glad we could have a positive moment together,” Rayne admitted. “After earlier…”

“Can we just please forget about earlier?”

“Sure, that would probably be best since we will be working together.”

Jenna let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I can be a real bitch sometimes.”

Rayne laughed lightly and then leaned forward over the table. She poured them both tea and handed a cup to Jenna.

Jenna inhaled the aroma from the cup and took a sip. “This is exactly how I thought it would taste. Magnificent. So much better than tea bags,” she said as she sat the cup down. She slipped a notebook out of her jacket pocket and looked up at Rayne with a concerned look on her face. “I know you are still tired, but do you mind if we discuss your visions?”

Rayne sipped her tea. The combination began to invigorate her senses a bit. She nodded her head at Jenna and placed the cup on the table. “I don’t mind. There are actually some details I didn’t get to tell you earlier.”

“What details?”

“I saw some of the room the girls were being kept in. There was a curved, brick-inlayed window with bars on it. I am thinking it is maybe a basement or a subterranean apartment. The room was dark, but I could make out some tall shelves on one side and a work table on the other. The table where the one girl was strapped down was in the center of the room and the cage was off to the left.”

Jenna jotted down the details. She wasn’t sure they would be helpful, but anything was better than nothing at this point. “Anything else?”

“Well, there was one odd thing. Just before we broke our link in the second vision. I could hear a slight clinking noise and then a whooshing sound. And when he turned his eyes off me and looked out the window, there were alternating shadows and lights. I don’t know what that means.”

“I think I do,” a male voice said from the doorway. Rick had returned, but Rayne and Jenna had been too involved with the visions to hear him come in. He walked in with his and Jenna’s bags slung over his shoulder. “Where can I put these?”

Rayne pointed to a room on the left. “My office should do for now. I don’t have a guest room, but there is a couch in there and these sofas pull out into single beds.”

“Jenna and I can decide later,” Rick said as he entered the office. He tossed the bags down on the couch and wandered back into the seating room. “That window you saw and those sounds,” he said as he sat down beside Jenna, “there is a section of Fairfax with a lot of buildings like that. Way too many of them, but they run along the metro’s line. If it is a subterranean room, it’s possible that you would have heard those sounds.”

“That would explain the shadows and lights you saw too,” Jenna confirmed as she made notes in her black book.

Rick leaned back on the sofa and crossed his right leg over his left knee. As he loosened his tie, he contemplated out loud. “It’s not much to go on, but at least it gives us a general idea of his whereabouts. I doubt we’ll put any boots on the ground yet, but I’ll call it in later today.”

He glanced over at Rayne who now sat upright with her knees tucked up to her chin and her hands wrapped around her calves. She barely looked fifteen in that position and reminded him of his niece. Rick just hoped he could keep her safe and she didn’t end up in the same shape Summer had. Suddenly, he realized that Rayne was staring back at him and he let out a nervous cough.

“What about the vision at the B&B?” he finally asked. “Did you see anything different then?”

Rayne cocked her head and glanced up at the ceiling. She struggled to remember the details of the latest vision. Then it hit her. She’d heard more sounds. Talking. She squinted her eyes as she tried to remember.

“One of the girls spoke. I am trying…”

“Just take it slow,” Jenna encouraged her.

Rayne turned toward Jenna and smiled faintly. “Yes… I can hear her now. She said, ‘Don’t eat so much candy, Sally.’ And the other girl cried out, ‘But I am so hungry.’ Is Sally the girl who just disappeared?”

“No, Gina Haskell is the one who disappeared in October. Sally McGinnis disappeared in July,” Rick informed her.

“He has a muzzle on the other girl now. It’s so the two girls cannot talk to one another.”

“How do you know that?” Jenna asked.

“Just a feeling I am getting. The muzzled girl is repeating her name, ‘I’m Gina. I’m Gina.’”

Rayne’s eyes rolled back into her head and she began speaking in another voice. “I am not Bethany. I am Gina. I am not Bethany. Please mom, find me. Help me. Oh god, he’s back!”

Rick crossed the room in two broad strides and sat down on the sofa beside Rayne. He grasped one of her hands and shook it lightly. “Rayne?”

Rayne slowly turned her head toward Rick and let out a long, low wail. “They don’t have much time,” she finally said as her vision adjusted and she stared into Rick’s kind eyes.

Rick smiled at her and patted her hand. “I will call the field office now. Have them search for a Bethany. Are you okay?”

Jenna, who’d been writing down everything Rayne had been saying, stood up, walked over to the other side of Rayne and kneeled. “Go ahead. Make the call. I will look after her.”

Rayne threw her arms around Jenna’s neck. “I can’t save them,” she wept.

Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

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I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Each day I will try to write at least 1667 words for a total of 50,000 by the end of November. Today’s total: 1581 words. Total words so far: 10,518