I've been away for a bit but now I'm back with a new story revolving round everyones favourite crime drama CSI.
As ever the characters of CSI don't belong to me and never will.
So read and enjoy
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Mothers, Sisters, Daughters
Years go quicker than you think. Charlie Flynn certainly thought so as she looked at the photographs all over the walls, one of her when she was 16 and in the school play, high school graduation, something nobody thought they'd ever see. Then the military uniform, proud and tall, aged 17 she enlisted in the Air Force and went off to make it. Time certainly had flown past.
"Charlie where is your birth certificate?" Sara demanded storming into the apartment in a hurry.
"In the cupboard with yours why?" Charlie asked taking a sip of her beer; it hurt to move her mouth still so she rested the cool bottle against her jaw. Sara rummaged through the cupboard until she found what she was looking for.
"Charlotte Catherine Flynn, Father unknown, Mother Catherine Flynn." Sara read out and Charlie's brow creased in confusion, "oh my god." Sara said softly before sitting on one of the kitchen stools holding the piece of paper in her hands.
"What's going on sis?" Charlie asked walking into the kitchen and standing beside Sara.
"I know who your mother is and where she is." Sara replied as Charlie's jaw dropped open.