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Nichole looked around the large house. It was different from her own home that she shared with her mother. These people must be very rich. Nich thought to herself as she walked into the living room. She walked from picture frame to picture frame and stopped in front of one that held a picture of her grandmother and a man she assumed was her father. Nich looked into the man's eyes and saw her own being reflected back at her. No wonder why mom always said I had his eyes. I always thought she was kidding. Nich thought as she continued to look at the pictures.

Trish watched her granddaughter look around the room and had seen her stop in front of a picture of her and Harm. "Would you like to see which room you'll be staying in until I can call Harm and see what we are going to do?" Trish asked as she lightly touched the young girls back.

"Sure." Nich said. She followed Trish up the stairs and into a bedroom decorated in a light blue. The curtains were the color of the sky and matched the comforter on the bed well. On the bedside table there was a phone and an electric clock. On the other bedside table there was a picture of Harm in his dress whites after he had graduated from the Academy.

"There's a TV over there and the remote is on the night stand. Do you want pizza or something or have you already eaten?" Trish asked.

"No, I'm not that hungry." Nich said as she sat down on the king sized bed.

"Okay. I need to call Harm. I'll leave you alone for now." Trish walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

Nich lay down across the bed and thought about what had just happened. She felt alone, like she had no one in the world that cared about her. However, she knew that was not true because this woman, her grandmother, cared about her or else Trish would not have taken the time to come to the hospital and pick her up. But what about my dad? Does he care about me? Does he have kids already? Will I be a burden to him? Would he even want me? Nich thought. Slowly, tears began to fall onto the light blue comforter of the bed.

Harm was sleeping in bed when the phone rang late that night. "Hello?" Who in their right mind would be calling me at this time of night? Harm thought to himself as he mumbled into the phone.

"Harm sweetie?" Trish stated unsurely trying to make sure that her son was awake before she continued.

"Hi mom. What's so important that you called me so late at night?" Harm asked as he rolled onto his side.

"Harm, do you remember Melissa Reid? You dated her for a little while."

"Yeah mom I do." Harm said having no idea where the conversation was going.

"She died earlier today." Trish said.

"Oh, when's the funeral." Harm asked trying to mentally check his schedule to see if he would be able to make it.

"It's Friday."

"I don't think I'll be able to make it I'm making opening statements for a major case that day. Will you give my regards to her family?" Harm said nonchalantly and unprepared for what his mother was about to say next.

"Harm, there's more to this than the fact that your old girlfriend died." There was silence between the mother and son for a minuet. "Melissa left a daughter behind, a fourteen year old daughter with your blue eyes to be exact Harm." Silence again entered their conversation. "She's staying with me for tonight. After the funeral Friday, we are going to catch a plane to DC." Trish said hoping her son was not about to have a heart attack.

"What!" Harm nearly yelled into the phone. He jumped out of bed and began to pace the room. He could not believe that he had a daughter. Nor could he believe that Melissa would have kept that information from him. "I have a daughter? I have a daughter. What's her name?"

"Nichole Hannah Rabb.," his mother replied pleased that he had calmed down a little.

"I'm taking the next flight out to California," Harm said as he began to pack a bag.

"No you won't. Harm you have a major case that you just said your doing opening statements for on Friday. I will not let you miss that. Friday is two days away and I will see you on Saturday. Until then Harm please find a bigger place." Trish told her son knowing that his studio apartment would not be big enough for a grown man and his teenage daughter.

"Mom…"

"I will hear no more of it now good night Harm. I will take good care of Nich. I did raise you."

Harm smiled at his mother's statement. "Good night mom,"

"Goodnight," Trish hung up the phone and went to go check on Nich. When she got up the stairs and into the room, she saw that Nich had fallen fast asleep in her clothes. She went over to the bed and pulled the girls shoes off. She then found a throw cover to put on top of Nich so that she would not get cold when the air conditioner came on. I'll have to take her by her house tomorrow to get her things. That is going to be hard on her. Trish thought as she turned out the light in the room and closed the door.

I THINK NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE HARM MAC IN IT A LITTLE NOT REALLY SURE PLEASE R&R.