A/N: Just to reiterate: I do not know the city of New York all that well,
so
I will be making a lot of stuff up about the city that I don't know
already.
Disclaimer: I don't own Will and Grace or its characters.
Chapter Six Another Source of Proof
Will walked into Grace's office and saw that Karen and Katherine weren't there. "So they finally killed each other?" he asked jokingly.
"Not funny Will," Grace said.
"Okay, well where are then then?" Will asked.
"Karen's on her lunch brake," Grace said. "And Katherine went back to your apartment. Amber got sick and school and Jack took her back to the apartment."
"It's been a week since Kat's started to work here," Will then said. "How are things between her and Karen?"
"Not good," Grace said, putting down the book of fabrics she was looking through. "Karen speaks to me, but completely ignores Kat."
"If it could knock some sense into her head, I'd hit Karen with a brick," Will said, shaking his head.
"Oh come on Will, you'd do that for no reason," Grace said.
"Very true," Will said. "Well I stopped by to see if you want to go with me to lunch."
"Sure, how about that new deli on 103rd?" Grace asked, picking up her purse.
"Sounds great," Will said.
~~~
Karen was eating, or really drinking, lunch at an upper class bar called 'York's.'
"Afternoon ma'am," a familiar voice said, coming up to her table.
"Sit down and tell me what you've got G. R.," Karen said impatiently to
the private investigator.
"Well she was born on February 25 in England," G. R. began. "Mother gave her up for adoption."
"What was the mother's name?" Karen asked.
"I couldn't find that out," G. R. said.
"Why not?" Karen demanded angrily.
"British stick to the rules of privacy ma'am," G. R. said. "Anyway, she was adopted by the Rileys a few days after she was born."
"Is that it?" Karen asked, surprised at the lack of information.
"One more thing, she has an adopted daughter, Amber," G. R. said.
"I need you to do one more thing concerning Ms. Riley," Karen said. "I
need you to have a DNA test done on her blood and Lois Whitley's blood. Can you do that at least?"
G. R. nodded and without a word got out of the booth where Karen was sitting.
"Hi Kare," Jack said, coming up to her table a few minutes after G. R. had left.
"Hello Poodle, come and sit with me," Karen said smiling.
"You're in a good mood today," Jack said, sitting next to her. "What's
the occasion."
"Oh honey, I might be able to get rid of that Riley woman soon," Karen said.
"What?" Jack asked, pulling back. "Why would you want to do that?"
"She's been a pest for a long time now Jack," Karen said, the smile dropping off her face.
"Just because she's your sister?" Jack asked.
"She is not my sister Jack!" Karen said a little too loudly. "In fact- " She stopped and noticed that the other people in the bar were looking over at their table. "Outside Jackie, come on," she said, pushing him out of the booth.
"What's wrong with you Karen?" Jack asked as Karen literally pushed him
into her limo.
"I'm just tired with you and Grace trying to tell me that that woman is
my sister," Karen said. "Driver! Take us home and step on it!"
"If you just spent some time with her, then you-" Jack started to say.
"I've got better things to do than to spend time with her," Karen said.
"And besides, I've got a way to see if she really is my sister." She then reached over to the limo's bar and took a little bottle of vodka.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"I've got my private investigator working on getting a DNA to see if my
mother's and the Riley woman's blood match at all," Karen said, pouring the
vodka into a glass with ice in it.
"I can't believe you Karen," Jack said, shaking his head. "You can just take Kat's word for it that she's your sister?"
Karen looked over her glass at Jack, her face expressionless.
Jack leaned back in his seat and said, "So why am I going to your house?"
"I need someone to talk to," Karen said, sitting next to Jack and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can't make fun of Grace since she's always trying to get me to talk to the Riley woman."
Jack sighed and placed his arm around Karen's shoulders. He loved Karen, but sometimes she was too stubborn, and this situation with Katherine was no exception. Pushing those thoughts to the side, Jack began what would turn out a whole day of gossiping with Karen.
~~~
"Anyone home?" Will asked, stepping into his apartment that evening.
"Hi Will," Katherine said, coming out to greet him.
"I took Grace out to lunch today and she told me that Amber was sick," Will said, handing Katherine a paper bag. "I bought some chicken broth for her."
"Oh that's very kind of you Will," Katherine said. "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Will said, he went to his room while Katherine went to the kitchen and put the chicken broth in a bowl.
"Kat, Kat!" Jack said, coming into the apartment.
"Jack, Jack!" Katherine said to him, starting to walk over to her room,
bowl in her hands.
"What's that?" Jack asked, motioning to the bowl.
"Broth for Amber," Katherine said. "Come on and you can tell me what's
the news."
Jack followed her into the room, smiling. At that moment, she had sounded exactly like Karen.
"Hi Uncle Jack," Amber said, sitting up in the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Jack asked.
"Sick," Amber said.
"Here, your Uncle Will brought you some chicken broth," Katherine said,
handing her the bowl. "Now be very careful with that and try not to spill."
"I will Mummy," Amber said.
"Hi Jack," Will said, coming into the room.
"Thank you for the broth Uncle Will," Amber said.
"So what did you want to tell me Jack?" Katherine asked.
"Well I talked to Karen today," Jack began. "And she said that she's got a private investigator that's going to do a DNA test on your blood and her mother's blood."
Katherine was silent for a long moment, she got up from the side of the bed where she was sitting and walked out to the kitchen, Jack and Will following her. "Well I can't say that I'm surprised," she said quietly, getting a glass of water. "At least now she'll see that I was telling the truth."
"But maybe she'll twist the results when she tells us," Will said.
Jack and Katherine stared at him, unconvinced looks on their faces.
"Well she could," Will said. "And if she does, you need another source
to show her that your her half-sister."
"Oh my god," Katherine said suddenly. "I completely forgot! I have a letter from my biological mother that I received when my adoptive parents died."
"Where is it?" Jack asked.
"Unfortunately it's in my room in the Riley manor," Katherine said. "I
suppose I can call and have her send it to me." Thinking intently, she walked out of the kitchen and to her bedroom.
Will sighed and said, "Hopefully that letter will be enough to convince
Karen."
"And if not?" Jack ventured.
"Don't know," Will said. "But I really would hate to find out."
Disclaimer: I don't own Will and Grace or its characters.
Chapter Six Another Source of Proof
Will walked into Grace's office and saw that Karen and Katherine weren't there. "So they finally killed each other?" he asked jokingly.
"Not funny Will," Grace said.
"Okay, well where are then then?" Will asked.
"Karen's on her lunch brake," Grace said. "And Katherine went back to your apartment. Amber got sick and school and Jack took her back to the apartment."
"It's been a week since Kat's started to work here," Will then said. "How are things between her and Karen?"
"Not good," Grace said, putting down the book of fabrics she was looking through. "Karen speaks to me, but completely ignores Kat."
"If it could knock some sense into her head, I'd hit Karen with a brick," Will said, shaking his head.
"Oh come on Will, you'd do that for no reason," Grace said.
"Very true," Will said. "Well I stopped by to see if you want to go with me to lunch."
"Sure, how about that new deli on 103rd?" Grace asked, picking up her purse.
"Sounds great," Will said.
~~~
Karen was eating, or really drinking, lunch at an upper class bar called 'York's.'
"Afternoon ma'am," a familiar voice said, coming up to her table.
"Sit down and tell me what you've got G. R.," Karen said impatiently to
the private investigator.
"Well she was born on February 25 in England," G. R. began. "Mother gave her up for adoption."
"What was the mother's name?" Karen asked.
"I couldn't find that out," G. R. said.
"Why not?" Karen demanded angrily.
"British stick to the rules of privacy ma'am," G. R. said. "Anyway, she was adopted by the Rileys a few days after she was born."
"Is that it?" Karen asked, surprised at the lack of information.
"One more thing, she has an adopted daughter, Amber," G. R. said.
"I need you to do one more thing concerning Ms. Riley," Karen said. "I
need you to have a DNA test done on her blood and Lois Whitley's blood. Can you do that at least?"
G. R. nodded and without a word got out of the booth where Karen was sitting.
"Hi Kare," Jack said, coming up to her table a few minutes after G. R. had left.
"Hello Poodle, come and sit with me," Karen said smiling.
"You're in a good mood today," Jack said, sitting next to her. "What's
the occasion."
"Oh honey, I might be able to get rid of that Riley woman soon," Karen said.
"What?" Jack asked, pulling back. "Why would you want to do that?"
"She's been a pest for a long time now Jack," Karen said, the smile dropping off her face.
"Just because she's your sister?" Jack asked.
"She is not my sister Jack!" Karen said a little too loudly. "In fact- " She stopped and noticed that the other people in the bar were looking over at their table. "Outside Jackie, come on," she said, pushing him out of the booth.
"What's wrong with you Karen?" Jack asked as Karen literally pushed him
into her limo.
"I'm just tired with you and Grace trying to tell me that that woman is
my sister," Karen said. "Driver! Take us home and step on it!"
"If you just spent some time with her, then you-" Jack started to say.
"I've got better things to do than to spend time with her," Karen said.
"And besides, I've got a way to see if she really is my sister." She then reached over to the limo's bar and took a little bottle of vodka.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"I've got my private investigator working on getting a DNA to see if my
mother's and the Riley woman's blood match at all," Karen said, pouring the
vodka into a glass with ice in it.
"I can't believe you Karen," Jack said, shaking his head. "You can just take Kat's word for it that she's your sister?"
Karen looked over her glass at Jack, her face expressionless.
Jack leaned back in his seat and said, "So why am I going to your house?"
"I need someone to talk to," Karen said, sitting next to Jack and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can't make fun of Grace since she's always trying to get me to talk to the Riley woman."
Jack sighed and placed his arm around Karen's shoulders. He loved Karen, but sometimes she was too stubborn, and this situation with Katherine was no exception. Pushing those thoughts to the side, Jack began what would turn out a whole day of gossiping with Karen.
~~~
"Anyone home?" Will asked, stepping into his apartment that evening.
"Hi Will," Katherine said, coming out to greet him.
"I took Grace out to lunch today and she told me that Amber was sick," Will said, handing Katherine a paper bag. "I bought some chicken broth for her."
"Oh that's very kind of you Will," Katherine said. "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Will said, he went to his room while Katherine went to the kitchen and put the chicken broth in a bowl.
"Kat, Kat!" Jack said, coming into the apartment.
"Jack, Jack!" Katherine said to him, starting to walk over to her room,
bowl in her hands.
"What's that?" Jack asked, motioning to the bowl.
"Broth for Amber," Katherine said. "Come on and you can tell me what's
the news."
Jack followed her into the room, smiling. At that moment, she had sounded exactly like Karen.
"Hi Uncle Jack," Amber said, sitting up in the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Jack asked.
"Sick," Amber said.
"Here, your Uncle Will brought you some chicken broth," Katherine said,
handing her the bowl. "Now be very careful with that and try not to spill."
"I will Mummy," Amber said.
"Hi Jack," Will said, coming into the room.
"Thank you for the broth Uncle Will," Amber said.
"So what did you want to tell me Jack?" Katherine asked.
"Well I talked to Karen today," Jack began. "And she said that she's got a private investigator that's going to do a DNA test on your blood and her mother's blood."
Katherine was silent for a long moment, she got up from the side of the bed where she was sitting and walked out to the kitchen, Jack and Will following her. "Well I can't say that I'm surprised," she said quietly, getting a glass of water. "At least now she'll see that I was telling the truth."
"But maybe she'll twist the results when she tells us," Will said.
Jack and Katherine stared at him, unconvinced looks on their faces.
"Well she could," Will said. "And if she does, you need another source
to show her that your her half-sister."
"Oh my god," Katherine said suddenly. "I completely forgot! I have a letter from my biological mother that I received when my adoptive parents died."
"Where is it?" Jack asked.
"Unfortunately it's in my room in the Riley manor," Katherine said. "I
suppose I can call and have her send it to me." Thinking intently, she walked out of the kitchen and to her bedroom.
Will sighed and said, "Hopefully that letter will be enough to convince
Karen."
"And if not?" Jack ventured.
"Don't know," Will said. "But I really would hate to find out."