Alright chapter twenty one, I would love to hear what you think about the chapter and I think I've finally decided on an ending but don't worry it's not for another nine or ten chapters. So please read, enjoy and review, this chapter is in Lisbon's POV and as usual I own nothing.
"What did he mean by privatized sector?" I turned to Charlie, "And how am going to California tomorrow I have to work all week?"
"To answer your second question first he went and talked to your boss so you actually have the next ten days off." Charlie stated finishing her dinner.
"And the privatized sector?" I wondered.
"He got a job working as a consultant." She smiled, she was keeping something from me.
"Where will he be consulting?" I asked.
"The Chicago Bureau of Investigation." She grinned.
"Minelli hired a psychic consultant!" I almost spit into my wine.
"Not psychic just consultant." Charlie corrected, "He made that very clear to your boss."
"And Minelli hired him?" I repeated.
"Well he helped your team close three cases this week." She reminded, "I guess that was a good enough reason to hire him."
"He gave up his act." I smiled leaning back on the couch. "He proposed." I'm engaged!
"Which means I'm practically your daughter!" Charlie cheered, putting her empty plate on my coffee table, changing the station to some comedy that I had never seen and then cuddling up next to me. "Your going to adopt me right Teresa." The girl looked at me.
"Of course." I reassured her.
"And your not going to disappear like my mom did are you?" She worried, in the time that I had spent with her I had never seen her scared, but she was scared now. It was the same look my brothers wore when my dad went out each night, fear that he wasn't coming back.
"I'm not going anywhere." I promised, "So your dad is really going to be working with me?"
"No, he's going to be working for you." She giggled, and then the phone rang.
"OH MY GOD!" It was Van Pelt. "I just saw it on TV, you're engaged!" She was screaming, which caused Charlie to start laughing.
"Grace, calm down." I attempted.
"You're getting married!" She cheered.
"You knew he was planning this didn't you." I questioned thinking back to how adamant she was that I got out of work at five-thirty.
"No." She denied, "Well I knew he was planning something but he didn't tell me what."
"Well thank you for getting me home in time." I acknowledged.
"Not a problem, and have fun on your vacation, it's much deserved." She replied, "And you don't happen to know what he meant by privatized sector do you? Because if he's doing private readings I know plenty of people who would be more that willing to go."
"No Grace he's not doing private readings." I laughed, "I have to go."
"Right you have an eight am flight tomorrow." She answered, "Congratulations, see you when you get back."
"I like Grace." Charlie smiled as I put my arm around her. "Easy mark, but very sweet."
"I don't want to hear you talking about anybody being a mark." I warned, "Especially not a cop." I smirked.
"Your not my mom yet." She laughed.
"What did she mean about eight o clock flight?" I reached over Charlie for the plane tickets. "You two are crazy do you know how early we have to get up in the morning?" I announced looking at the plane ticket, "And I have to pack!"
"I'll help, but first there are some brownies in the kitchen for desert." Charlie announced hopping up and getting our empty plates and glasses.
It really had been just like the first night I watched Charlie, we ate dinner while watching her father work from a distance. Only now everything seemed so much…not necessarily better but different so right.