Thanks for all your reviews. This is the chapter where Jazz goes home and tells the guys what she learned. Plays dramatic music
The plane ride home was silent. I was sitting on the FBI plane headed home to Virginia. Bobby was asleep next me and Angel, Sofi and Jerry were driving my car back to my place then catching a flight home. Bobby was gonna stay with while my knee healed. I didn't know when I was gonna tell him what my father said about him possibly being my real brother. Reid suggested I waited till I was better to worry about that.
I took out my laptop and goggled 'Bruce Wayne'. For some reason I just felt like I had to see him, even if it was just a photo. I did the same for 'Batman.' I found a great picture of Bruce, wearing a suit that brought out his dark eyes. Giving a small smile and wave.
The picture of Batman however, was not as great. It was a blurry picture of him leaving what looked fire. His cape flowed from behind him as he sailed through the air. As the plane landed, I saved the pictures. Rossi handed me my crutches and I limped off the plane and to Reid's car. Bobby was by my side the whole time, doing his protective hovering technique.
Reid drove his car with Bobby in the front and me in the back to my house. I smiled as we pulled into my driveway. My single story house was the color of sand, a sort of light brown with a hint of yellow. Bobby helped my out of the back as he went to the trunk to get my bags and Reid helped up to my front door. The second I open my door, I'm greeted by dark brown with black spots Great Dane, Scooby.
"Oh, how's my baby? I missed you" I say, scratching him behind the ears and hugging his giant neck. He greets me sloppy kisses to my face and walks by my side to the couch. I sit down and prop my left leg on a nearby table. Scooby, sensing that I feel like crap, put his head in my lap and lets me stroke it.
I'm on the couch with Jerry and Bobby while Angel and Sofi get dinner. Bobby had my injured knee in his lap and Jerry sits on my other side, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. I must have fallen asleep because I'm back in Detroit, Jack and I hear a knock at the door and I get off the couch to answer it, my brother right behind me.
"Your mother was a whore!" a guy in a hooded sweat shirt giving us the finger walks away.
"Hey man fuck you! I will kick your …" a snowball hits me right in the face. Jack and I run after the guy, picking up snow, balling it up and get ready to fire, when the guy turns, wearing a hockey mask. The last thing on my mind, before he fires, is how on one Halloween, I was able to convince the guys to let me watch the original 'Friday the 13th' movies with them. My face was Jack's shoulder the whole time.
I grabbed my right shoulder with my left hand and watched as my executioner stood over me. Next thing I know I hear a shotgun go off and see him fall dead. Jack grabs me and we run toward the house. We fall into the snow, screaming for Bobby as we feel bullets ripe through our torsos. The gun fight goes on forever till we see our brothers standing over us. Bobby has Jack's face in his hands and Jerry has mine
"Come on Jasmine, you have to breath, baby!" Jerry begins to cry.
"Come on you Fairy" I hear Bobby plead to Jack. I reach across the blood stained snow for Jack's hand and with what strength I have grasp it. I feel him give one last squeeze before slipping away.
"Baby Girl, don't you leave us too! You hear me!" Bobby begins to cry harder grabbing my collar bone and pulls me to shoulders, crying very hard.
I wake up just before 'I die.' I shoot straight up and then groan, forgetting about my knee. All my brothers come running into my room and Bobby wraps me in his arms as the tears pour out.
"We got you, baby. We got you." Angel says rubbing my arms, with Jerry holding me from behind.
"Must have been some nightmare. We heard from the living room. What was it?" Bobby asks rocking me back and forth.
"The day Jack was killed, only this time I was there and I was shot too. I held his hand just before he died" I cry even harder, as all my brothers hold me. I feel Bobby's tears on my head, Jerry's on the back of my neck and Angels on my shoulder. For the first time in almost six months we mourn our brother's death together.
"There's something I need to tell you guys" I tell everyone at the breakfast table the next morning. I only have a few hours till Angel, Sofi, and Jerry head back home and I know I'd rather tell them in person then hear it on the phone.
"What is it chica?"
"The unsub, Charlie Marshal, is my biological father. He murdered those women, hoping it would lure me to Gotham City. He's been watching me and you guys since I was placed in the system. He also told me that I have a biological brother". I look at my family through teary eyes. All were trying to process what I had just told them.
"Did he tell you where your real brother is?"
"Its either Jack or you, Bobby."
Bobby looks at me in shock. I watch as he gets out of his chair and leaves the house. Angel and Jerry run after him, leaving me with Sofi.
"You ok?" she asks me
"I don't know. Everything is just so fucked up. What started out as a job has turned into a nightmare. Beginning to wish I had never gone to that city. Then I wouldn't have learned about my real father, wouldn't be laid up in this cast for weeks, and my big brother wouldn't be pissed."
"Don't worry about that thick headed brother of yours. You know he loves you no matter what. He's just worried about everything you just told him. Not everyday a brother learns that his baby sister was taken by her real father or that he had a real sibling with him all these years."
Sofi was helping me with my laundry as I fingered the card with Bruce's number on it. I was debating whether or not to call him, when my brothers stepped through my front door. I quickly put the card on my back pocket and watch as Angel drags Bobby toward the couch where I'm sitting, with my knee propped up on the coffee table.
"All right Bobby, now you talk to your baby sister and we're gonna head home. And when we call you guys, you better have worked out your problems." And with that Angel, Sofi and Jerry let me and Bobby there sitting on the couch with my dogs head on my good knee.
"So, what kind of test do I need to take to prove we're related?"
"We have blood drawn or saliva swab will work. I can call one of the forensic guys for us and they can run the test. Should take about a week."
"Ok. Let's make the call. But know no matter what that test says, you'll always be my baby sister."
"I love you Bobby."
"I love you too, Baby Girl"
After I call Dan, the head lab guy at work I fingered the card again. Bobby was out getting groceries and now was probably the best time to call him. I dial the number and listen to it ring before I hear it go to voice mail.
"Hi, Mr. Wayne, Bruce. This Agent Mercer, un… call me back when you get the chance. Bye"
A knock at my door woke me up from the first dreamless sleep I've had in months. I hobbled around Scooby on one crutch to the front door. Passing the living room, Bobby is sleep on the couch.
"Man could sleep through a truck driving through a nuclear testing plant"
I open the door and find Reid there.
"Reid, what's wrong? Did something happen to the team? Is it your mom?" I ask worried.
"No. I needed someone to talk to."
"About what?" I step aside and let him in
"You're one of few people I know who what's it like to be a hostage" We move to the kitchen and sit at the table. "How's your knee?"
"Ok, I guess, somewhat able to move around on one crutch. Do you want some coffee or water?"
"No I'm fine. What was it like, for you?"
"He knocked me out with Chloroform. Tied me to a chair. The guys must have called for our nightly chats and he taughted them, saying I was "tied up." I heard Angel yell at him and before I could cry for help, he shut the phone and said how I looked just like him, how pretty I was. He showed me this scrapbook, full of pictures of me as little girl, one with him and my real mom, others were of the abusive foster families I had. He had this look of hate as he turned to the ones of my brothers, mom, and me. He had photos of the night I was almost raped and the day that Jackie was killed." I have to pause as I think about him just standing there, shooting his camera as my brothers held their baby brother in their arms as he died. Reid reached across the table and held my hand. He was one of few who knew what my other foster families did to me and was always a good friend. "Just before he hit and shot me, he told me he was my real father and that either Bobby or Jack was my real brother."
"Who do you think it is?"
"That's it. I was so close to Jack, it was scary and we did look a little alike, but Bobby knows when I need him, like after a nightmare, he's the first to run into my room or call me plus we look alike too. I called the forensic office and we have an appointment in the morning."