Chapter 12 By aguscha333

"Would you like to come to my house after work and continue this investigation?".

"I appreciate all that you are doing for me but don't you want to have some time for yourself? relax a little? I don't want you to give up living your life because of me". He said concerned that she was getting too invested in this when it was his problem to solve.

"It's ok, I don't have any plans for tonight but if it makes you feel any better we can watch the hawks game before we start the research".

"It sounds good".

"Besides you said that you were safer at my house than at yours so if I can do something to prevent another death I will. And the sooner we solve this the better. Your heard Voight, he wants you out of the Unit asap".


"Who is it?". She asked when she heard the door.

"It's me Jay". She went to the door and greeted him.

"Hi".

"Hi, brought a six pack of beer as a thank you".

"That's the kind of thank you that I like. Come on in, Hawks game is about to start".

"Great, thanks for inviting me. To tell you the truth is a bit painful to be at my apartment. For the past year and a half my brother had been living with me and the place is full of memories of the both of us. Being alone now there is not the easiest thing to do".

"I know that feeling and I'm here for you. I'm glad to be of help. I know that I said that I don't trust you and I still think the same way but that doesn't mean that you should be going through this alone. Take it form someone that has tried to deal with grief on her own, that is a rabbit hole that you don't want to fall into".

"Thanks it's very kind of you after all I've done I just feel like it's all my fault, I keep replaying in my head all the facts of what I could have done instead so my brother would still be alive, I just didn't have the courage to do those horrible things".

"The way I see it you were courageous enough to refuse to do them even though the life of your brother was on the line".

"Maybe you are right but I can't stop thinking about my brother and how would he feel about me not doing everything in my power to save him".

"Well if it meant harming innocent people in the process I don' t know how good your brother would be feeling either, plus it didn't guarantee that your brother was gonna be fine even if you provided the information".

"Yeah it's just hard".

"Well how about we actually watch the game, it'll take your mind off of things". They both chuckled.

"Wouldn't miss it".

"Pizza for dinner?".

"Pizza sounds good"


"Wow this pizza is amazing! It reminds me of my mom's pizza".

"She is a good cook then cause this pizza is really good".

"Was".

"Was what?" .

"She was a good cook, she died a few years ago, cancer".

"Oh Jay I'm so sorry".

"It's ok".

"I went through something similar with Camile, but of course you knew that cause it would make you a very bad detective otherwise".

"Yeah I knew, I'm sorry that you lost someone you loved too".

"Yeah Camile was really like a mother to me".

"What about your birth mom? if you don't mind me asking" .

"Oh please, like you haven't read my file too and investigated me you probably know more than I do" .

"I do know some things but not much, all I know are facts, and facts do not make who we are, it's the stories behind those facts that do".

"How cheesy". "Don't avoid my question miss". "Well as the facts must imply, I didn't have a very happy childhood so I don't like to talk about it". He noted the instant change on her mood.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just that you seem like a really nice person and that makes me want to get to know you better".

"That or you are trying to get information on me". Now it was Jay who was upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that".

"No, I guess I deserve it after all the lies I told you. But I would really like to know more about you, that is if you'll let me".

"Well I'll tell you a story of mine but only if you tell me a story of yours first".

"Deal". He said and Erin looked at him with expectant eyes. "Oh you mean now? Don't you wanna finish watching the game first?".

"Yeah, it's not like we've been paying attention anyways".

"There you have a point. Ok, I think you are gonna like this one. So as a kid I used to go with my family to my grandfather's cabin in the wood in Wisconsin and me and my brother used to spend most of our time playing out side, Will's favorite activity was canoe race at the lake. I remember this time when I was eleven or so, we went there for a week and the first six days it rained like crazy so we had to stay inside and we couldn't do most of our favorite things so on the seventh day when we woke up and saw that it was sunny we got out of the cabin and ran so fast to the lake that we didn't notice the giant poodle of mud that had formed and it was very slippery so we both slipped and I swear it was like we had been completely submerged in the thing. We were covered from head to toe. We tried to secretly go back inside and shower before anyone noticed the mess we just had made of ourselves. And for a moment we believed we had gotten away with but we hadn't realized all the evidence we had left behind, there was mud all over the cabin my mom was furious we were hellions".

"Well that cabin seems full of happy stories".

"It really is, is my special place in the world. I love going there to think. Now that my grandfather is gone and my mother too, me and my brother were the ones taking care of it, I guess now it is just me".

"What about your dad if you don't mind me asking".

"He and I don't get along, we used to but after my mother got sick he wasn't really there for her and he wasn't very supportive of me joining the army either so we don't talk anymore".

"If it makes you feel any better at least he is not in Guantanamo".

"Your dad is in Guantanamo? Well that is something I did not know".

"Hmm guess you are not that good of a detective after all". She said jokingly trying to lighten the mood. "I don't know much about him either so don't feel sorry for not knowing that".

" Well I told you a story of mine, now is your turn".

"I told you that my dad is in prison boy scout, that should count".

"That is a fact not a story Voight girl".

"Well one of my first happy memories is at Voight's house, the first time that Camile helped me bride my hair. No one had ever done that for me before and she was so kind. I never thought that mothers could be like that. There I felt like I had a real family for the first time or at least a family that I liken and they liked me back". She got a bit sentimental. "Anyways", she said with teary eyes. "we should get started with that investigation".