A/N: so here is another tale that came to me one day. I have looked for when Jen's dad died, but couldn't find anything or any info on Jen's date of birth. So I decided to make it 1989 and say Jen was 21 when her father died.

A Choice

She groaned in pain. Her shoulder and stomach were on fire with the pain. She forced herself to open her eyes. She was surrounded in white, but the white was not painful, it was pleasant and soothing. The more she looked around, the more her surroundings became clearer. The white became white walls of a hospital and she found herself on a bed. But she didn't have any of the machines hooked up to her like she would in a hospital. There was no heart monitor to tick away the sounds of her beating heart; there was no clamp on her finger monitoring her pulse. Where was she?

She sat back in the bed and thought about the last things she remembered: Decker's funeral, Mr. Oshimada, Svetlana's return, calling Franks and the dinner. She was shot. Was she dead? Was this like a processing center, like having your heart weighed against the Feather of Truth in Egyptian Mythology?

"No, nothing like that." A voice sounded from the door way of her "hospital room". She looked to the door way to see someone leaning against the door frame. She was very young; she looked to be maybe 19 or 20 years old. The girl had dancing emerald eyes, just like she did. Her hair was a dark red, so dark it seemed brown, like mahogany.

"Then where am I?" She asked the women.

"You Jennifer Shepard, are here to make a choice."

"What Choice?"

"To live or to die. And to help you on this journey you will talk to people in your life you have died. There are four people here to talk to you. In addition I am here kind of like the Ghosts of Christmas past, present and future all combined in one. I will talk you to your biggest three regrets in life and show you what would have happened if you made another choice."

"So at the end of all this I can remain dead and move on or. . .?"

"Or you can go back to a certain point in your life. You have a choice there too, but I won't tell you until you make your choice." The girl sounded like this was the first time she gave this speech.

"Okay so this is like "5 people you meet in heaven" and "A Christmas Carol" all in one. So then who are you?"

"Okay, go back to the days before you found your father." Jenny raised her eyebrow. "Yes I know about that too. Go back and tell me what you did that day."

Jenny closed her eyes and went back like the girl suggested. "I had been feeling sick for a few days; I thought it was a food bug or something. So I went to the doctor two days before I found my father. She had drawn some blood, because I didn't show any of the other symptoms of having a bug besides being sick in the mornings and around the smell of certain foods. She said that I would have to come back the next day, because the lab was backed up. So I left for the day and returned home. The house was empty so I just went to bed and dozed for the rest of the day.

"The next day I returned to her office. I was called right in. She told me I was two months pregnant. I was in shock. I had a drunken one night stand around that time and didn't realize that we didn't use a condom."

"What happened next Jenny?"

"I left the office and drove around for a few hours. Once the shock wore off I felt happy, happier then I had felt in a long time. I wanted to keep this baby. So I knew I had to tell my dad; so I started to drive home. About a half-hour later I pulled into the driveway and entered the house. My dad's car was parked outside, so I knew he was home. I went to his study. I paused outside the door and I heard him yelling at somebody so I decided to wait until the next day to tell him. So I went up to my room and read some of my books for the rest of the day. The next day I slept in later than normal. After my morning sickness I dressed in some running shorts and a sport's bra and went for a run for an hour.

"When I returned home I went upstairs and showered and dressed for the day. I headed back downstairs and headed into the study. I knocked and no one answered. So I went in and found him on the floor of his study; a huge hole in his head and blood and brain matter everywhere. I started panicking I called 911 and the police. I must have slipped into shock until the police arrived. When I came to I started heaving, trying to get air into my lungs and then my stomach started to cramp and it hurt like hell. One of the detectives saw my pain and called for an ambulance. I passed out before it got to the house. I woke up in a hospital. The doctor on call had told me that the shock of finding my father made me loose the baby.

"I flew into a rage when the police told me that they had ruled it a suicide, because of something my father was being investigated for. I swore I would get revenge."

"Revenge for what?"

"For what the bastard who killed my father took form me: my baby and my daddy."

"Did you get your revenge? Did you properly grieve for both?'

"I got my revenge, it took many years, but I got it a few months ago. I don't know about grieving. I don't know how." Tears now poured down Jenny's face and she buried her face in her arms and cried her heart out. The girl wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her cry.

Once Jenny had shed all her tears she wiped them off her face and turned to her visitor.

"But that doesn't tell me who you are. Who are you?" She asked in her Director's Voice.

"I'm the baby you lost that day. I'm your daughter and I have chosen to be called Erin."