Rosa Curso knew at a young age that her daughter was different and very special. She knew at the age of twenty, two years after giving birth to her one of a kind daughter, that the youngester took after her father. She did everything she could for her daughter before her passing but tell the O'Brien's that they had a granddaughter.
Rosa thought she was protecting her daughter from the man, in her father's words, couldn't feel. She did not know at the age of four years old, her daughter knew about her father and his side of the family.
The teenager who held a dual citizenship from Italy and Ireland moved from a small town in Ireland to glamours Los Angeles in the United States this past summer. Her Italian mother, who raised Isabella to reflect both cultures that ran through her blood, passed away at the young age of thirty five years old. It was not a freak accident, but cancer that took her quickly.
The first time in sixteen years, Isabella was officially alone with no family. Technically she did have a family who did not know of who she was. She knew about her grandparents, Sean and Louise O'Brien, about her aunt Megan O'Brien and Aunt Meg's husband. But as much as she wanted the facts about her father, Walter O'Brien, she could not bring herself to find the facts. She knew it her mother's doing, keeping them apart but she felt some towards of hurt towards Walter. But they did not know about her.
That was until today.
Isabella took a deep breath as she held a torn worn down picture of her mother and a boy named Walter. It was the only thing she considered a prized possession, also the single picture of both of her parents together that existed in the world. Isabella knew that finding such things as a picture was foolish but she couldn't help herself. This picture she always kept on to, even if she could not fully understand it. Her fingers ran across the seasoned picture before stuffing it in the front pocket of her cross body.
She stepped into the headquarters of the genius problem solvers, glances around. Though the place is suppose to be some type of office, she could see it is more than that. It is also what most would say is a home. She did her research about the Scorpion team and they seemed to work very well together.
She looked around once more then for a split second, she thought about turning before anyone could see her. But before she could put her plan to action, a voice filled the air. "May I help you?" The voice sounded nice, gentle and sweet.
She shifts to be greeted by a woman with long wavy hair, brown eyes and compassionate smile. She mentally said to hell with it and spoke as two other members of the team, neither the man she was looking for, joined. "Is Walter O'Brien here?"
A man in a dark pressed suit and reflecting sun glasses that sat on top of his head eyes go wide, "Who are you? Why are you asking?"
Isabella took a step back, she was almost ready to run. She was here, she wanted some facts and her plan was to stay here to get them. Even though her flight or fight reflex was running high. "I need to talk to Walter O'Brien. It is not a matter of life or death, but I do think it is important." She tried to control the way she spoke, she was not the biggest fan of her accent and almost always hated it when it showed.
The man with the sunglasses face raised for a moment. The way the young woman spoke in front of him, reminded him of the way Walter spoke to him when he was a young teenager. "You are from Ireland, aren't you?" He turns to the woman beside him, not waiting for an answer from the teenager, and sighs, "Go get Walter, Paige."
The teenager looked at the man, "I am."
"My name is Cabe. And the man beside me is Sylvester. Toby and Happy are in the kitchen." Cabe, the man with the sunglasses, smile only softly. He hopes that speaking a little about the team would bring down some worries he swore he saw in the teen. "You almost have the same accent as Walter when I first met him. You know if you are trouble, we as a - "
Cabe stopped talking as he saw he lost the attention of the teenager, of the kid. Something more important had her eye. She was looking up the stairs where Walter O'Brien. "You look a lot older." She states without any feeling behind it, she states it more as a fact then anything.
Walter's eyes squint, "May I ask how I know you?"
She shakes her head as she pulls a picture from her purse. "You don't." She simply says, then she hold out the picture. "My name is Isabella Valentina O'Brien. And I am 93 percent sure you are my father. Which would make me your daughter."
All heads, including Toby and Happy who were out of the kitchen and has joined the rest of the team, were looking at Walter for a reaction, expression or anything.
As moments turn to minutes pass, Isabella speaks "I didn't take you for the no speaking type."
"I'm not the smartest fellow in the world, but I can sure pick smart colleagues." - Franklin D. Roosevelt
Here is the first chapter of the story called, "Simply An O'Brien." I hope you enjoyed it! And if you have the time, I would great appreciate if you would review!
My next chapter will hopefully be posted in the next couple of days.
