LINGER

Characters are not mine… this fic has been sitting in my closet for several months, I can't seem to get anywhere on Collide, Alone, a Tale of two friends, or well… anything for that matter, so I figured I'd type this up. Enjoy!


Chapter 1:

It had been a month since the lab explosion that had landed Greg in the hospital for several days with varying degrees of burns.

An article had been published in the paper and had listed him as the seriously injured victim. And, because of that, a phone call had now awakened him several hours earlier than he had planned.

'Hello?' he said, yawning as he picked up the phone.

'Is this a Greg Sanders?' the female voice on the other end of the line asked.

He nodded, 'Yeah, I'm Greg. Who is this?'

The voice hesitated a moment. 'Do you know a Robin Spencer?'

'She died a few years ago. We dated in college.' He told the still unidentified caller.

'That's her. We're you aware she had a daughter?' the voice asked, sympathetically.

'No I wasn't. Why?' he responded, confused as to where this conversation was going.

Again, the voice faltered. 'You're name is on the birth-certificate. We saw your name in the papers and found out how to contact you. I work with child services. Sir, you're daughter has been in foster care since Ms. Spencer died on March 25th, 2000.'

Greg was unable to speak. 'What's her name?' he asked the first question that came to mind.

'Elicia Robin Sanders is what's on her file'

He nodded, 'that sounds like something Robin would do,' he thought to himself. 'When's her birthday?'

After a brief shuffling of papers the woman responded. 'December 17th, 1995.'

'That'd be about right' he thought to himself. The last time he'd seen Robin had been February 14th, 1995. Valentine's Day. 'Umm… can I get her out of foster care?' his mind was screaming at him, he found himself wondering what he was doing.

'After we clear you as a fit environment' the woman replied and launched into an explanation of the processes involved.

He cut her off. 'That's okay. I know the details- I'm a C.S.I. at the LVPD crime lab.' He told her.

'Very well then, I'll fax you the papers. I'm sorry, but I have to go now,' she said.

'Do me a favor will you?' he asked. 'Tell her I love her.' He smiled to himself.

'Will do, sir. Nice talking to you.'

'Same to you,' he replied and hung up, letting the tears fall.

After composing himself, he reached for the phone again, hitting the first number on his speed-dial. He knew she'd been in foster care when she was little, he didn't know why yet, but he knew she could help him. 'Sara…' he said as she picked up her end of the line.


That's Chapter 1 for you. I'll be typing for a while and posting as I go so please… REVIEW!