Chapter 2: Uncle Nicky
The twins sat in the brake room watching TV, eating dinner. When Nick walked in.
"Hey girls, how you doing?" He smiled that big Texas smile.
"Hi Uncle Nicky, wanna help us color?" They mirrored Nick's Texas smile.
"Wish I could, but I got a lot of work to do. Tell you what thought I'll come back in an hour or so, and I'll color with you then ok.
"ok. Is anybody else here that could color with us?"
Sara walked by just as Kiyla asked.
"Sara can, she doesn't have to work right now."
Sara peeked around the corner.
"Of Corse I'll color with, you why didn't you ask before?" Sara stepped in the brake room.
"We didn't see you till now." the twins replied in unison.
"Love you girls I'll be in the lab getting results then in my office if you need me ok?" Nick kissed both girls, and left the room.
He walked down the hall to the lab. Greg smiled at Nick as he walked threw the door.
"I have results for your recent kidnapping. A Marcus Drakler's DNA finger print, but we have a problem he's in a coma. He was in a car accident a week ago."
"So the print's are old. Great that means we have no leads and I can't help that family get their kid back. I have to help them."
"Jeez Nicky take a breath. You can do this, if anyone can its you Nick I know it." Greg walked up to Nick and started to put his hands on his shoulders, but stopped him self and backed up. "I don't know why I just did that I'm sorry."
With that Nick left, a look of pain on his face. Greg thought it was him that had caused the pain, but Nick didn't tell him what was actually wrong. He hasn't told anyone his big secret no one but Sara. Who also knows why Greg wanted to touch him so badly.
Dan dan dan…. Well you already know the secret or you should. If you don't then reread the summery 'cuz that should tell you. Neway I hope you like it so far cuz if you don't I'm screwed six ways to Sunday. Sorry had some self steam issues lately not ur fault. Neway please tell me what you think. Like it or not I need the input help me on my path please. Thanks.
