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A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. It's my way to honor and remember the TV show and its characters. English is neither my first nor my second language so feel free to review and help me do better.

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A drastic decision would be made. Little did she know it would change the entire course of her life.

It was a particularly warm afternoon. The smell of spring was greatly welcomed. As much as she loved winter, Bo Dennis had been waiting impatiently for weather conditions like this to come by so she could comfortably go for runs on her favorite trail. The trail would start off from the municipal park and serpentine the river down to the lake. It was rather a long trail and Bo had never made it to the lake by foot before. However, what she enjoyed the most was running across the woods and listening to the sound of leaves rustling, away from the busy streets of the town. She had always been a city girl but had discovered at an early age that she benefited a lot from the relaxing sound of nature when she had to reflect on serious matters. Like that time when she had to choose what she wanted to do, debating between becoming a journalist or an archaeologist when it was time to apply to university, after she took a year off after high school, nine years ago. The latter was her final choice and until this day, she hadn't regretted her decision as it allowed her to choose which project she wanted to be part of even if most of the time, it paid so little. Sometimes, she had felt like she was doing voluntary work when seeing her paycheck after spending long days and even weeks digging dirt and graves. Nevertheless, she found her job enriching if not all the time rewarding because she had had the opportunities to travel to no less than a dozen of countries so far, from one hemisphere to another.

Bo had been living with her grandparents since her own parents passed away in a car accident when she was still a kid. Bo was so lucky to have them as they did a tremendous job at giving her the most normal life possible a kid could have. They wanted her to lead a happy and fulfilled life. They were so devoted to her and basically raised her as their own. They surrounded her with love and gave her all their attention and whatever was required for her to overcome the tragedy that struck her family. They had to stay strong for Bo while copping with their own lost. Unfortunately, one of her two guardian angels had left her as well; her grandmother Isabella passed away ten years ago, but only to leave Bo with the fondest memories of her childhood with her.

As normal as life could be, Bo attended school as any other young kid, had many friends as any teenager, and many lovers too, as an attractive young woman. Entering adulthood, Bo worked to pay off student loans, rent and groceries as any young professional. Yes, she did pay rent even if her grandfather Trick insisted on her living in the bachelor apartment located in the basement of his townhouse free of rent. He was happy to have Bo still close to him and sharing his residence with her made him feel less lonely. Bo didn't have the heart to leave him and let him live by himself either after his beloved wife left this world.

All those feelings of normalcy, hardly earned and well deserved, seemed to be far gone…once again.

Three days ago, while going through old family pictures with Trick on a quiet raining night, Bo pulled one out of the pile. On that piece of glazed sheet, her dad was seen raising a glass of wine in a restaurant, celebrating his promotion to VP of finance for the company he worked for at the time, Morpheus Capital Management Ltd. She couldn't keep the little smile from forming on her lips as she noticed how tall and handsome her dad was. Next to him sat her mom, she was eight months pregnant and just as beautiful as Bo could remember, giving him a soft and tender smile accompanied with this special gaze filled with pride. This image made Bo so happy inside; seeing her dad enjoying professional success and sharing his happiness with the love of his life. Bo was probably already tucked in bed by her grandmother while her parents celebrated with friends.

''Don't they look happy Grandpa?'' asked Bo dreamily.

''Yes, I remember him being so excited when he phoned us that day to announce the big new" replied the old man with nostalgia. But his face suddenly turned dark. He was still looking at the picture, but a blank stare displayed on his face.

Bo couldn't explain the nature of it or what could have brought her grandpa into this unusual mood. "What's wrong? You look…far away…" asked the grand-daughter concerned.

Trick realized he was indeed lost in his thoughts and something dark made him feel uncomfortable in that moment. However, he knew exactly why. Trick, the seemingly perfect husband and grandfather, had been keeping a big secret from Bo and his wife all those years.

"Grandpa, you don't look ok…and I feel it has something to do with this picture…or with mom and dad…" Bo said in a whisper and instantly felt the old man hesitation. She could even hear his irregular breathing through the rain that had become heavier and heavier, as if it was pressuring the grandfather to say something to the young woman. As if it was listening for a while already, and remembered there was something to unearth that night, right at that moment. It was impatiently waiting to hear what followed next.

Trick knew too well he couldn't get away any longer from this instant. It was really just a matter of time before he'd cracked from guilt for not telling her what he knew. That night, he had to tell her and get it off his chest and over with, so he hoped. Oh boy was he wrong. "Bo, there is something I had been keeping for myself for the last twenty years" he said under Bo's inquisitor gaze. The brief but, needless to say, heavy silent that followed aggressively invited Trick to carry on with his revelation. "Your parents, when they died, it wasn't…" he paused, carefully choosing his words "I believe it wasn't an accident; someone wanted your father dead".

Bo's body and mind went numb in a matter of seconds. It struck her like lightning. Every other single word that followed just resonated in her head. She struggled to process this new and shocking information. There was suddenly a lack of oxygen in the room. Both of them felt it.

Later on that night, Bo couldn't go to bed, didn't want to go to bed. Sitting on the desk chair in the dark room, she stared blankly out through the window. The storm was hammering outside against it. When the thunderstorm woke her from the trance she got lost in and brought her back to reality, it was at that moment that she realized her life would never be the same again.

It were three days already that the woman had been hiding from everyone. She hadn't answered her phone, hadn't read her messages. Bo wanted to be left alone. She needed to be left alone. In her isolation, she couldn't stop thinking of her parents, of the circumstances of their death. What actually happened? It was an unfortunate and sad accident they said. Nothing suspicious was found on the scene. The cause of the accident: faulty breaks. It turned out it may not had been an accident at all. But how would she ever know this?

This run felt like a necessity and she ran like a mad wind. She hadn't slept much and hadn't eaten much either lately, but she was driven by a profound anger and needed to get it out. She had been running for over 45 minutes when she finally stopped for a rest and catch some breath. As she overlooked the vast lake before her, a disturbing thought crossed her mind like a flash. It took her by surprise. It made her frowned. Her eyes moved onto the horizon, as if they were searching for something; a sign, a meaning, an answer. She then stared down to her feet as she reconsidered that thought. Was she really considering this? A long moment of dreadful reflection had passed. When she laid her eyes back onto the horizon, a strange feeling of excitement took over her. That thought rapidly became a need, an urge. Bo Dennis just took the most important and meaningful decision of her life and consequently, the most dangerous one; she will take revenge on the people responsible for the death of her parents, by any means, at any cost.

She had to.