Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY or the FRIENDS storylines. If I did own CSI:NY, Mac and Stella would be rightfully together. Don't deny their love!

Notes: I guess I should say what happens in Texas. It might have some of the team in it. I would like to thank lily moonlight because she has gotten me through my writer's block. Like always, enjoy.

The One With The Letter

Kelly had the ticket in her hand. She went to the lab to say good-bye to everyone. She didn't know how long it was going to take to sort through this. She had left it for ten years. Ten years of emotions to get through would take a while.

"Danny, I'll see you around. I might even go to a Rangers game while I'm down there. Keep Hawkes in line. You have my permission to cuff him if you have to. You better not miss any opportunities to make fun of Mac," she smiled. She left the break room and went into Mac's office.

"Doesn't your flight leave in three hours?" Mac asked.

"Are you that excited to see me go?" she laughed. He smiled.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, Kelly," he honestly wished her the best luck.

"Thanks, Mac," she hugged him which shocked him greatly. She sighed. "Is that new cologne, Mac?"

"You were leaving," he reminded her. She walked out laughing as he blushed. She would never miss an opportunity to make him turn red.

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She dialed the number tentatively. It was only a day before that she decided to go back to Dallas. Sure it was just a taxi, but it was one step closer to facing her past. She had a plan for what she had to do. First she would go back to her home then to the cemetery where they were buried. The cab finally arrived. She told him the address that she cursed for ten years, that accursed Mockingbird Lane address.

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"Here you go, ma'am," the driver told her. She paid him and got out. She saw a car in the drive way as the taxi drove off. She didn't know how anyone could live there after what happened. She remembered having to sell the house. She sold it to the first offer. It wasn't fair that she had to bury her family before they buried her. She should have had nieces and nephews. Her parents should have had grandchildren not that she was thinking of kids yet. It was a thought at the back of her head, but she never really wanted them. She loved her job. She decided that standing there made her look foolish. She went up and knocked on the door. Hopefully, it was the same family she sold the home to. She also hoped that they were hospitable since she hadn't called and said she was coming. The door opened.

"Can I help you?" a woman asked slowly. This was not the same person she sold the home to.

"I'm guessing you aren't Mrs. Jefferson," Kelly told her.

"I'm her sister. Who are you?"

"I sold the home to her. I grew up here. My name is De- Kelly Higgins," she almost called herself Detective Higgins, but she didn't. She wasn't a cop in Dallas.

"Hold on a minute," Kelly nodded. The sister closed the door for a moment. A couple minutes later the door opened to a woman that Kelly recognized. She sighed. Kelly sort of hoped that they wouldn't be hospitable.

"Come in," Mrs. Jefferson told her. Kelly went inside. It was the first time she had been back inside since they died. A wave of emotions hit her giving her a drowning sensation. Hot tears worked on melting her icy cold exterior.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Mrs. Jefferson's words snapped Kelly back into reality.

"Can I have a water, please, Mrs. Jefferson?" she asked knowing that she wouldn't want to be rude and refuse her hospitality. It was a very important thing in the South to have hospitality.

"Call me, Mandy, please. I will be back with your water in a minute. Make yourself at home," she left Kelly to her thoughts.

"You can't catch me," a little girl squealed. A young boy who looked like her brother came racing down the stairs to catch her. She slipped as she ran. He stopped by her and helped her up.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded smiling. "Okay because you're it now." The chase was on.

Kelly looked back at the front door. It was painted black now. When she lived in the house, it was white.

"Looking good, Kevin," she wolf-whistled at her brother as he got ready for his first date.

"Thanks. What tie should I wear?" he asked nervously. He really liked the girl he was going out with.

"Maroon. It brings out the color in your eyes," she tied the knot around his neck. "I think you're ready."

She looked at the stairs again. There were so many memories in that house.

"He's a good guy, Kevin," she assured him.

"He's not good enough for you," he answered adamantly.

"No one is ever good enough for me according to you. Sometimes you can be the worst," she sighed.

"That's why you love me"

"Here you go, Kelly," Mandy gave her a glass of water. "So what are you doing here?"

"I'm just visiting. I thought I would come back here and see what's happened"

"Where were you?" Mandy was getting close to interrogating her. Kelly wouldn't snap. It wasn't her place to argue especially since she had been so graciously taken in.

"New York City. I'm a detective there. Actually, I'm a crime scene investigator now," Kelly answered.

"Oh, I didn't expect that after what happened," Mandy was pushing her luck at getting answers. Kelly was flooded with the memories of what happened.

"You don't want to do this!" Kelly yelled at Brian as he cocked the pistol. Kevin looked so helpless, but in the midst of his vulnerability there was peace. He gave Kelly a look. She didn't have control in that situation.

"I do," Brian pulled the trigger. Kelly screamed as tears rolled down her face. She saw the lights go out of her brother's eyes. She saw him breathe his last. She didn't hear Brian come up behind her. She didn't hear him cock the gun. She felt something burning hot enter her shoulder. She blacked out.

"Thank you for having me here. I think I should go," Kelly's eyes were watering. She didn't know how she was going to face going to the cemetery. Her phone rang. She ignored it without looking at the number. She said good-bye to Mandy and called a taxi.

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Kelly sat up on her bed of the hotel. It was a mistake coming back to Dallas. She was asleep for about half the night but was awakened by another dream. She sighed. It was too early to call Mac to talk so she went running. She remembered the streets because she had lived there for her entire life. She kept her mind clear of thoughts.

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She walked on the grass up to her brother's grave. She knelt down with tears rolling down her face. She wanted him to be back. She wanted to go back in time to when they would write each other in the summer when they weren't together. They rarely ever fought. She wanted to hold him close again. She wanted to see his words on paper. She kept all of his letters in a box left unopened in New York. She knew what she needed to do. She went back to the hotel.

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She bit the pen cap as she thought about what to write. She would tell him about her life. About what was going on with her.

Kevin,

There are so many words that it is impossible to express how much I miss you. How much I need you and love you. My world is so much colder without you here. Maybe it's just New York. I think you would like my coworkers. I'm a crime scene investigator now. I met a great guy at the lab though I'm sure you would say that he's not good enough for me. You never could approve of a guy I was dating. You would tell me that he doesn't treat me right. I would tell you that you're wrong even if you almost never are. He treats me as he should. He's a doctor too. Now, he's a CSI like me. His name's Sheldon Hawkes. We've been dating for a year and a half now. You can have your victory dance because we did break up for two weeks when he accused me of cheating on him with my boss. It's rather humorous. I think that maybe he might ask me something soon. We still have so much to learn about each other. It's been a hard few months. I haven't trusted him, and he hasn't trusted me. I guess it doesn't help that I've trusted my boss more than him.

Mac Taylor, my boss, is one of the most caring men I know. He's helped me a lot this year. He's my enemy, my friend, my leader, my confidante, my mentor, and of course my boss. We spent a lot of time fighting until he just sat me down, and we talked. Actually, we went to Central Park and talked then I saved his butt when he went missing. I know that you would tell me to not hold that against him, but it's too much fun to let that slide. I think you would like Mac. I have a great respect for him. I don't know if he knows how much he is respected by everyone. I give him a hard time, but that's probably because he reminds me of you. He's an honorable man. He has a lot of integrity. He is a great role model. I think that I trust him more than anyone else. I just won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that or anyone else for that matter.

I think the person most like Jonathon is Danny Messer. He's my best guy friend behind Hawkes. He's funny and smart, but I would never ever date him. He is a player. Right now he is dating someone else in the lab. Her name is Lindsay. She's a great person, but she has been hurt by Danny. He cheated on her but finally apologized. I'm happy they are dating again. I think they have finally found what they are looking for. I think he's going to pop the question soon, but I'm not sure. I know how much they love each other. I hope it works out. The team was pulled apart when they fought.

I love the team. They are family now. Without them I don't know what I would do. I think you would like Stella Bonasera. She's like an older sister. You knew how much I wished I had an older sister. I probably look up to her more since she's dating Mac. They've been dating almost two years now. You can tell how much they love each other. They remind me of Mom and Dad because of how much they care about each other. They are so happy together. It makes it easier to make jokes if the boss isn't mad at me.

Remember how I used to like to date the guys who joked around and played sports? That pretty much describes Don Flack. He's a good guy. He's like Danny in the way that he's a playboy. He's more sensitive though. I think that's why he has found himself a good gal. Her name's Jessica Angell. Yes, her last name actually is Angell. They work well together. They are both great detectives and always great to work with.

I miss you, Kevin. You would like New York City. It's cold like you like it. It snowed on Christmas. I remember how much we used to wish it would snow on Christmas, here, in Dallas. I miss writing you when I was at college. You should have come to K-State with me. I know that you had the scholarship to Texas A&M, but I wish we would have been able to spend those years together.

I miss you as always,

Kelly

She folded the letter and went back to the cemetery. Kelly once again knelt down by the grave and placed her letter in front of the tomb stone. She got up and left without another glance back. It was too painful. There were tearstains on that letter. She decided then that she wasn't going home when she went to Dallas. She didn't know why she fought it, but New York City was her home. She dialed a familiar number.

"Hello"

"I'm coming home"

After Notes: I hope you liked that one. It's not a funny one. It wasn't meant to be a funny one. I still have to have her tell Hawkes what happened ten years ago. I will. Please review! I would like to thank my reviewers: luf100, EverythingIsConnected, lily moonlight, Bonasera, GregRox, and CSIMiami17! They rock my world! Hope you had a great day! :D