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"Locked Memory"

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by Bridget Frawley

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters that are Copyright (c) Spelling-Goldberg Productions. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes, and I retain only the rights to the plot, not the characters. This is a Charlie's Angels/Hart to Hart crossover story.

Description: Why is someone trying to kill Sabrina? They decide to lay low at a friend of Bosley's until they can figure out their next move.

Bosley, Kris, and Kelly pulled up in front of Sabrina's apartment building. He honked the horn twice.

Sabrina came downstairs carrying a bag in one hand and a package in the other.

Kelly opened the door for her.

"Thanks," Sabrina said after she got inside. She handed the package to Kelly as Bosley pulled out of his parking space and started driving.

"Already?" Kelly asked in surprise, opening it.

Sabrina nodded. "I think they came out pretty good."

Kelly looked the pictures over. "Pretty good? They're terrific!"

"Thanks."

Kelly passed the pictures over to Kris and Bosley for inspection. "How much do I owe you?"

"Two dollars," Sabrina answered.

"That's all?"

"For now. After I get really good I'll start charging for labor as well as materials."

"Did you develop these yourself?" Bosley asked curiously.

She nodded. "You like them?"

"Very good," he commented. "I would have thought they were done by a professional."

She smiled, pleased by the compliment.

"Can you make reprints as well as enlargements?" Kris asked.

"Sure," she replied. "That's no problem. I'll do your developing for you if you want. I'll only charge you for the use of the equipment. Besides, I need the practice."

"No, you don't," Kelly contradicted. "These are great."

"You know what they say," Sabrina responded. "Practice makes perfect."

"Well," Bosley stated, "Maybe I'll start taking pictures for you to develop."

"Thanks a lot," Sabrina said, rolling her eyes.

Everyone laughed.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Kris asked.

"Echo Park," Bosley answered. "Does anyone need to make any stops before we get on the freeway?"

They all shook their heads.

"What did you bring?" Kris asked.

"You'll have to wait until we get there to find out," he said mysteriously.

"And they probably have about a million calories apiece," Kelly added ruefully.

"Maybe we'll see Charlie there," Kris said hopefully.

"Fat chance," Sabrina replied. "He'll be at least 50 miles away. Right, Bos?"

"I wouldn't say 50 miles," he corrected. After a few seconds, "25, maybe."

"See?" Kelly complained.

"A girl can hope, can't she?" Kris asked.

Bosley decided to change the subject. "Do you take pictures as well as develop them, Bri?"

"Talk about changing the subject," Kelly stated.

"That was the original topic to begin with," he countered.

"Yes, I do," Sabrina answered.

"Of what?" Kris asked, fascinated.

"Oh, anything and everything. I try to go to a different place each time I go out. A supermarket, the zoo, a bank - "

"Do people mind getting their pictures taken?" Kelly asked, intrigued.

"Well," Sabrina answered carefully, "I don't go up and ask them if it's all right. I stand about a half block away and use a telephoto lens. I like it better that way. It's more natural."

"Don't they realize you're taking their pictures?" Kris asked.

"Nobody's said anything so far," she remarked. "I have a feeling that they think I'm a freelance photographer for some newspaper or something and their picture will end up in it."

"Like the enquiring photographer?" Bosley asked.

"Exactly," Sabrina affirmed.

"Have you tried selling any yet?" Kelly asked.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Bosley asked in amazement.

"I wanted to get a little better before I tried anything like that," she admitted modestly.

"You can't get much better than this," he objected. "These are fantastic! I'm sure you'd have no problem."

"Bosley," Kris said, "stop it. You're embarrassing her."

"Am I?" He asked.

"You are," Sabrina agreed, "but go on."

Everyone laughed.

* * * * *

Two men were searching Sabrina's apartment.

"It's got to be here someplace," James stated furiously.

"Look, why don't we just forget it?" Jack asked, looking around nervously. "She doesn't even know who we are."

"When our pictures are in the paper she'll know," James countered. "Keep looking. It's got to be here somewhere."

* * * * *

Later that afternoon Bosley and Sabrina were in front of her apartment building. They had already dropped off Kris and Kelly.

"Did you have a good time?" He asked warmly.

"Yes, I did. How about you?"

He nodded.

"I'm glad Kris brought her camera. Now I have more pictures to develop."

"Don't you have enough to do?"

"Nope," she said wryly, smiling. Her canvas bag has been lying on the floor by her feet. She picked it up, not realizing that her camera had slipped out. "I need the practice." She opened the car door. "Thanks again for the picnic." She got out, closing the door behind her.

"Bye," he called out, watching her go in the front door. Once she was inside he pulled away fro the curb and drove off. He had gotten about a half mile away when he spied the camera on the floor. He turned the car back around.

* * * * *

She was reached her apartment door. She put the key in the lock and entered. Once inside someone came up from behind her and put a chloroformed rag over her mouth.

She struggled fiercely but the fumes got to her and knocked her unconscious.

He still held her for a few more seconds, making sure she wasn't faking. After she made no movements he let her drop to the floor.

"Search her," James instructed sharply, going through her purse.

Jack started going through her pockets. "There's nothing here," he said anxiously.

"It's got to be there. It's not in her bag."

There was a knock at the door.

Both men froze, looking at each other.

"Bri," Bosley's voice called from the other side, "you okay in there?"

"Out the window," Jack whispered fearfully.

They both hurried to the window and climbed onto the fire escape. The chloroformed rag slipped out of James' pocket in his rush.

"Bri," Bosley called again, more loudly this time. "Open the door." He tried the door knob and found it unlocked. He went inside cautiously and saw her unconscious on the floor. At first he thought she'd passed out, then seeing the disarray feared she was knocked out. He went over to the opened window and saw a car drive off. He found the rag on the floor, picked it up, and held it under his nose for a quick sniff. "Chloroform," he remarked. He then went back to the bag at Sabrina's side and took her keys. He locked all the windows, picked her up, and carried her to his car, locking her front door behind him.

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