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Chapter 2: Duquesne?
Chris let out a satisfied sigh as she opened her locker. Her first day at her new job had been awesome. She'd met a lot of people, gotten to analyze tons of samples and, best of all: she'd helped put a dangerous criminal behind bars. She'd never gotten that much satisfaction in only one day at her previous job, and it really proved what a good idea this change would be.
However right now, it was the end of the day, and quite frankly, she hadn't felt this tired since forever. She grabbed her purse from her still empty locker and closed it shut again. She started making her way towards the door, fishing through her purse as she looked for her keys. "Freaking bag…" she mumbled under her breath, asking herself for the thousandth time why she always had to get the largest purses she could find. She stopped and cursed, wondering if it would look strange if she flipped it over and emptied its content all over the floor. 'Not sure if looking like a nutcase would help you make friends here.' she reminded herself. She decided against it and shook the damned thing roughly, not noticing someone had joined her in the room until she heard his low chuckle.
"I wouldn't want to be that bag. What did it do to you?"
She looked up, her pout turning into a smile as she realized who it was. Ryan was leaning against the row of lockers, arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted as he watched her. "It ate my keys." She told him, her lips turning into a pout.
Ryan snorted. "Women and their purse…"
"Do you want to try and find them?" she held it out to him, eyebrows raised in defiance.
He laughed and lifted his hands up, shaking his head. "There's no way I'll ever look through a woman's purse."
She grinned and dove her hand back inside her purse. "Ah AH!" she held the keys up in triumph, smiling proudly. "Found them!"
Ryan laughed. "Are you going home?"
Chris sighed and pulled her purse over her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm exhausted." Her grin widened. "But it's all good! I had a great time today."
"Glad you did." He straightened himself and pointed at the door behind him. "Wait for me?"
"Sure!" She watched him as he quickly opened his locker, gathered his personal belongings and closed it shut again. They walked out of the room and made their way towards the exit.
Just as they were walking out of the building, Ryan pointed at two people who were walking towards them. "There's the last two CSI's you haven't had the chance to meet yet!" he told her as he held the main door opened for her. He led her down the stairs and waved towards them.
"Hi guys! I thought your day was over!" he said as they got closer and stopped next to them.
The short blonde grinned and nodded her head. "Oh it is. We're just back to get our stuff and then we're leaving." She turned her gaze to Chris and lifted her eyebrows, curious. "Hi!"
Ryan seemed to wake up. "Right! Guys, this is Chris Crawford, our new DNA technician." He turned towards her. "This is Jesse Cardoza."
Chris gave the tall man one of her friendliest smiles and shook his hand. He seemed nice enough and was pretty good looking. He smiled at her, showing her a set of dimples that almost made her roll her eyes. "Hi! Welcome to the lab, Chris."
She thanked him and turned her attention to the other woman, waiting for Ryan to finish the introduction.
"… And this is Calleigh Duquesne."
Chris' smile froze on her face, her eyes locking on the woman's face. 'Duquesne?!?!!' Her mind shouted. She willed herself to shake the other woman's hand, trying her best to stay cool. "Nice to meet you!" she told her in a slightly weak voice.
"It's nice meeting you too! How was your first day at the lab?" Calleigh asked excitedly, her green eyes never leaving her brown ones.
The younger blonde nodded her head quickly and averted her eyes. "It was good!" She turned and pointed towards the parking lot. "I'm sorry, I have to go." She gave them one last nervous smile and started walking away from them at a face pace.
"Have a nice evening!" Ryan called after her, frowning as she kept walking as if she hadn't heard him.
Jesse snorted and gave them a look. "Wow, that was… odd."
Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe she has an appointment or something... She's very friendly, you'll see." He told them, wondering what had made her mood change.
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Chris let out a long relieved breath as she shut the door behind her. She leaned back against it and dropped her purse on the ground, next to her pile of discarded shoes.
The moment she'd gotten into her car, she'd driven like a robot, automatically following the streets leading to her apartment. She'd forced herself not to think about anything, knowing she would probably have caused an accident.
But now that she was in the safe haven of her apartment, she could finally let her thoughts go free.
She'd finally gotten the job of her dreams. She'd met her awesome boss and equally great team. And in all the places she could have found this dream job, she had to find a Duquesne.
And now, she would have to see Calleigh Duquesne almost every day.
Chris sighed and turned her head to the side, her eyes catching the mirror she had hung next to the door. She pushed herself away from the door and moved to stand in front of the glass. She looked at herself and frowned, analyzing her reflection. She had no idea why Ryan and Max had gone crazy about her looking like her. She didn't look one bit like her. Yes, she was about as short as her and her hair was blonde, but that was where the similarities stopped.
She frowned and glanced at the picture she'd hung beside the mirror. It was a large picture of her family which had been taken a few months ago. Her mom and dad were sitting on a bench, smiling at the camera. She stood behind them, between her brothers Felix and Aaron. Her other brother Bradley and her little sister Lacey were sitting on the ground at their parent's feet. They might have looked like the perfect American family from afar, but they definitely weren't.
Her mom had been raising her all by herself when she'd met Ricky Cortez. Ricky was a single father, whose wife had died shortly after giving birth to their son six years before. She was two when her mom started seeing Ricky. Her mom had soon gotten married and Ricky had become her father and Felix, her big brother. Soon, they'd enlarged their new family with two other children: Aaron, who was born a year later, and Bradley, three years after that.
Chris' lips curved into a soft smile as she looked at her little sister's face. Her parents would've never thought that they would have a fifth child, and that, almost fourteen years later. Lacey may have been a total surprise, but her brothers and her absolutely adored her. She was the sweetest/most annoying seven-year-old in the universe.
Her eyes traveled over their faces, her smile wavering as she noticed how her long blonde hair and fair skin clashed against her siblings' black hair and darker complexion. Even her mom looked very different, with her curly brown hair and her naturally tanned skin. The only thing she'd gotten from her mom were her warm chocolate brown eyes.
Everything else had come from a man she'd never even met.
She sighed and glanced at the mirror again. Ryan and Maxine were right; she did look a lot like her. Her hair was a little darker and the height was pretty much the same, but the similarities clearly didn't stop there. She just couldn't ignore the resemblance between Calleigh Duquesne and her.
She sighed. "My life is a fucking daytime drama." She muttered, pouting miserably at herself.
She tore her eyes away from her reflection and tied her long blond hair in a high ponytail. She slowly made her way through her apartment, unbuttoning her white shirt as she went. She threw it on one of the chairs in the living room and kept walking towards her bedroom, needing to slip into something more comfortable. 'Maybe I should call mom…' she thought. She grimaced and shook her head. 'NOT a good idea.' She took her black pants off and threw them on the ground at the end of her bed, which were quickly followed by her socks. She then walked over to her dresser and took out her favorite pair of grey sweats, along with a plain white tank top.
She left everything on the carpet and patted barefoot to her kitchen. She was hungry, but didn't feel like cooking. She grabbed a spoon and the strawberry ice cream from the freezer and walked back into the living room. She let out a long sigh as she crashed on the couch.
If only she could just stop thinking. She just couldn't.
Not when she'd just met Kenwall Duquesne's daughter.
She frowned, dug her spoon into the ice cream and brought it to her mouth. She'd decided a long time ago she wanted nothing to do with any Duquesne.
She was fourteen when she had started questioning her mom about her biological father. She'd never really given it any importance before then, since she already had an incredible dad. But she wasn't stupid. She'd always known he wasn't her real father. She'd simply always thought that, if her mom hadn't thought him important enough to include him in her life, he wasn't worth knowing at all.
Her mom hadn't tried hiding the truth from her. She'd told her father was a man she'd seen just a few times. Her mom had been the 'other woman'. Kenwall was a married man and even had kids of his own. Her mom was only 22 when she'd started seeing him. He'd disappeared before she even found out she was pregnant. Even after that, she didn't even try contacting him. She knew she'd be better off without him in their lives.
That's all Chris had needed to hear.
The odds of meeting another Duquesne, his daughter, were extremely slim. And there was no way Calleigh would know about her.
Chris sighed again and stabbed the ice cream repeatedly with her spoon. Sure, Calleigh seemed nice and all. She was probably a great person to work with. 'Maybe I should quit my job…' she thought, but quickly shook her head.
No. She'd wanted this job for way too long and had worked way too hard to quit now.
She'd have to ignore the fact that she was working with her sister.
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