Chapter 4

A few weeks later, the FBI asked for Marie to come to Washington DC and make a face to face id, to make sure they really got her mother. John was persistent about going with her, he wasn't about to let her go alone. They got into Washington and were immediately escorted over to the FBI headquarters.

They were sitting in the waiting room, and John had his fingers laced with Marie's and was stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Marie looked over at John and said, "I know I tried to put up a fight with you coming...but I'm really glad you won the fight, because I don't think I could do this without you by me."

John smiled at Marie and said, "I wasn't about to let you come by yourself…Especially not after finding out your mother was the one behind all of this shit…Do you know what you're going to say to her or if you're going to ask her anything."

Marie said, "I have no clue what I'm going to say to her…I'm still pretty much in shock about the whole thing…I don't even know if I want answers to the questions in my head or not…I know I barely want to see her right now."

John rested his forehead against her cheek and said, "You know I'm here if you need anything…Stay and talk if you want…or if after all the paper work is taken care of you just want to get the fuck out of dodge, then come see me cause I can take care of that."

Marie caressed John's cheek as she leaned over and kissed his lips softly and said, "Thanks for both offers…If I don't come out right away…Then I'm staying to ask a few questions…If I come out running, be prepared to haul ass." John laughed as they called Marie back past the security station. John squeezed her hand and watched her leave.

John watched as she turned back and the look on her face was priceless…she looked like a child going to the principle's office.

Marie walked into a large interview room with Agent Smith and Agent Simms. Marie couldn't sit down, so she leaned against the wall. A figure in an orange jump suit with straggly brown hair in hand cuffs and shackles was brought into the room...Marie pushed off from the wall, as she watched her mother pull her hair back into a ponytail.

Marie was disgusted to be standing in the same room with her mother. Agent Smith said, "So you recognize this lady to be Camille Castles, you're paternal mother." Marie squared her shoulders and stood up straight and said, "Yes sir."

Marie walked over and said, "I only have one question for you Ms. Castles." Camille looked up into the familiar eyes of her daughter and said, "I'm you're mother...don't you dare address me formally." Marie said, "That's where you're wrong...You tried to have me kill...you tried to have my life taken from me, before I could finish living it...you are not my mother...you're nothing but a deceitful, cruel monster...You will NEVER be my mother again."

Marie slammed her fists down on the table across from her mother while leaning against it and said, "And my question to you Ms. Castles is...Why did you do it?" Camille knew she'd eventually have to tell the truth and said, "I've been keeping a secret from you since you were born...and I would've gone on in life without you knowing it...but I knew eventually I'd have to tell you...and since I couldn't bring myself to tell you, I figured if you were dead I wouldn't have to worry about it."

Marie said, "So tell me now."

Camille took a deep breath and said, "Steve is not your father."