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Fallen
It was around 9p.m. on a Friday night in downtown Los Angelus. The Poison Ivy club was packed. No surprise there, I mean, it's LA on a Friday night. I expected no less then elbow to elbow patrons, generous tips, and plenty of drunken verbal diarrhea which usually resulted in gems such as "If you were a guy… I'd wish I was gay!". I just hope the guy forgets he said that, or he'll wake up in the morning hating himself.
I had just served up a couple of hop, skip, and go naked's, when my boss slash roommate came up to the bar. "There's some chick looking' for a Cali Donovan at the door. You want me to have them send her away or what?" he asked. I was surprised. No one in LA knew that my name was Cali Donovan, so I figured it had to be someone from home. "Uh, let her in I guess." I replied hesitantly, before Brandon disappeared into the crowed.
A couple of minutes later I was mixing up some drinks, my back toward the counter. "Cali?" s voice rang from behind me. Slowly, I turned to see the last person I had ever expected in a place like this. "Jen? Oh my God! What are you doing here?" I asked excitedly. I had known Jen my whole life, few people knew me better than she did. We were complete opposites, Jen the quiet, reserved, smart one, and me; well I'm everything she's not. I guess that's why we were such a good match. There was only one person in the world that differed from me more than Jen, but he died years ago. At least I pretended that he did. Jen stood looking at me; everything about the way she looked at me told me that something had gone terribly wrong. "It's about Veronica" and with that my heart stopped.
"Micah, cover for me." I ordered more than asked, not waiting for an answer. I lead Jen to the break room where we would be able to have a proper conversation. "What about Veronica?" I asked sitting down, preparing for the worst. "She's in a lot of trouble." Jen answered timidly. "Come on Jen! Don't bullshit me, okay? I need to know everything that you do. What the Hell is happening with my sister?" I hated that I was getting so angry at Jen, but this is my sister we were talking about. Sure, I hadn't seen her for about four years, and could count the number of phone calls that were made to or from her on one hand, but I loved her. She's my big sister; I'd do anything for her. Jen winced at my tone, before letting out a sigh. "She took on Lincoln's case. Cali, she is trying to stop his execution!"
And with that she began telling me everything that she knew, which was more than enough to get her killed. "Now she, L.J. and this Nick guy are constantly on the run, and Lincoln has less than three weeks left." She was crying now, if I hadn't been so damn proud I would have been crying as well. I was in shock; this was so much to take in all at once. I needed time to think about it all, but there was one problem. I didn't have the time. "What if they get them Cal? What if Lincoln dies for someone else's crime! What if…" I couldn't let her finish, I wasn't going to let any of that happen. "There's no way, Jen. That is not going to happen. Not now, not ever!" It was at that moment when I realized what had to be done. I needed to place myself in the thick of it all, and I was going to do just that.