Alone
CSI characters are not mine… originals are…
This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay? And it's not over yet…. I'M SOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY!
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Chapter 20
After relaying the story of the twins and Jamie to the guys, minus a few details, watching Morgan beat Lindsey at a game of Snowboarding on the game console in the break room, and processing several DNA samples from a quadruple homicide over at the Tangiers, we were finally able to leave the lab.
"So, did you two have fun?" Jamie asked, as we walked inside my town house.
They nodded, simultaneously. "Daddy's friends are funny." McKenna commented.
I laughed my agreement. "Yeah, they lost the ability to swallow when they saw you two."
Jamie joined in the laughter. "I bet they were shocked."
"And Lindsey was fun!" Morgan added, smiling.
I saw an opportunity to tease him appear. "Lindsey'll be delighted to hear she has an admirer." I smiled.
Jamie laughed as Morgan turned several shades of red, deciding to excuse himself from the rest of the conversation. "Who's this Lindsey?" she asked.
"A friend's daughter. Catherine Willows, Lindsey is a year older than the twins, I think…" I explained, mentally calculating that out.
McKenna had also ducked out of the room, in search of her brother, probably to continue teasing him about Lindsey.
"I have a question." I stated, sitting beside her on the sofa.
She nodded. "Shoot."
"In your book it said neither mine nor my father's bodies were on the scene. Is that true?" I asked what had been bugging me for several days.
"Well, yes," she said. "They weren't on the scene. Your body was obviously never found but his was located a few days later by your mom's grave." She explained.
I blinked several times absorbing that information. "He was… He…" I couldn't find words. Why had he gone there? What made him do that? To ask her for forgiveness cause he was sorry for what he'd done to me and Jamie?
Jamie pulled me from my thoughts. "Greg," she said, waiting for me to look at her. "Your dad's the one who called 9-1-1 for me. When they got there he'd left. I didn't know this until they released me. He'd already been buried."
Now I was shocked. He'd shot Jamie and then called for help? What had that accomplished? I was amazed at what he had done, it was the first time since mom had died that he had show any inkling of humanity.
"Wow…" was all I could manage to say. "I… never thought… he'd…" after fifteen years of despising my father I finally felt the loss of him, knowing what he had done for Jamie. Though he had been the reason I had spent the last twelve years of my life running away from my past, he was also the reason my past was now my future.
I did something I hadn't done for a long time.
I broke down and cried- For my Dad.
There will be one more chapter, mainly to tie up loose ends. I've been stuck on this for so long and I finally broke through my writers block. Mind you it's five thirty in the morning and I have lost any intention of sleeping tonight… or rather today. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Happy New Years! And please…. Review!