Sorry to however actually read this story. I have been consumed into other things and plus, the story felt a little undeveloped to me. Anyways, my sister has helped me find my inspiration, so here I go. I'm gonna take another stab at this story. Hope you enjoy!

Read and Review please!

-CSIFanatic08

Warrick hopped in his car and drove to the designated address. A million thoughts ran through this head as he drove. How could he have a daughter? Why didn't she tell him earlier? He drove further and further into "the ghetto". He began cringing as he looked at all the house. They brought back all the horrible memories of his mother and her drug addiction. He shook them off as he waited at a stop sign.

He read the cross street signs that were hard to read on account of the bullet and gang symbols written on them. He squinted as he tried to read them. It read "2nd and Olive Drive". He drove to the first house on the corner. He didn't get out of the car at first. He sat in the driver's seat clenching the steering wheel and taking deep breaths. He began taking off his LVPD vest, but realized where he was, and snapped it back on.

He got out of the car, and stared at the house. It was the nicest one on the street. It was pink with white flowers painted on the front. It had a full grown garden in the front with a chain fence around it. Warrick took the agonizingly long walk up to the front door where he lifted his hand to knock, but brought it back down. What was he gonna say? He had no idea. For the first time, Warrick was unable to control his emotions. He was happy, upset, devastated, let down and sad all at the same time.

He rested his arm on the door, taking in deep breaths as he waited for an idea to pop into his head. He put his head on his arm, and held it there for a couple minutes as he took in the smell of fresh flowers. The serene moment was cut short when the door opened from under his head. He fell forward but caught himself as he looked into the face of the women in the photo.

"Warrick Brown," Sandra said as she held out his arms.

Warrick hugged her, even though he didn't remember her.

"What you don't remember me?" Sandra said as she took a puff from her cigarette.

"Mom, where's my pink belt?" a teenage girl asked as she came into Warrick's view. She took Warrick's breath away. She was a very beautiful girl. She had long black hair and an oval shaped head. She had a pronounced jaw and perfect teeth. But the thing that really stood out was her piercing green eyes. She matched Warrick's perfectly.

"Who's this?" the girl asked as she approached the mysterious man.

"Warrick Brown, meet Jordan Oleander Brown Simmermen. Your daughter," Sandra stated as she grabbed Jordan's hand.

"What?" Jordan asked as she pulled her hand away from her mother's. "How much did she pay you?" Jordan asked as she stood with her hand on her hip. The words caught in Warrick's throat as the sight of his daughter almost brought him to tears.

"I didn't pay him anything. He is really your father," Sandra said while taking another puff from her cigarette.

"I just found out today. I'm in shock as well. If you'd like, we could have some tests done. You see that's what I do. I'm a…" He was cut off by Sandra.

"You don't need to do any tests. The green eyes say it all," she took another puff from her cigarette.

Jordan walked past her mother and stood toe to toe with Warrick. The examined each other for distinguishing marks. The both had the same jaw, same eyes, and same noses. How could they not be father and daughter?

"How?" Jordan said as her voice cracked. "How could you not tell me? How could you keep this from me? We agreed that we would tell each other everything," Jordan said as tears fell down her cheeks.

"I don't believe you. You said on my 5 birthday that my dad was dead," Jordan said as she sat on the couch in defeat. The statement made Warrick's test tighten and his fists clench. How dare she keep Jordan from Warrick.

"I didn't think you were ready to know," Sandra said as she took another puff and stroked Jordan's back.

"Please. Don't touch me," Jordan said while shrugging off Sandra's hand. "If you don't mind, I'd still like to get some tests done," Jordan said as her eyes welled up with tears. "What did you say you do again?"

"Well, before we get to that, I need to talk to both of you," Sandra said as she led the two into the family room.

Warrick looked around the house as he walked behind them. He stared at all of the baby pictures on the walls and bookcases. There paintings covering every piece of the east wall. The initials read JOB 5:2. He looked at the glass case in the family room, which held swimming medals, trophies and certificates. He was knocked out of his trance by Sandra coughing on her cigarette.

"Mom," Jordan said in an authoritive tone. "Give it to me now."

"No, baby. I'm almost done," Sandra said as she inserted the cigarette back into her mouth.

"No, you're done now," Jordan said as she took the cigarette out of her mouth, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it, grinding it into the floor boards.

"Damnit Jordan," Sandra said as she stood up and looked Jordan in the eyes.

"Oh, mom stop being so selfish. The doctors told you that you have 6 months. What, do you want to speed those up?" Jordan said making wide hand gestures.

Warrick was surprised by how articulate Jordan was.

"6 weeks," Sandra said while lighting up another cigarette.

"Wh-What?" Jordan said as her shoulders dropped. "Since when?"

"Since yesterday. I'm refusing treatment which is why I asked you to come here," Sandra said while pointing her finger at Warrick.

"You're refusing treatment? Why?" Jordan asked as he silent tears fell to the floor.

"Because, I'm sick of all the medicine. I'm sick of all the hospital appointments. I don't want to put you through anymore," Sandra said as she took another puff.

"But you want to put me through a funeral? That makes a lot of sense mom," Jordan said as she turned around and headed for her room.

"Jordan Oleander Simmermen, don't you walk out of this room. You will regret it," Sandra said as she attempted to stand.

Warrick sat like a fly on the wall. The more and more Jordan talked, the more and more Warrick was sure that she was his. His stomach had butterflies in it as he sat in the chair. He attempted to focus more on the subject at hand. Jordan's mother was dying.

"What mom? Do you expect me to sit here and watch you die?" Jordan said as she took the cigarette out of her mothers hand and stepped on it.

Sandra stood up and planted a back handed slap across Jordan's face that could be heard throughout the room. Jordan looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes. Her lip quivered as a welt formed on it.

Warrick stood up, willing to get in the middle and stop the next fight that erupted.

"I hate you," Jordan said as she headed for her room. Her crying down the hall was heard by a loud slam of her door.

Sandra chased after her with her cane, which Warrick hadn't noticed when he first came in.

"Jordan, I'm sorry," Sandra said as she hobbled to Jordan's room. "Please forgive me." After a long silence, the door opened and Jordan had her back pack, her pillow, and her duffle bag filled with all of her worldly possessions. She walked past her pleading mother and straight to her new found father.

"Jordan Oleander Brown Simmermen," Jordan stated with an extended hand. She has a slight emphasis on the Brown part.

"Warrick Brown," Warrick said as he took her hand and shook it.

"Jordan, baby I'm sorry," Sandra said as she grabbed her hand.

"Let go of me mother," Jordan said as she pulled her arm away from her mothers. "If you want to kill yourself, then do it. I'm not gonna be hear to stop you."

"I don't want to leave on these terms," Sandra said as tears fell from her eyes.

Jordan broke down from her bad girl act and hugged her mother. "Neither do I," Jordan said through clenched teeth. "I love you so much mom."

An hour passed as they talked about Jordan's asthma, all allergies, transportation, and her likes and dislikes. But the time had come for mother and daughter to depart. The time that Sandra had been dreading, was gaining fast.

"I love you, baby," Sandra said as she gripped her baby girl. "Take care of her," She said as she looked at Warrick over Jordan's shoulder.

"I will," Warrick said as he wiped a tear that was forming in the corner of his eye. "Here is my phone, pager, cell, work…everything. Call me whenever." Warrick said as he handed her a piece of paper and shook Sandra's hand.

"Let me grab one more thing," Jordan said as she looked for the picture that was usually above the T.V. "Where is it?" Jordan said as she looked for the missing photo.

"I gave it to him," Sandra said with her arms crossed.

"You have it?" Jordan asked as she faced him.

"Yes, I do. It's in my car," Warrick said as he pointed towards his automobile.

"Oh, OK," Jordan said as she wiped her tears.

She ran back to her mom and threw her arms around her. "I love you mom. So Much,"

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-CSIFanatic08