Fallen
#5
I studied the building before me; I was so out of my element. I was even wearing a suit! I took a deep breath, squeezed the handle of my brief case, and headed for the revolving doors.
"Ms. Donovan, Ms. Deacon is here to see you." Karen's voice relayed over the intercom. "Thanks, Karen. Send her in." Veronica replied, while she searched for some notes to show Lyndi. Nick was staring out the window, while L.J. sat going through some papers of his own. Everyone was so into their own little worlds, they didn't hear the door open.
"Ms. Donovan?" a voice came from the doorway. Veronica looked up into an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. I took a step toward the desk extending my hand. "I'm Lindy Deacon; it's a pleasure to meet you." I said shutting the door. Veronica stood frozen for a moment before snapping back to reality. She walked towards me and shook my hand. "It's a pleasure meeting you, as well." She replied. We stood staring at each other for what seemed like years, before Veronica pulled me into a crushing embrace.
"Have you checked this place for bugs?" I whispered to my sister. "Every morning." She replied letting go. I scanned the room, my eyes settling on L.J. "Oh my God, L.J." I said breathlessly as I made my way toward where he stood. I am eight years older than L.J. I served as an older sister to him, he was only ten when Lincoln was arrested, and it devastated him. I couldn't imagine what it was like for him now that he had lost his mother and Scofield had gotten himself locked up.
It was now that I noticed a very confused looking Nick leaning against the window. I released L.J. and made my way to the man. "You must be Mr. Savrinn, I'm Cali. Veronica's sister." I said offering him my hand. "Call me Nick, please." He said taking my hand. "You never told me you had a sister." He said incredulously to my sister. I shouldn't have been angry that she never mentioned me; I mean I never told anyone but Brandon about her, and yet I was hurt. She just shrugged "You never asked" she replied before sitting down.
"What are you doing here, Cal? This isn't a good time to come back." She said. "Why do you think I came back, Veronica? To see Mom and Dad? We both know that's not happening. Word on the street is you could use some help. Meaning you are gonna need someone to do the things that you and I both know you're not capable. So here I am." Veronica was the smart daughter, graduating Valedictorian in high school, and became a lawyer. She was the favorite no doubt. I was the slacker, trouble maker, if it was illegal I probably did it, most importantly I was the daughter who supported a murderer.
Veronica was taken a back by my honesty. I didn't enjoy beating around the bush; I preferred to beat the bush itself. I guess when you haven't seen someone for four years you kind of forget how they act. Or perhaps you just hope that they changed.
"Look, the last thing I came here for was to fight. Well, fighting you anyway. So what exactly are we up against?" I was ready to start phase two of my plan. Veronica was less enthused about my involvement. "I don't want you to get in over your head, Cali." She said in her older sister tone. I just smiled and replied "Don't worry, V… I drowned a while ago."