Lost and Found and then Lost Again

I KNOW I promised more Natalie/Cameron and less of Richard/Alexis.  BUT.  I found a writing prompt that said, "Start a story with this sentence: 'She woke, shivering, in the dark of the night."  Well, first it was going to be about Natalie, but a flash of inspiration, as opposed to the blank mind that stood before me when thinking about Nat, seemed far better.
So.  This little thingy made me feel sorrier for Richard than I ever did.  Suddenly everything is different.  Goldfinches and grosbeaks!  I love being a writer!!  All these little twists on things I thought I already had figured out...

She woke, shivering, in the dark of the night. The luminous numbers on her alarm clock informed her that it was 8:00 in the morning.  She had exactly one hour.
Immediately she was on her feet, switching the light on, shedding her night clothes, donning a brown dress, slipping into her shoes.  She ran a comb through her hair and arranged it into a messy bun.  Adding a little make-up and jewelry to her ensemble, she studied herself in the mirror.  There was one thing missing.
Opening her closet, she extracted an earring from her ear and fitted it into a tiny hole in the back wall.  Something clicked, and a hinged panel fell open.  She felt inside until her fingers came in contact with cold metal.
She pulled the chain out and held it up to the light.  A tear threatened to escape as she read the inscription on the dog tag.

                                                   NORTH, RICHARD

She swallowed her tears.  Today was not a day to cry.  Colin wanted to see her happy.  She hung the dog tag around her neck and locked the panel back up.
Thirty minutes later, she was stepping out of her car and crossing the nearly empty street to the little restaurant on the other side.  A coffee smell met her as she entered.  "Can I help you, miss?" a man at the counter asked.  She shook her head, scanning the room to see if Colin was early.  "No, I'm waiting for someone."  There were only three people there, all sitting at a table in the corner.  She was about to take a seat when one of the people looked up.  Her breath caught in her throat and her legs nearly gave way under her.  She felt dizzy; everything was suddenly blurry.  Swaying, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, but her whirling thoughts were overpowering her will.  That can't be him.
Suddenly she heard his voice and felt his strong arms help her sit down.  "Are you alright, ma'am?" his voice said.  He doesn't recognize me! was her panicked thought before she realized she was covering her face with her hands.  Breathing hard, she gathered her courage and looked up at him.  His face blanched, his eyes widened, and his lips opened and closed as if he couldn't summon words.  Finally he managed to whisper, "Alexis?"  That was the last thing she heard before she fainted.

Richard could only stare open-mouthed as his little sister fainted in his arms.  His head spun with confusion and pain.  What is she doing here?  What happened to her?  "Someone get her some water!" He shouted.  Bending close to her face, he whispered, "Alex, wake up, please!"  A waiter ran to him with a cup of water and Richard poured a few drops into her mouth.  To his relief, her eyes fluttered open.  "Richard," she gasped, "You were dead!"  He put a finger to her lips and glanced back at Ford and Lucy, who were regarding him with cold impatience.  "Look.  I need you to pretend you don't know me."  His voice was urgent.  Her face betrayed her utter confusion.  "What?" He glanced back again and saw to his horror that Ford and Lucy had gotten up and were approaching.  "Just...please.  You don't know me.  It's for your own safety."  She was about to argue, but before she could open her mouth, Ford was towering over them.  "Richard.  I believe we were in the middle of a discussion."  Richard stood at attention.  "Yes, sir," he muttered.  Ford frowned at Alex.  "Who is she?" Richard groaned inwardly.  Please forget about her.  Just leave her alone, he thought as he answered, "I don't know, sir.  I was just helping her to -" "Richard!" Alexis exclaimed.  "What are you talking about?  I'm your sister!"  Her brother nearly fainted himself as Ford's face lit up.  "Your sister?" he repeated with morbid interest.  Richard's heart sunk to the soles of his feet.  Alexis looked bewildered.  "What- Richard was...who are these...?"  Ford grinned.  "My dear, I'm very pleased to meet you, but your brother and I have business."  He nodded at Lucy, who with a quick and subtle movement sent Alex back into unconsciousness.  Richard grabbed Lucy's arm in an iron grip and angrily cried, "What do you think you're doing?"  Ford stepped between him and his sister.  "Someone call an ambulance!" he shouted, and narrowed his eyes at Richard.  "Nice to know you have a sister.  I suppose now if I am ever...displeased...with you, I have considerable motivation for you to get back into line."  Richard was so stunned he nearly struck him, but a man appeared at that moment to ask why they needed an ambulance.  "Our friend just passed out," Lucy answered promptly, pointing at Alexis.  Richard pushed Ford aside and knelt by his sister.  "I'm sorry," he whispered, and looked at Ford with venomous words boiling on his tongue.  Ford merely patted his gun holster casually.
After Alex had been carried away in an ambulance, Ford pushed Richard back to his seat.  "Nice girl.  Where does she live?"  Richard glared and said nothing.  He shrugged.  "We have ways of finding out, whether you tell us or not," he pointed out.  Still he received no answer.  "Well," Ford folded his hands and grinned, "shall we continue our meeting, then?"

*Cries* Well, hopefully next I'll find something to write about Natalie or Cameron or Jesse or Anna or Adrian or all or a few or pairs or just three or four of them. 
P.S. I'd suggest that Richard clear out before Colin comes along.  I'd also hate to be Colin when he comes to find that his date passed out and was taken to the hospital.