The same way: Chapter 1: My personal decision.

Charlotte's POV:

I am so nervous. I didn't even tell him about this day. He would kill me. Or maybe not because I only do the same job as he does. God, I'm so nervous. How can I be? I'm a 25 years old, young, tough and strong woman. I make a good job. And I do not want to be like my brother. Like my oldest brother. The other one… I'm like him.

Charlotte stood in the elevator. Her breath was uncontrolled. She put a little mirror out of her bag and looked in it. Her brown hair, like her mother, looked a little bit too hard so Charlotte tried to fix it with hair spray. Her ice blue eyes starred back to her. When the elevator door opened she looked around to find the right door.

Mac Taylor

It was the right office.

Charlotte's POV:

I don't know if it's a good idea. I should better turn around. Go back in the elevator, forget this idea. But I want this. And…

Charlotte walked into the office. Mac looked to her.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He didn't know where this woman was, but he knew he had seen her before. Or better he thought he had seen her before.

"I want to have a job. As a detective."

"I need your name." The young woman told Mac his name and he looked very interested.

"Does he know it?" Mac asked.

"No. It's my personal decision. Not his. And if he doesn't want me to work here, it's not his problem. My decision."

Charlotte's POV:

Why should he decide this? Is that his problem? Detective Taylor asks silly questions. Am I his clone? I think HE thinks that. I can make personal decisions. I'm a young, tough and strong woman. I'm a good cop. Not a clone.

"Good. Welcome in the team." Mac said. Charlotte smiled. She was very happy. 2 hours the whole lab sat in the break room to see who the new member was. Sid and Hawkes discussed if she was clever, Flack and Danny wanted to know if she was pretty and Stella and Lindsay played with Lucy. Then Mac and Charlotte entered the office.

Charlotte's POV:

I hate it when everyone looks at me. And HE. He looks like he would get a heart attack every second. And his wife. Shit. They look at me if I was… I don't know.

"That's our new detective. Charlotte Theresa Messer." Everyone looked very surprised.

And Danny looked like he would explode.

"Your sister?" Stella asked.

"Yes, Charlie, a second. NOW." Danny shouted. Everyone looked at him.

Charlotte's POV:

Now he will kill me. God, his eyes. He wants me dead. I see it. I hope I will survive. He always wanted to protect me. He was, is, my older brother. It was Louie's job, but he wasn't very good at it. Now I will hunt murderers and criminals. Not the best job for a little sister. I know why he's angry, but it was my decision. My PERSONAL decision. I think that nobody in this lab understands this. But I will go with him. Because he called me Charlie. He didn't do it for a long time. Since Louie…

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