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I am not guilty. I have done nothing wrong. I am not Guilty. Not guilty, not guilty, not guilty, not gui-

"Hiya Sugah. Where ya been?" asked my mother.

"Oh ya know. Work." I said avoiding her stern gaze. I looked over at Rachel, my wife, who rolled hers eyes and smiled, "an how are ya Mama? Yer looking very nice today."

"Don ya try t'a sweet tahlke meh boy. Now where have ya been, an don lie!"

"Ah was at the prison, uh, meetin' a new client." I said putting down my case.

Alex, don't lie to her. It'll only make it worse. said my wife telepathically.

"Alright, alright! Ah was seein' ma papa. Ok?" I said turning to stare at my mother.

"Ya were where?!" she said, not letting me loose eye contact with her.

"At prison. Seeing ma Papa. An speakin' bout going t'a prison maybe ya could go visit him!"

Ouch.

That was a bit harsh. I watched as her severity drips out of her eyes in tears. "Ya know ah would Alex, its jus. Ah don know what t'a say t'a him."

I sat down beside her and hold her in my arms. "Ahm sorrah mama. Ah didn't mean it."

"But yer right. Ah should go see him……….. Jus not now." She pulled away from me and began gathering her things, "Well ah'll leave ya two in peace. It was lovely t'a see ya again Rachel."

"You too Miss Raven."

"How many times do ah have t'a tell ya Rachel. Call meh Anna."

"Right." she said Smiling.

"Well bye Alex sweetie. And, um, and……good luck wit yer new case." With that she swept herself out the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Ah wish she wouldn't do that. Visitin' wit'out callin us." I said slumping back onto the chair. Rachel walked over to me and sat on my knee, grinning I said "Rach, yer getting t'a heavy t'a do that."

She smiled and made herself more comfy, "so. How was it?"

"It was great. He told me everything. Ah really think ah can get him out."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Does this mean more late nights at the office?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"Ahm gonna wait till the babies born."

"What did your dad say about that?!"

"He says he understands. Completely. In fact his exact words were, 'Been in here for so long it don matter if I in here any longer.'"

"Good man your dad."

"You've never met him."

"I'm a telepath darling. And speaking of meeting him, when do I get to meet him?"

"You wanna meet him?"

"Well I've heard so much about this man I think its only fair if I meet him."

I looked in her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. Damn. My dad was a very…….. Surprising man. And Rachel comes from a very………high class family. But here she is, a woman of class, wanting to meet my papa, the convict.

"Right. Here's the deal. Ya can meet ma papa. When ma mama says she'll meet him."

"unfair."

"No. Very fair. Gives me time t'a tidy him up."

She smiled and hugged me, "You're a scoundrel Alex Raven."

"Yes. Ah am."

"But your my Scoundrel."

"Yes."

We sat like that for a while. Just holding each other. I wondered, did my mama and my papa ever do this? Holdin' each other. Tellin' the other that they love them. Maybe. Maybe I'll never find out. No. Stay positive Alex. Positive. But he said something. Something that scared me. He said, "de only way I'm getting outta here is if I die here."

It was a joke. He was only joking. I think. Yes. Remy LeBeau Joking. That sounds right. Maybe I'll ask Jake……..LeBeau?…….Hmm.

"Rachel, honey?"

"What do you want Alex?" she said grinning.

"'Rachel Raven' is such a mouth full, don ya think?"

"It is a bit."

"Well…….what do ya think of the name 'LeBeau'."

6 months later

Pen? Check. Paper. Check. Evidence. Check. Rachel (and my new born kid Timothy.) Check. Baby bag. Check. Mother. Che-

"Ah can't believe ya manged t'a convince meh t'a do this." she said sitting beside me up at the front of the car.

I looked in the rear view mirror at Rachel who was sitting beside the baby carrier. She smiled at me. My mother had been going on like this for a while now. It wasn't me who convinced her. It was Rachel. With the help of little Timothy. That was cruel. I can still hear her say, "… and Timothy Anna. Think about him. When he's older he will wan to see both his grand parents. Together. Or at least on speaking terms. You've got to go see him. For Timothy's sake."

It was cruel, but it worked. She caved in immediately. So that's why we were sitting in the car, on our way to prison.

"Maybe ah should stay in the car with Timothy."

"Mama. We've been through this. Yer gonna go in first and meh and Rachel are gonna stay in the car with Timothy. Then ya will come back and look after Timothy, then Rachel and I will go in. We agreed on this. Ya cant pull out now mama."

She sighed and looked out the window at the passing scenery. "What ahm ah gonna say t'a him? Hiya Remy, remember meh, ahm the mother of yer child that ya didn't know ya had."

"Mama! Jus………. Jus………. Jus try. Please. Jus try an tahlke t'a him. He wants ya too. He needs ya mama. This hasn't been easy fer him either mama."

"Ah know that."

"He still loves ya mama."

I've done it now. Either I'm dead meat, or I have just scored the jackpot.
"He……he loves meh? He said that?"

"yeah. He misses ya, an he still loves ya. So, should ah turn this car around or are we gonna go see ma papa?"

She continued to look out the window, but I could tell she was smiling. And after a while she said, "jus keep drivin' Alex." "yes, mam'."

I wish I could have kept driving, just like she said.

I wish I hadn't pulled over and received the phone call on my mobile.

I wish I hadn't heard the Warden of the Prison's words.

I wish I could have turned back time.

"Who was it Sugah?" My mama asked, her eyes full of concern.

"It was the Warden." I said slowly putting the phone down.

"What did he say?" asked Rachel.

"It's papa."

"What? Has something happened?!"

I couldn't say it.

The words wouldn't form in my mouth. I could feel Rachel trying to get into my head, to speak to me, but I wouldn't let her. I couldn't. It cant be true! It cant be true. Everything was going so well. I had done everything I planned. I had got Jake out. Easy. I had got Bruce out AND got him working in CSI Headquarters. I had got Peter out. Even got him a job, driving supply lorries. Funny how most of the supplies went to the prison. Funny how the prisoners never saw those supplies. Well. That was before Peter was put in charge.

I had done all of this. Just to trip at the finish line. To not do what I had worked so hard to achieve.

Life isn't fair.

A man once told me that. He's right. He was right about everything. I wish, sometimes, that he wasn't.

"Last night. He was taken into hospital. He, he was having heart problems………"

Timothy began to cry. Rachel, her mother instincts kicking in, reached over and lifted him out of the baby seat and began to comfort him. But I could see her tears falling down the side of her cheek.

"….Alex…….No. NO!" screamed my mother, the tears infecting her too.

"Ahm……Ahm sorry….. Mama… when they went back t'a him this morning…… he was dead."

"NO!" She screamed again.

I reached over and held her in my arms, letting her tears fall onto my suit jacket. Comforting her. But the tears didn't come to me. I wanted them too. But they wouldn't come. My father was dead. Meeting him, it was just a dream. A dream that I had roughly been woken up from. I'm still that little boy, whose father is dead. The little boy who went to school on fathers day and was teased by all the other children. My father was gone. Taken away from me again. And yet realising this, the tears still would not come.

Then I looked around me, and I knew why I was not crying. I looked at my wife. Beautiful. Even through her tears she was beautiful. And there she was holding my child. Timothy. If my father hadn't been there to put my life back on track, I would never have met Rachel. Timothy would never have been born. I looked at my mother. She was upset. She might be for a long time. But this had brought us closer together. Closer than ever before. My life had taken a better turn ever since I had met my father. He had been right about everything.

Yet there was something nagging at my brain. It wouldn't let go of it. I forced it to the front where I could analysis it with the full use of my lawyer skills.

Lightning stuck.

I began to smile.

Remy LeBeau. Who said he wasn't a genius.

Why didn't I see it before!

I began to laugh.

My mother pulled away from me, looking shocked, and slightly scared, "Alex?"

I wiped the tears out of her eyes and smiled at her, "Don cry anymore mama."

"What?" she said trying to make sense of my words.

"Jus something' ma papa said t'a meh."

"What?"

"He said, 'De only way I'm gettin outta here is if I die here.'"

Sly Bastard.

Hmm, So who has figured it out. And your not allowed to Answer David. But please. Enlighten me with your suggestions. hee hee.