So, Brass tells me a friend of my dad's is going to come and get me. I don't know who this person is, and it makes me apprehensive and a little scared. What if they don't like me? Or I don't like them? Everything is changing, but I don't want it to. I want my dad back.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my Uncle Nick talking to me, "Come on, honey, we are going to get your stuff."

I can do nothing but nod in response. I look down at my arm and sigh. Stupid sling and stupid cast, I think, glaring at it.

Getting into his car, Uncle Nick drives me back to my apartment that I had shared with my father. As we got out and start walking, it hits me that I'm never going to live here again; this is the last time I will be home.

"I can't believe I'm not going to live here any longer," I sigh as I start packing up my belongings.

"It's okay honey, everything will be okay and if you need me, you can call or text me and I will be there. Don't worry about your phone; I will take care of the bill." Uncle Nicky says as he helps me pack.

"Thank you Uncle Nicky." I say, hugging him.

I finish packing, and we stop at my school to let them know I would be moving and would need my Individualized Education Plan transferred to another school. This is where we live, where I grew up. That thought hurt; my chest is constricting and my stomach twisting at the prospect of being anywhere else.

As I sit in Brass's office, waiting, two people come into the office with the detective. I don't know them, but they approach me.

"Hi, my name is Billy and this is my son Jacob," the man introduces themselves to me.

It is at this moment that my cat jumps into my lap and I whisper, "Hi. I am Angelica Brown, but I like Angel better."

They both look a little surprised that I spoke at all, but it was Jacob that asks, "That is a pretty name and I like your locket. So what do you like to do for fun, Angel?"

"Well, umm, I love to watch the Nostalgia Critic. He's funny, I love listening to Eminem, Big Time Rush, Pink and I love motorcycles and I love wolves. I want to be a CSI agent like my dad is... was," I corrected myself, my voice gaining some volume, though there is no strength to it.

"You must be Billy. I have paperwork for you to fill out." Brass says as he and Ecklie walk over.

"Brass, can I go say goodbye to the team, please?" I ask.

"Sure. If you want to, that's fine." Brass nods.

I walk into the break room, to the team in there. Brass must have sent them a text, I guess.

"I am going to miss you guys so much." I say, as my eyes start watering. They are like my family. So I have lost a dad, and now I'm losing my family too.

"We going to miss you too, princess," they all tell me.

"I will be back. I will be a CSI agent one day soon," I say, walking over and hugging each of the one at a time.

"If you need us, then just call," says Grissom, and Hodges agrees.

"I will, I promise." I say. "Uncle Nicky can you help me with my stuff?"

"Yes of course honey," he replies. We walk back to Brass' office together. I walk over to brass and hug him. "Bye Brass I am going miss you." I say, and then step back.

"Angel, I just finished with the paper work." Billy says and notices Uncle Nick. "Oh, hi, I'm Billy."

"Hi, I'm Nick." Uncle Nick nods, shaking his hand.

We all walk to Billy's truck. I grab my cat cage and my laptop bag and my DVD player bag as Uncle Nick puts other stuff in the car. I put them next to me in back and I walk out with tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Bye Uncle Nicky, please be safe. I will miss you and I'm going to text you and I love you." I sniffle, hugging him again, tightly.

"Bye, Sweetie. I will miss you too and I love you. You better text me when you get there." He says, hugging me back.

"Is it okay if I make a call?" I ask as I get into the car.

"Yes of course, Angel," Jacob says sweetly.

I don't need to think as I punch Tohru's number into my phone, the number has been living in my memory for years.

I listen to the dialing tone for a few moments before a "Hello," greets my ears.

"Hey…" I say, trying to force some strength into my voice. "I'm not going to be at school tomorrow."

"Why?" Tohru's voice is blunt and to the point, as always.

"I'm moving to Washington… My dad he's… he's…" my voice breaks and I swallow hard, "He's busy right now, so I am staying with some of his friends." It's not a lie, I tell myself, I'm just delaying the truth. As strong as I am I can't bring the myself to say the words 'my dad is dead' just yet.

There's a few seconds of silence before Tohru replies with a slow and drawn-out "Okay," I hear the TV on in the background, "I'm moving there too, next week, my mom got offered a better job there so we're moving."

"That's great," I reply, accepting this will probably be the only good thing about Washington. "Look, I have to go, I will speak to you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye." Tohru echoes back before killing the call.

I sigh, then, and put my phone away and look out of the window as the desert disapears from my view. All those casino's, filled with fools and dreamers. The place that my dad called home. The place that I once called home. Now it's just Las Vegas for me… Home is gone.


a/n please review :)