Ch 9
A/N: OK guys I know please don't kill me, it's another short chapter, but this is what happens when you can't sleep and it's been rolling around in your head for a few days. Warning it's pretty intense.
A little while later they managed to make their way through traffic and to their destination. Knocking on the door of a light grey home they were greeted by a woman in here late thirties. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the same as Pete's. Kat was the first to speak, "Hi, Mrs. Sigurd I'm Kat O'Riley and this is Eli Loker, from the Lightman Group. I called earlier. We think we have some information about your son."
Excitement flitted over her features, but she was obviously fighting to contain it, as she smiled, "Oh yes, please, come in."
Kat and Eli stepped past her into the living room. Motioning for them to take a seat they did as requested, "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"No thank you." Kat replied taking a seat next to Eli on the couch.
"Can I just get a glass of water?" Eli asked with a smile.
"Coming right up." She said disappearing into the kitchen and coming back a minute later with three glasses of water. "Just in case you change your mind later." She winked at Kat setting down the glasses. "So you said you had information about my son?" she asked taking a sip from her glass. Kat watched as her hand shook slightly, giving away the nervousness she felt underneath her calm exterior.
"That's correct Mrs. Sigurd, but before that could we hear a little about how you lost your son?" Eli asked, picking up his glass.
"Please call me Donna," she smiled. "That's actually quite a long story. I'll start from the very beginning. My husband, pardon the cliché, was the love of my life. He was the only man for me. Don't get me wrong, he didn't start out that way, oh no. We met in college, at a party. At the time, he was something of a player, albeit badly. After being shot down by me time after time we became friends. Then after a while we became more. On graduation day he proposed. I still tear up just thinking about it.
Pausing she took another sip. "It was almost two years to the day when I found out I was pregnant. I have never seen a happier father to be in my entire life. I truly think he was happier than I was, but then again he wasn't carrying the baby," she laughed. "The day Andrew finally came into the world I thought Brian was going to burst from excitement. He was truly the best father you have ever seen. I know everyone says that, but everyone is. 'Prince Andrew the Great' he called him. I simply called him Drew my boy, my precious baby boy Drew.
"When Drew was about six month old we started noticing he didn't do things quite like the other babies. I said something to the doctors at his check up. They said they would keep an eye on him but couldn't do much at the time. So at the one year mark I said something again. They ran some tests, again they couldn't say much for sure. They had to wait until he was older but they thought he had Down's syndrome.
"When he was almost two Brian decided to take me out for our anniversary. He called a babysitter and took me out to dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant and to an actual stage show. He knew how much I loved the theatre and we hadn't been to a show since before Drew had been born. Well when we got home it was to the surprise of our lives. Our house was empty. There was no babysitter, no Drew, no electronics, no furniture, no appliances, and no signs of anything. I immediately called 911 but by that time it was too late, they couldn't do anything. All we could do was wait and hope.
"Two long years went by and suddenly one day out of the blue we got a call. A man called my husband saying we had exactly one hour to be at the Lincoln Memorial if we ever wanted to see Drew alive again. We didn't even stop to think. We jumped into the car and got onto the George Washington. There were two cars that were racing but Brian wasn't paying too much attention to them. The first car zipped around us no problem, but here wasn't enough room for the other. It hit our front bumper with enough force it slammed us into the center divider. We ricochet off and slammed into another car with Brian taking the full force of the hit." She took another sip, tears filling her eyes, her voice thickening, "he was dead on impact." She paused swallowing hard. "I haven't heard anything about Drew since."
Wiping a tear from her own eye Kat pulled a picture from her pocket, "Donna, I know he's grown a bit since you've last seen him, but is this Drew?"
