A/N:So here it is. Chapter 11 is not beta readed, too, so I hope that somebody of you will be good to send me a PM with the mistakes so I would be able to fix themI hope you enjoy the update, every kind of reviews are welcome. It's a little bit filler chapter. I don't know when the next one will be ready because my term at the university starts at Monday. See you soon. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

3 months later

Sometimes Martin thought that choosing a gift for thirteen-years-old girl is the hardest way to spend your free weekend. His niece was going to have a birthday on the next day and he still hadn't decided which one of the all great things he saw to buy for her. Lisa was a great girl and he wanted the best for her. His sister was making a party for the family. Martin suspected that she and their mother wanted to make things up between him and his father. They hadn't spoken since that day in the office about three months ago. But the pain still was too much for him. For the last months he managed to survive only because he hoped that his father was going to realize his feelings was real and would tell him where Sam is. But Victor was stubborn and didn't talk about that at all. Martin was stubborn, too and refused to talk with his father until he told him. The situation was very unpleasant and the party was going to be hard probably for all of them. Martin was thinking for excusing himself and not going but his sister already had told Lisa that he is going to be there and he couldn't disappoint her. She was the last thing left from his brother and he loved her like his own child. So he was going to stand spending a few hours with his father.

Martin was so lost in thoughts that he didn't notice the woman who was watching him from the other side of the street until she came to him.

"Hey, Martin, what you are doing here?"

"Hi, Catherine." He said a little tiredly. She wasn't exactly the best person to meet on the street when you are hunting for a birthday present for your niece. "I am just watching, you know. I am looking for a birthday present."

"Oh, for who?" she asked curiously.

"For my niece."

"How old is she?"

"Thirteen."

"Want some help?" she proposed.

Martin realized that maybe it wasn't so bad to meet Catherine. She definitely knew better than him what to choose so he nodded in agreement.

An hour later Catherine had choused the gift and they were eating ice cream at the cafй.

"I didn't know that you have a brother or a sister…" she obviously wanted to know more. And Martin felt like talking for a first time from a very long time.

"I have an older sister and I had a brother."

"Oh, I am sorry about him." Cath didn't want him to withdraw so she didn't insist.

"There is nothing." Martin appreciated her tact show. "He died long time ago. Ten years ago actually. Lisa was only three years old. She doesn't remember him."

"So she is his daughter, not your sister's?" Catherine was happy that for a first time Martin shared so much about him. "How old was he?"

He licked his lips.

"Yes, Lisa was his. But now my sister is taking care for her so she is sort of hers, too. He was twenty-three." Martin stopped for a moment. "We were twins."

The silence was a little bit uncomfortable but none of them knew what to say. Suddenly Martin remembered that his sister told him that he could bring a friend with him and the words left his mouth before he even had the time to think about it.

"Do you want to come with me to the party?"

"What?" Catherine was surprised.

"Do you want to come with me to the birthday party?" he repeated. "My sister told me to bring someone."

"Okay. I'll come." She smiled.

On the next evening Martin was happy that he invited her. He have had become mad if she wasn't there to talk with. All of his relatives was asking him why he is mad at his father or were trying to reconcile them. Catherine was the only one who helped him avoiding his father. It seemed that she felt just fine with all these people around her. Lisa was happy to meet her and playfully winked to Martin when he introduced them.

It happened at the end of the evening. Martin was talking with Catherine next to one of the big windows in the living room.

"What about her mother? Where is she?"

"I don't know." His brother's wife was a mystery. "Lisa meets her from time to time but I don't know where she is."

"So she didn't want to take care for a child alone after your brother's death?" Catherine felt like she is passing the limits but Martin seemed to not mind.

"Actually she was taking care for the child alone. They get divorced soon after they get married when Sintia was four months pregnant. My father took care for her after the divorce. He bought her a house in Miami. Michael, my brother, had a problem with the drugs so he didn't have any parental rights but had visitations. But practically for three years she was raising Lisa alone."

Martin felt like said enough. He didn't want to tell the whole story. Lisa came to them to show them a nice bracelet that he saw his father to give her a few minutes ago.

"Uncle, see what mom send me for my birthday."

"It's very beautiful, honey." He smiled. "Just like you."

Lisa blushed lightly. Her blue eyes sparkled. She moved to hug him.

And then the shot came. Martin heard how the window broke and saw the bullet passing throw the girl's arm. By instinct he caught her and pulled her down, hiding her with his body. And then he was only seeing the long dark brown haired head in his arms.