Waverly's eyes moved over the letter again and again, rereading it to the point where she could recite it word for word. She couldn't believe Nicole had a sister and didn't tell her. Sure they had just started their relationship together but the red head knew every about her. She was probably the only person that knew Waverly completely. But she offered nothing of herself in return.

Nicole had been so tight lipped about her life before she came to Purgatory. It was almost as if the young officer didn't exist before she stepped into Shorty's that fateful afternoon. It wasn't even that she didn't talk about her past. There were no family pictures in her apartments. No phone calls home.

Even after being taken by Jack and dying there was nothing. No listed next of kin. No get well cards. Nothing that would suggest Nicole had anyone that cared about her. Waverly felt her heart crack at the thought of her girlfriend actually having no one. No friends. No family. Just her and her temperamental cat cooped up in their tiny one bedroom apartment.

"Who are you?" the young Earp asked the empty bedroom as her fingers traced the name written on the box.

Obviously Nicole wasn't completely alone. She had a sister somewhere out there. She wouldn't write letters to someone who didn't exist. Not unless her girlfriend was secretly crazy, but she had spent enough time with the redhead to know that wasn't true. No something must have happened. Something to cause the two sisters to stop talking. She wondered what it was. Obviously whatever had happened Nicole desperately wanted to reconnect with her younger sister even if she wasn't able to send the letters she still wrote them.

Without realizing it the curious Earp's fingers found another letter on the floor. The date on this one only two days after the first. She knew she shouldn't do this. It was a huge invasion of Nicole's privacy. She had been so patient with Waverly in their relationship. She should give her the same patients when it came to her past. But this was Waverly's biggest flaw. She needed to know everything. She needed to know the story behind everyone. What made them who they were. What they went through. What they overcame. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the words neatly written on the page in her hand.

'Nat,

Her name is Waverly, and before you ask no I haven't introduced myself yet. Ha, see what I did there? Knew that would be the first thing you'd think. I know how you think Nat. It's what us big sisters do. Like now I know you're wanting to call me a chicken shit for not introducing myself yet cuz how hard is it to say 'Hey, I'm Nicole and I'm new in town' but I don't know it just don't feel like the right time.

She works at that bar I was talking about (the one that Wyatt Earp drank at). I was driving past one night and I saw her through the window. I swear she was even more beautiful the second time. It should be against the law to be that beautiful. I wonder if I could arrest her for it. I wouldn't mind frisking her. Don't make that face. I had to listen to 'Baby' by beaver boy on repeat because of you. You can deal with me crushing on a girl I can't even say hi to.

Anyways I'm getting off topic. I didn't go stalker or run facial recognition on her. (Won't lie I thought about the second) Turns out she is the town sweetheart. Everyone in this town knows who she is and absolutely adore her. Can't blame them I've never met her and I already know she's something special. Which she would have to be to have gone through everything she went through.

The sheriff gave me the rundown of what happened to her when her sister Wynonna popped back up in town. Her father was a deputy and when she was a kid their home was attacked. Her oldest sister was taken and her dad was shot in the back. Her sister Wynonna took it hard. She got into some trouble and he said she was committed for a while. He thinks she's crazy. I don't think she's crazy. She lost her family. I can relate to that. But it left Waverly to be raised by her aunt and uncle and she just became stronger. I swear she is probably the strongest person on the planet to go through that and not lose her shit.

Okay enough about my love life...or imaginary love life. I'm sure you're bored with my ranting. I almost caught my first case today. I responded to some tip about a body in the woods. The sheriff and some fed that showed up and with one look wrote it off as a prostitute killed in an animal attack. It's total bullshit Nat. I was first on scene and it was no animal attack. It was a violent attack but the victim's head was taken clean off. What kind of animal does that? I know we didn't have many animals in the city, but I've never heard of an animal that could do what I saw.

I think there might be something going on here. I know I'm new here and small towns are different than big cities but nobody even questioned what happened. There was no investigation. And while I might not know animal attacks but this woman was no prostitute. Unless small town hookers are that much different than the ones we grew up seeing. I don't know maybe I'm seeing murder when there's just an unfortunate accident. This just don't sit right with me. Ya know?

Well other than the dead girl in the woods I'm pretty much a secretary with a gun. Most of my shift is spent sitting at the desk in front of the sheriff's office answering phone calls and doing paper work. There a lot of weird stuff in this town. Being designated paper pusher means I get to see pretty much every case that comes through the station, except the cases the fed scoops up. I have no idea why he's even here. US Marshals have no jurisdiction up here but he's commandeered one of the offices to do who knows what in. He requested to be alerted when any 'unusual' cases come through.

Ok so that's my lack of love life and how work is going. I'm officially all done moving into my apartments. Unpacked the last box this morning. It's weird I thought once I unpacked it would feel like home but it doesn't. I hate to admit it and if you tell I will be so mad at you, but I kinda miss home. I miss staying up all night listening to the traffic and talking about moving as far from the city as possible. Now I'm here doing exactly what we talked about and I just wish you were here with me.

This was supposed to be our thing. It's not the same without you. Calamity Jane is a poor substitute for you sis. All she wants to do is eat and fall asleep in my lap. I miss our talks and our adventures. I miss just getting on the L and just riding around all day with no destination. I miss sneaking up to the roof of the apartment building and looking up at the stars trying to find all the constellations. There are so many more stars here. I'm up on the roof of my building right now and I swear I've never seen so many stars. Its like looking up into a completely different sky.

Well it's pushing 2am and I'm still on day shifts so I should probably head in and hit the sack. I really wish you were here Nat. I'll make this place work. I'll get our little house on a big piece of land. Just you wait and see. I'll make our dreams come true. I promise.

Missing you,

Nicky'