La Fantasma
A/n: Okay, so this is a post-ep for "Ghost." My first post-ep… Yay!
I watch the streets of New York flash by again, praying that it wouldn't be the last time I get to see them. It was the same prayer I'd said three years ago, the first time I had to leave the city. Now, I am leaving again, only this time the whole world knows I'm not dead.
My name is no longer Alex, the ass-kicking ADA from New York… nor is it Emily, the sweet girl from that insurance company in Wisconsin. Now I'm Carrie, a kindergarten teacher from South Carolina.
It is some comfort to know I won't be alone this time. I have Antonio now. Only he isn't Antonio any more… he's Andrew. I adopted him after he came to live with me as his foster mother… at least, that's the story. The agents will drill us once we're out of the city. We'll have to have all of the right answers, ready to go as soon as someone asks. Antonio isn't old enough to understand, I don't think. But one day, it will be my job to explain it to him. If we're still together… if we're still alive.
I try not to think about those things, but it's hard. Even with the Marshals around, I don't feel truly safe. Not like I did before Velez happened. I swear, I wish someone else had killed Zapata before I had the chance to prosecute. It's nice, knowing that the man who tried to kill me is in prison. Soon, he'll be dead. I was told that Velez had Zapata killed in prison. The Ghost will more than likely meet the same fate.
"Alex, where are we going?" Antonio asks. I turn to him and smile.
"Sweetie, you have to call me Mommy now. Or Carrie," I remind him. He nods slowly. "We're going to South Carolina. Where la fantasma can't find us." Speaking Spanish to him comes easily. He's obviously Hispanic, so it makes sense that I would use some Spanish to speak to him.
"But la fantasma is in jail. Señor Mike told me he can't hurt me if he's in jail," Antonio replies. I bite my lip, hoping I haven't screwed up the poor child's head.
"La fantasma has friends who want to hurt us. But where we're going we'll be safe," I tell him. He seems to accept that explanation.
"You two should sleep now. It's a long ride," one of the agents tells us. I nod and let Antonio lean against me.
"Good night," I whisper. "Buenas noches."
As we leave the city, stars begin to appear. Goodbye, everyone. Buenas noches.