posted on Sep, 14 2013 @ 09:35 AM
Not the End: Roswell Baby Part 2
Ryan opened the door...."Officer," he nodded.
The cop pushed his hat back, further off his forehead..."Dr. Ryan Brown?" he asked.
"That's me, what can I do for you?"
"I just have a couple of questions," the officer explained. "I'm looking for a woman."
"Aren't we all?" Ryan quipped. He held his breath waiting for the policeman to...laugh? Smile.
"Okay, smile is good!" he thought.
"Ya...I'm looking for a particular woman...let me make myself clear." He smiled again.
Ryan winced. He immediately thought about Aerie.
"Okay. You DO know that doctor-patient information is confidential?"
"Ya...about that. Let me see, you were a journalism student...but then you became a psychiatrist? And then you became a writer?"
"Well, I was ALWAYS a writer...but yes, eventually I became a published author." Ryan grinned a little too smugly. "What is the name of the woman
you're looking for?" he asked.
The officer shifted his weight, almost impatiently.
"I don't HAVE a name," he said. "We're going on 'sightings' right now, and she was possibly 'sighted' entering your office."
"Ummm...okay. What day?" Ryan was trying to buy time. "That will narrow down who may have been here that day?"
"Ya...good start. Okay...that would have been...Thursday." He looked up expectantly.
"Let me grab my appointment book." Ryan walked over to his desk, picked up his book and flipped the pages back to Thursday. Thankfully he hadn't
written Aerie's visit down on that day.
"Let's see...here are the names for Thursday...umm....should I be asking if you have a search warrant?"
"As I stated earlier, names aren't going to help me. No, I don't have a search warrant...at this time. I just want to know if you've been
visited by a young woman with long black hair. Recently."
Ryan exhaled deeply. Aerie was blonde.
"No sir. All my contacts for Thursday are logged here and accounted for. If you do need more information, I have names and addresses, but like I
said...I believe you would need a warrant for that info."
"Ya...okay. Thanks for your time." With that, he turned around and headed back to his cruiser.
Ryan closed the door and leaned back against it.
"Damn. If they're not looking for Aerie, who ARE they looking for?" he wondered.
Heading over to the credenza, he pulled out the bottle of Baileys. Throwing back a quick shot, he thought to himself, "This woman's gonna make me
an alcoholic."
"Ahh...dulling the senses again?" Aerie's voice was heard distinctly.
"Oh, so now you're in my head?" he asked. "You shoulda been in there when that cop was here!" he yelled to the empty room.
"I heard it all," she laughed. "I'm in the kitchen."
Ryan walked through the doorway into his kitchen. Aerie was sitting on the countertop, swinging her legs like a small child. She had a mischievous
grin on her face....and long black hair.
"Oh dear God!" he exclaimed. "How? So they ARE looking for you? I mean, come on....how??"
She wound a strand of hair around her fingers coyly, and replied, "We never really did get to discuss my...abilities... did we?"
Losing his composure, Ryan squatted down on his haunches and put his hand up to his forehead.
"I think I'm losing it," he said quietly.
"Well if you're gonna go...go big!" Aerie jumped down off the counter. "Watch this," she instructed.
He lifted his chin to meet her gaze. "Okay, why not. Show me what you got."
As she stood there in front of him, she slowly appeared to go out of focus. Her appearance became faint, and then suddenly she was gone...but a puff
of smoke remained where she had been standing. Before Ryan could even comprehend what he was seeing, she reappeared in her original form, blonde hair
and all.
Without a word, he got up and returned to the desk for the liquer. One shot...then another.
"That's not going to help!" she called out to him.
"Oh it's helping!" he replied, walking back in to stand facing her. "Right now, I need to blame this on the alcohol. Or calm down. Or...both."
He put his hands up and gave a little shrug.
Aerie took his hand and gave him a sympathetic smile. "I think you need to meet my mother."
"I thought your mother had passed away?" Ryan responded.
"She has. Now. But 20 years ago, she could have explained a lot to you."
"That doesn't really help me now, does it?" He was getting exasperated.
"What if I told you that we could go back...?"
"Oh...suuuure....let's just hop back 20 years and go have tea with your mother!"
"Why not?" Aerie was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh, and mom drinks coffee. With Baileys.