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"For goodness' sake, Mat! Why don't you stop behaving like this? Why can't you trust us?" Lindsay exploded.
"Trusting whom? You? Oh, Lindsay with all anonymous calls and Mike's story?" he laughed sarcastically, " If someone here should speak of trust and loyalty than surely not you!"
Lindsay became pale but she said nothing.
"And Peter is not better, watching every my step and only waiting for me to make a mistake so that he can become the new Case Manager."
Peter opened his mouth to protest but before he could say anything Lindsay interrupted: "You've gone too far, Mathew. You have no right telling such things to Peter, you have no right of accusing us. If you have some personal problems, it's neither mine fault nor Peter's nor someone else's. I would like so much you to be only a bit like Connor," she turned away and left the room, Praeger staring after her.
"You shouldn't have done it, Praeger," Peter said menacingly. "She doesn't deserve being hurt!"
"Oh, yes, she doesn't," Praeger mocked. "I am here the only bad boy." "See you later than," Peter replied angrily, anxious to get hold of Lindsay before she drove away.
He exited. Praeger, who now calmed down and was even feeling a bit ashamed asked Anton: " By the way, who's Connor?"
"It's a long story, Mat," Anton answered. "And a long way for Lindsay and Peter to go."
Mat shrugged. Everyone in the team seemed to defend Lindsay. As for Peter and that mysterious Connor, he will find out everything. Even if he has to contact Elsinger. Without saying goodbye Praeger went out of the room and headed Elsinger's study. Anton shook his head. He had to find out why Peter and Lindsay behaved in such a strange way. Mat's rudeness was not the only reason for it.
Peter could catch Lindsay just as she was about driving away. "Lin," he cried," don't run away, we have to talk."
He was almost sure she will refuse but Peter was wrong. "Get in, I don't think it's the best place to talk," she opened the car door.
Sitting close to Lindsay Peter could clearly see the change in her: she looked tired and it seemed to him she has cried during the week - end. "Hey, are you o.k.?" Peter asked softly.
"No," directly answered Lindsay, having watched him shortly. "Pete, I also have to tell you something. I thought a lot about it and I now I reckon you have a right to know."
She stopped the car and they got out into the park. They strolled down the alley, heading their favorite place: a bank near a lake, hidden between the trees. As they sat down, Lindsay started telling about her dream and then about the Old House and Elisa. "She's still alive, Pete, but I don't have a slightest idea where she could be. And I have discussed the matter with no one. Pete, I know you're the only one in the team who cared about Connor as much as I did. I was wrong accusing you of his death, you could have done nothing but my pain was too big and I had to blame someone. I am sorry if I made you suffer, which I know I have."
"Oh, Lin," Peter felt grateful," you don't have to make excuses. I did feel miserable but I also knew why. It was not easy for the whole team to accept Doyle's death and you don't have to blame yourself because of me. Lindsay, I have also seen Connor. That is why I have tried to reach you. And you know he was not alone. There was a woman I haven't yet seen." Lindsay interrupted his words taking a photo out of her bag.
"Was it her? Was it Natasha?" Peter stared unbelievingly at the old white - black photo in the broken glass frame. The young couple watched him laughing.
"He told us nothing about Natasha," said at last Peter, returning the photo back to Lindsay.
"He never told something about his private life. Only once we talked about his Navy experience in the Bermuda Triangle but it was also summered as shortly as possible," mentioned Lindsay.
"And now Connor comes back asking you to take care of his daughter?" "The main thing is he comes back," Peter could hardly hear her voice. "You know once I have spent the whole night in front of monitors and Connor was making some notes on a sheet of paper. Then someone called him and he went away. I have seen the paper he left and thinking these were some important remarks thought of looking for Connor and giving him back the paper. But it wasn't anything referring to the work: it was a poem."
"A poem?" Peter asked unbelievingly.
"Yes," replied Lindsay. " And do you know what the last verse was?" Peter shook his head. "There was written…", and as Lindsay was just about reciting the poem they heard Peter's telephone ringing. Peter made a face and picked up the phone. Lindsay watched his expression changing.
"Well, if you insist… No, we will be there in a minute," his face was lowering.
"Lin, his Majesty insisted on our immediate come back to the O.S.I.R. He would like to start a new case." Looking at her skeptical face Peter smiled:" He even said something like "I am sorry". That is progress, let's go." The poem was forgotten, Lindsay and Peter going further and further away from the lake.
An hour later the whole team was sitting in a van and driving to the Whites.
"Why are we required?" asked Matt, acting as if nothing happened. "Whites are living in the forest on a farm. As far as we know they have two children: a grown - up son who helps his father and a younger girl about 16 years old. Three days ago, on Friday, they have heard someone crying outside their door. Mrs. White went down to explore and found a little girl of six or seven years. Of course she took the little - one into the house but the girl neither speaks nor shows any interest in her surrounding. The family says she spends her whole day sitting at the window as if waiting for somebody," Lindsay paused. "Do you think it requires a scientific investigation?" she asked unbelievingly.
And before Mat could even open his mouth Anton replied: "But of course. We have to find out where she comes from, who are her parents and what her problem is."
"Certainly aliens," Mat started laughing but stopped quickly. "It was just a joke," he added hastily. Nobody noticed a light smile that touched Anton's lips.
Elisa was sitting on a windowsill and staring out of the window. She had a strong feeling that something was going to happen today. She waited for her mother to come. As far as Elisa could remember she was alone with the strange man in the uniform who didn't stop measuring her forces, which they called "supernatural". Yes, she could read someone's thoughts, she could sometimes predict what happened, she even could move subjects - not for a long time or a big distance - but it seemed that it was enough for those men to make her life unbearable with experiments and "science". Though Elisa was already used to it. She could remember neither her father nor her mother but the woman she saw in her dream was going to change everything. She didn't know why she was on the farm and there were no more uniformed professors but she has got a chance to go to her mother. And she was going to take it.
Hearing the car in the distance she got out of the house and ran across the fields towards the approaching vehicle.
The team fell silent watching the scenery they were driving by and caught by the magic of nature. On the either side of the road there were fields, alive with golden, red and blue flowers that were swinging in the wind giving one the impression of a colorful sea. Suddenly Lindsay asked Mat: " Could you please stop the car?"
Praeger shrugged and put the vehicle to the standstill. He was just about to wonder about the reason when Lindsay got out of the car and began running towards the figure in the field.
"What the hell is she doing?" Mat like always lost his temper. "I thought we cleared our morning quarrel."
"Why do you think she did it because of you?" asked Peter, intently watching Lindsay.
"Pete," Anton demanded," it's time you tell us what is on."
Lindsay heard nothing and saw nothing except Elisa. It could be only a dream or her eyes tricking but her heart was looping with joy. It was real. She has found Elisa.
At last she saw the girl in front of her, dark hair tossed by wind and attentive blue - gray eyes. The eyes of Connor. It was then when Elisa spoke for the first time. She said: "Mummy, I found you".
Lindsay could feel tears feeling her eyes. She stretched out her hands and in a minute she was holding Elisa, they both crying from happiness.
On the farm worried Mrs. White met the O.S.I.R. team. "She just ran away without saying a word! Mr. Praeger, I am so afraid something happens to her. We don't even know her name or where she comes from but still she is only a child and I feel responsible for her well - being." "Elisa," said Peter.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Mrs. White.
"Mrs. White, her name is Elisa."
"Look," Anton showed at the two figures approaching the house. They were walking side by side, involved in a conversation.
As the two came nearer, Mrs. White exclaimed:" Good God, it's Elisa!" "And Lindsay," added Praeger thoughtfully.
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