A/N: So here's then next part. I decided to go with Nathaniel's POV first and than it will go into the story, infact the story will start with Horatio getting the call from the man that he mentioned at the end of the POV. Anyways here's "Nathaniel's" POV. Where so big time light is shed on who he is now and by the end you'll know who he is. Thanks for all those you have review so far.
daxy - You were really close on guessing who Nathaniel really is, think about who people consider your guesses best friend is.
One Regret
I don't remember much before I was three, but than again they say the average kid doesn't start remembering till they're three and do have these foggy memories it's more so words than images, but my point is I didn't have baby pic's not one. When I was between the ages of six and fourteen in the back of my mind I was always wondering why there were pictures of Edward and Edwin and even Samantha as babies, but none of me. It seem like I was a ghost until I was four.
I was always asking questions as to why that was and I think it got on their nerves a lot. I found out some of the of those answers my freshman year of High School. I was fourteen and in my Biology class taught by Mr. Handel. I didn't normally pay much attention. Science was never my forte, but than Mr. Handel started talking about genes and for the first time I was intrigued to listen. I learned genes were passed down from parents and grandparents. That it's were you got your features from. I remember raising my hand. The look on Handel's face was of surprise, I never raised my hand in his class he usually had to call on me. It took him a moment to actually call on me. I asked him if it was possible not to look like your parents or grandparents. Most the class laughed both the geeks and the jocks. Handel dismissed there laughs and said it wasn't possible not to look like your biological the only way a kid wouldn't look like their parents is if they were adopted. When the bell rang Handel called me aside he asked me if I had ever asked my parents if I was adopted. I told him not directly that I had asked why I had no baby pictures, but they had always made excuses. He told me I should just ask them. I asked him what if they say that I'm not. He said I should tell someone. It was weird because Handel kept looking at like I reminded him of someone.
When I got home that afternoon I completely avoid my mom. My dad wouldn't be home till that evening around dinner time and I didn't want to ask or than ask him to clarify later. I needed to confront them at the same time.
That night at dinner I had to work up the guts to ask. We were half way through dinner when I finally asked and it grew instantly quiet you could here a pin, but instead we heard Samantha's fork clatter against her plate. I could feel everyone starring at me. I watched as my parents exchanged looks. I heard a chair scoot across the floor and Edward tell Samantha that they should go finish her homework. She protested, but he got her away from the table. Edwin wasn't there anyways sense he was at college. They came forward saying that I was indeed adopted. When I tried to ask them if they knew who my parents were they just told me it wasn't important and to drop it.
From than on I was always curious. I attempted to ask once why I had my adoptive father's name if I wasn't their's they just told me that my biological father wanted me protected and they thought it was the best way to hide me. I argued with them more and I stopped calling them mom and dad.
I started to spend more time after school hanging out in Handel's classroom to do homework and it wasn't just science although he helped me out a lot in that department. He asked me if I was planning to go to college. I told him no that I was going to go into law enforcement, that it might come to my advantage in search for my real dad.
I graduated High School and I looked for my own place and moved out of the house as soon as I could.
I graduated the Police Academy near the top of my class and was given a training officer by the name of Gavin Moran. He was great he was asking about my father. I always had to scuff inside my head, yeah my father the man I had to live in shadow of even though I wasn't really his son and I hadn't chosen to become a cop because of him. Everyone every last cop that was in the precinct just assumed I was his son, like all they saw was the fucking Jr. attached to my name and not that I was adopted, even though I had put it in my paper work.
I soon got on the boat of being a Detective and I still hadn't had any luck with finding who my biological parents were. There was this one time when I had this case, a young girl had been attacked on her way home she hadn't gotten away and ran to her neighbors and called her parents. When I arrived she was back at her parents house and I knocked on the door. The father answered and he just stared at me, one word a name came from his mouth, Nathaniel. It rang in my head for a second, before I shook my head and said no. The guy looked like he was crest fallen and introduced himself as Lyle Bianchi. For some reason that name sounded familiar somewhere in the back of my mind. When I met the daughter Natalie Gina Bianchi, I had this overwhelming urge to catch the son of bitch who did this. My blood was racing through my veins on fire I felt that I had no choice, but to help this. I was always on drive to catch the scum bags that beat up and hurt kids, but for some reason this one was different. We did catch the guy and what he said to me when first interrogated him rang in my head for weeks after that. In that tough talk back attitude criminals have he had said "What are you related to the bitch." He caught me off my guard.
In the fall of '05 Mac went down to Miami breifly while he tried to track down Henry Darius. He called me when he was on his way back saying that Darius was back in New York with Alexa Endicott. We putt detail on all the properties, but he somehow got past it. We got the call out and that's when I met Lt. Caine. Something was familiar about him like I'd seen him somewhere before. I brushed it off and kept my mind on the case.
When the case was over I called up my adoptive dad and asked him if he had ever worked with Horatio Caine when I was younger and if he had ever come over. His answer was a prompt and rushed no followed by a I have to go now, I'm busy. I knew something was up, but I haven't thought about it much for a long while.
Mac's come to me saying that I need to go into protective custody because some wack job's called Lt. Caine threatening my life. I cam e right out and said I haven't got any threats from and I can look after myself that I was completely capable. He said it sounded serious and they wanted to take all cautionary measures and if he had to he'd just have Danny hang out with me. My only question is why'd this sicko call Lt. Caine to threaten me rather than just calling to threaten me. Unless this is just part of answer into my unknown life before I became a Flack.
A/N: Now you all know who Nathaniel is unless you don't watch CSI:NY. I would like to ask for you the readers opnion sense I'm stuck and don't know what to do in deciding a certain pairing. Should I:
Don(Nathaniel)/Lindsay FM Radio
Don(Nathaniel)/Audrie (My OC that's Don's GF in a lot of stories)
Don(Nathaniel)/New OC
Don(Nathaniel)/One of the female Miami CSIs)
Your opnion will help me make a final decsion. I myself am leaning more towards FM or A new OC
Thanks everyone. StoryDreamer
