Chapter X: The Story

"All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything

When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true…I was made for you"

" You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed

They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am

And they don't know what I've been through like you do

And I was made for you"

"Oh yeah, it's true, I was made for you"

Eveleen's POV

Gideon drove me to Mary Washington Hospital in record time. I was hardly conscious, so high my fever was but from the corner of my eyes I noticed that Gideon wasn't going to give up, wasn't going to let me die. "Just little further honey, we're almost there," he assured me. And it was all due to him that I survived. He promised to take a word to Mrs. Strindberg's that they'd take care of my cats.

"You didn't tell me that there's two Mrs. Strindberg's, Eveleen. Imagine how I got surprised when the other one came to open the door and I didn't recognize her," Gideon was telling me on my second hospital night.

"I'm sorry but I thought that Lydia wouldn't be home yet," I said and laughed. Gideon's face became serious. "Do that again, please," he suddenly said. "Do what again?" I asked. "Laugh again. It's so good to hear your laughing after long time," he said. I looked him and laughed. "Well, how did it went?" I then asked. "Well, Lydia came to open the door and I had to tell her who I was," Gideon started.

"Good evening. Who are you?" the old woman asked from Gideon. "Good evening, madam, my name is Jason Gideon and I'm from BAU," Gideon told to her. "Sylvia, kom hit. Här är någon polisman och jag tänker att han vill tala med dig. ( Sylvia, here is one police and I think he want's to talk with you)," that woman yelled to other room. "Ja ja, jag kommer (Yes yes, I'm coming)," came a voice from the other room and soon came other woman to the door. "Good evening, madam, my name is Jason Gideon and I'm an agent from BAU. I came to ask if you would take care of Miss Hollier's cats while she is in the hospital," Gideon asked from Sylvia. "Oh, so you're that nice young man who has taken our Evie's heart. What's the matter with little Evie? Is she alright?" she asked from Gideon. "Eveleen is in the hospital because she got pneumonia and she has to be there for two weeks. She said she's pay to you when she can return," Gideon was explaining to the woman when he was interrupted by Lydia, "You love her, don't you? Don't worry, she'll get better in no time, just wait," Lydia said smiling mysteriously. "She didn't look too good when I took her to hospital. Doctor said they almost lost her. How do you know she'll be better in no time?" Gideon asked. Now both of the women were smiling. Then Lydia returned to the apartment and Sylvia nodded her head. "Just trust us. If we'd be living in 17th century, we'd be a prey of the witch-hunts," the old woman said and promised to take care of their Evie's cats. "And we won't take her money, tell her that. Just as long as you promise to take care of her better," Sylvia continued and wishing Gideon a good evening, she closed the door.

"But what exactly she meant when she said that if we'd be living in 17th century and all that?" Gideon asked me puzzled. "Well, they're Swedish and in the 17th century, there was massive witch-hunts in Sweden," I explained. Gideon frowned. "So what you are trying to say is that …," he started and I nodded. "Yes, they are witches. Both of them," I said.

Week later Gideon was at my room again when nurse came to inform me that I could take a small walk at the yard. "That's great news," Gideon said smiling. "It's more than great. It's almost like a small miracle when thinking how bad condition she was when you brought her," the nurse said and continued to me ," But remember, only half an hour. We want to be sure that you really are doing well before anything else," and with that she left. Gideon was looking thoughtful. "A penny from your thoughts," I said to him. He turned his face to me and said, "What did she mean by saying it's almost miracle?"

"I'll tell you but you have to come with me," I said and Gideon helped me up from my bed. We walked to the yard and sat to one of the benches. "So, how about telling me now," Gideon reminded me. "I have only two words for explanation. Lydia and Sylvia," I said smiling to Gideon's expression. "You honestly believe that those little old ladies have something to do with your fast recovery?" he asked me. "You heard what they said when you visited them," I said.

Two days before doctors let me go back home Gideon finally insisted me to tell about my mother. The day was rainy and I was bit melancholic. I sat at the windowsill and stared the rain. "My mothers name was Allison. Allison Hollier," I started and after I said her whole name, Gideon startled. "I know or more like knew her," he said. "Allison and Brylea Hollier. You dated my mother. On the night she disappeared, you brought her home from prom parties. She was prom queen," and then I fell silent. "I remember the day after her disappearance but why did she left?" and now it was Gideon's turn to fell silent. I turned now my head to his direction and continued, "She was pregnant. Carrying me. My aunt, Brylea, helped her to escape. The thing was that she was dating another boy also and she didn't knew who the father was. And my grandmother and grandfather were very strict people. They would've forced my mother to abortion but she wanted to keep me, so she escaped. She lived only three weeks after my birth. But my foster parents told me she died in an accident. She had left me home when she went to jogging. I was with my foster mother. My mother was just crossing a street near where we lived when suddenly a car ran over her and she died immediately. Carol, my foster mom, heard it from her husband, Billie, who was police. He arrived first at the scene and recognized Allison. So, Carol and Billie Reddon adopted me. They told everything about my mother to me and now I've told everything about her to you," I ended. Gideon was quiet for a while and then he asked, "Did she ever found out who the father was?" and to that I shook my head and whispered, "No,"

He stood up from the chair where he was sitting and walked to the door like he was about to leave. "Gideon, she never found out. But I know now. In her letter to me, she asked me to solve who the father was and day before you brought me here, at your cabin, I took some hair from your hairbrush and asked if they could solve the DNA between those hairs and my sample. The results of the preliminary test showed," in this point Gideon came back to the chair and sat. I continued," Tests showed that you are not my father," and to this Gideon sighed with relief. "But they said that you have to go and give your blood so that they can solve it better but everyone assured me that it's only to make it sure. You're not my father,"

I didn't quite hear what Gideon said but it sounded like, "Thank heavens," and then he left.

The next day Gideon came to take me to home and he was happy. First thing he did was kissing me. I could guess what had happened. "I guess the final results has arrived," I said and he nodded affirming what I had said yesterday.

A/N I'm not a doctor so I don't really know how long it takes to solve DNA. So if I'm wrong in the time, I'm sorry about it and begging that you don't kill me.

A/N2 The song is called The Story and singer is Brandi Carlile