A/N: Ok, I'm kinda going in chronilogical order here. The following short poem was written by me for this story, I apologize if it isn't quite up to poetic par. Normally when I write poetry its not from someone else's perspective, although some of the things in the poem do ring true for me. Ah another author putting their own life into their work.

Anyway, enjoy.

The Story of the Second Son chapter 3

"I must confess, I am filled with loneliness.
I have spent lots of time considering suicide.
I have to show you the callus on my hand
I got it from resting it on my head
I must tell you that I've reconsidered previous thoughts
You out-weighed the have-nots
You are the cause of the callus
The one I got from resting it on my head
Thinking about you all the time
Because of you, I'm not dead
Stare at me a little longer
Laugh a little harder
Love a little faster
But don't go too soon."

She folded up the piece of paper she had found taped to her refrigerator and put it in her pocket. He did that a lot, left her notes in unexpected places before he left in the mornings.

Arriving at work she settled down across from him as always. Their case arrived on her desk and she got up and grabbed her coat and keys. He knew the cue and followed suit.

In the parking garage she stopped him before they got into the car.

"Do you want to tell me why you never drive?" she threw the keys at him, he barely caught them.

"I'll only tell you if you drive." He threw the keys back at her; she caught them with one hand and gave him that smile.

He too grinned and got into the passenger seat.

"I'd rather tell you then show you." He said sounding ominous.

She started the car and he started to talk.

"I was about 16 and it was driver's ed at school. Like I told you before after that social adjustment test I had to see the school shrink. Well after that the other kids didn't take too kindly too me. But it turns out I wasn't the only one who had to see the shrink.

They called us 'the white coats', in retrospect it was a pretty good nickname for us but honestly it kind of hurt that they called us that. The 'us' I am talking about is Lewis and I. We met in drivers ed. I crashed the cars and he fixed them. Lewis was kind of like a speed freak but without the speed. He talked fast, worked fast, but the talking fast is what got him in trouble.

If he said the wrong thing to someone bigger than him, I was there to stare them down. In return he gave me friendship, companionship, and a few new windshield installations.

So the first day of drivers ed all the kids knew who had been to the shrink, the new boys standing away from the crowd looking nervous.

They paired Lewis and I together and well, he is a great driver, but I took out a few cones and trashcans and then I sort of nearly crashed into the side of the biology lab.

They tried to teach me to drive but I just never really got the hang of it. That's when Lewis and I started to hang out. He tried to help me learn to drive. Tried being the keyword here.

I was a repeat customer when he started his auto shop; I am probably what helped it get off the ground with all the money I spent there. I mean there are only so many favors you can give out.

We were seventeen when he decided to join the army together but that ended up not working out.

One night we were headed to a party and he let me drive. We didn't make it to the party because I crashed the car into a tree. I wasn't hurt at all for some reason but Lewis tore some muscles in his legs. He couldn't quite run right after that and as far as I know he still can't.

The army wouldn't take him so when we turned eighteen I enlisted and he became an apprentice at an auto shop which he later bought.

So if you ask me why I don't drive, that's why. If you ask me why I can't drive well, I can't explain that one. I just can't."

Arriving at the crime scene she turned off the car and turned towards him.

"If I ever offer you the keys again slap me."

He gave her an agreeing nod and raised his hand to her face and slowly brought it to her cheek. She thought he was going to play slap her but instead he gently stroked the side of her face.

She almost closed her eyes when she heard sirens wailing not too far off in the distance.

Without another word they both stepped out of the car and went to work.