This is my take on that happens after the season finale of Ringer.

Bridget who?

Juliet

The glass of the car window felt cool against my cheek. I was leaning up against the window, tears dried out on my face, eyes staring blind into the night as the car took us farther from home, father from Bridget. Dad was sitting beside me. He wasn't saying a single word. He hadn't said a single word since we got into the car. I kinda wanted him to say something. Something to get my mind of the whole Bridget/Siobhan business. But his mind was obviously as preoccupied with it as mine was. He was staring at his wedding ring. Fingers' turning it constantly, like the thing was on fire and would burn him if it sat still for a moment. He looked like he had age a decade since he found out about Bridget. So hunted. So broken.

I looked out the window again, while I found my Ipod. I plugged the earphone in, and turned it on. Lana Del Rays smooth voice filled my mind, and I closed my eyes. I wanted to forget this terrible evening. I wanted to go back to before we learned the truth. To the night we all had dinner together. I wanted back the laughter and smiles. The love and joy. I wanted the pain to stop.

The car pulled up the driveway at the Hamptons house. Dad and I got out of the car, walking side by side to the front door. As he unlocked the door he let out a sigh. I took his hand, like when I was a little girl. Together we walked into the house where we were supposed to spend a week as a family, with Bridget. Instead here we stood. To individuals, with each of their broken hearts. I looked up at dad. A single tear was running down his cheek. I wiped the tear away. "It will be okay, dad." I put my head on his shoulder. "We will be okay. We will get over her. Screw Bridget", I said trying to give him my best smile. He looked at my with those empty, hunted eyes "Bridget who?" He let go of my hand and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Leaving me standing in the darkness.

Bridget

I closed the door to the Butler house behind me. I stumbled down the stairs and sat down on the last step. I couldn't believe it. My own sister wanted me dead. All because of Sean.

I had wanted to die a million timed since it had happened. I had buried my sorrow in alcohol and drugs. I hadn't blamed Siobhan for never wanting to talk to me again, but I had missed her more than words can say. So when I thought she had forgiven me, I was so happy. Then she killed herself and I thought I would never be happy again. But then I met Andrew. And now. Now I had nothing. And my sister wanted me dead.

Solomon sat down beside me. He had been waiting in the car while I was talking to Henry. "So?", he looked at me with the question in his eyes. I shook my head, tears starting running down my face. Slowly I started explaining what Henry had told me. Solomon put his arm around me. Somehow this man had become my friend over the last months. "It'll be okay Bridg', we'll figure it out", he looked at me and gave me a little smile. We both got up. "What now?" he asked me. I had to go back to the apartment. I was wearing the engagement ring Andrew gave me. I couldn't keep it. I wouldn't be right. "I'll take you in the morning, but now you gotta get some sleep. You look exhausted Bridget", he lead me to the car. "You can crash at my place. Just for the night, and then tomorrow we'll find something else, I'll help you".

Andrew

I closed the door behind me. I hadn't wanted to be short with Juliet, but I couldn't let her see me cry. The tears had already started in the car, but now I couldn't control it anymore. I sat down, my back against the door. How could she have fooled me this way? I knew the change in Siobhan had been too good to be true. But this?

My heart felt like someone had poured acid over it. It hurt so much. And I was so angry. There was a knock on the door. "Sir, there's a police officer on the phone from New York. There's been a shooting at the apartment. They need you to come back to the city in the morning". A shooting? Who would fire a gun in my home?

Then I remembered what Bridget had told my about the mafia boss, and the reason she was running and imposing as Siobhan. Was this the reason for the shooting, and if it was, then what about… Bridget…

Solomon

I parked the car in front of the Martins home. "I coming up with you, just in case" I told Bridget. She looked at me and smiled. There was a bit more color in her cheeks this morning. Yesterday she had looked like a ghost. And I think she had felt like one to. I had warned her about coming fourth with the truth, but neither of us had anticipated the outcome. The whole Siobhan business. Poor Bridget.

We made our way up the elevator. And stepped into the apartment. The place was still filled with police and FBI, going over the crimescene. The place was a mess. The usually minimalistic white place was now red with the blood of Macawi. I didn't think a cleaning team would be enough. Even though the blood had been removed, it had colored the entire place. Things were knocked over, and or broken. Bridget looked at the scene, and then turned to me. "I just need to leave something, and then we can go". She disappeared in the direction of the bedroom.

After a couple of minutes she came back. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. She had cried all night, and they were already red, so it was hard to tell. "Let's go" she said, and we stepped in the elevator. "Are you okay?", "Mmmhmm", I guessed she didn't fell much like talking. The rest of the ride we both stayed silent. When we got outside, Bridget put on her sunglasses. "I wonder if I ever get to see him again" she said, turning her head my way. I smiled at her. She looked so fragile standing there. How Andrew didn't see she wasn't her sister I couldn't get. They look like each other, but they were so different. Bridget was nothing like Siobhan. She was so much more. We got in the car and as we pulled away from the Martins, Bridget turned my way "thanks Solomon. What would I do without you? How will I be able to pay you now?" I smiled "don't you worry about that right now. Now let's find you a place to stay, shall we".

Andrew

I'd left a note for Juliet on the counter.

God morning sweetheart

I have to go back to the city for the day.

I didn't want to wake you.

I will be back for dinner. You can order anything you would like.

See you later

Your Father

As I sat in the back of the car, heading for New York, I thought about the apartment. I'd called the police that morning, wanting to know more. The mafiaboss Macawi had been killed by Bridget. She was safe, and had rescued somebody else, who was in the apartment.

The chauffeur pulled up in front of my home and I got out. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright and I had to hold my hand up in front of my eyes to see anything.

And there in front of me, coming out of the building, was Bridget. She was with Mr. Solomon, and the two of them were heading for the limo. She looked as I felt. Pale and worn out. My heart aced at the sight of her and I wanted nothing more than to call out to her, but before I knew it she was in the car, and it was pulling away from the building.

I stepped out the elevator to the horror that was my home. The picture of Siobhan stood on the ground, covered with a sheet. The wall behind it was sprayed red with blood. Everything was a mess. Well, somehow it fit my life right now. I was a mess, and so was my home.

I made my way to the bedroom, wanting some peace to process everything, before I talked to the police. On the bed I found the engagement ring I gave Bridget and a letter.

Dear Andrew.

I am so sorry for everything. I never meant for it to go this far. I never thought I'd fall in love with you, my sister's husband. I tried to run so many times, telling myself to let you and Juliet go, but I couldn't. I fell in love with you, her and our family, even though it wasn't real. I wasn't real. I so wanted to be what you thought I was. It was like a dream. And now I've woken to my nightmare.

Siobhan isn't dead. She faked it. She was really pregnant, and has given birth to twin girls. I don't know anything else. Talk to Henry.

I pretended to be Siobhan, but my feelings were never pretend. I love you, and I hope that someday you will forgive me.

Until that day and for the rest of our lives, I promise to find you in every poem, to see you in every work of art, to hear you in every love song! I'm amazed by the power you have over my heart.

Yours forever

Bridget

I looked up from the letter, a tear running down my cheek. Could I forgive her? I so wanted to. I missed her. And what about the real Siobhan? And twins?

I wiped the tear away, standing up, and cleared my throat. I had to talk to the police. I tucked the letter in my breast pocket along with the engagement ring. And then I walked out to deal with everything.