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Unconventional Methods


Chapter Five

Luis and Sheridan were exhausted after eating. After checking out the apartment, Luis decided he was going to bed. Sheridan was a night person and said she was going to read a book.

What Sheridan didn't tell Luis was that she was planning on trying to establish a connection to Rachel or, God forbid, Watts.

She pulled out a school picture of Rachel and tried to imagine her as a real life, three dimensional person. Nothing. Frustrated, Sheridan stood up and went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. She turned from the sink and was shocked to see a young girl standing in front of her. She gasped and took a step backwards. The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. The girl disappeared in an instant.

She bent down to pick up the broken pieces. She looked up to see Luis standing in the doorway, holding a gun.

"I'm so sorry, Luis. I dropped the glass. I hope I didn't scare you."

"Nah. It's okay." He put the gun down on the counter. What happened?"

"A vision."

"A...what?" he asked incredulously.

"You heard me. It just took me by surprise. They're not usually so...vivid."

Luis gazed at her skeptically. He didn't believe she had a vision any more than he believed he had three eyes.

"The third eye can be very tricky if not controlled well."

He started, wondering if she had read his mind. Right, Luis, he told himself, get a grip.

He knelt down on the floor to help Sheridan pick up the shards of glass. At one point, her hand brushed his own. Startled, he grasped a piece of broken glass to hard. He winced at the pain and dropped it on the floor.

"Damn it," he muttered and opened his hand palm up. Blood oozed from the cut.

"Oh, Luis. What did you do?" Sheridan asked quietly as she reached out to take his hand in her own.

She examined the cut. It didn’t look deep enough to require stitches. Still, they needed to clean the wound and get it patched up.

"I'll get my trusty first aid kit," she told him and got up to find it,

Luis watched her search for the kit. He cursed silently. Why did her touch affect him so, he wondered to himself.

"Here we go. Just take a seat right here and we'll fix you up as good as new."

Luis watched Sheridan silently. She was lost in the task of cleaning and bandaging his injured left hand that she didn't notice.

Ever since he walked into her apartment, she had surprised him more than once. First, he was stunned to see that she had a smaller apartment than he had imagined. It was still a good size, but he expected bigger and more elaborate. Then, he discovered that she had no servants, that she did everything on her own. Also, he was surprised that she cooked well. It had been a while since he'd had a good meal.

Now she worked magic with her hands on his wound. She was gentle and he hardly felt any pain. He was disappointed to lose the touch of her hands, which disturbed him


"Thanks," he whispered.

"You're welcome."

Luis and Sheridan stood up at the same time.

"I think I'm ready for bed now," she told him and turned to finish cleaning up.

When she was done, she turned to leave. Luis reached out to grab her own arm with his uninjured right hand. She tensed at his touch and stopped short.

"What about your vision?" he asked.

"What about it?"

"What did you see."

"I just saw a young teenage girl standing in front of me. I think it was Rachel, but it happened so quickly, I can't be sure."

"Is that all?"

"No. A number crossed my mind, just as she was disappearing. It was a 3 followed by a partially hidden number. Maybe it was a 6. I don't know.

"Don't you think we should tell Agent Phillips?"

We could, but I doubt that we can reach her at this time of night. We're meeting with her in the morning. We'll tell her then. Look, I'm tired. Can you release my arm so that I can go to bed?"

Luis released her arm. He sighed and nodded his head. He followed her up the stairs. Before entering their rooms, they bid each other goodnight.

Sheridan was exhausted as she got ready to go to sleep. She brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were beginning to look bloodshot. Sheridan wondered how she was going to survive the next couple of weeks, while she reconnected with her past.





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