Keats adjusted Sloane's veil and fluffed it out behind her. Sloane's honey blond curls were surrounding her delicately curved face and Keats was sure that she had never seen her look more exquisite.

Sloane was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, but she paused to glance at Keats. They shared a moment of simple peace, the briefest second of bonding that only siblings as close as twins can share. Keats handed her sister the bouquet of white roses with the dangling satin ribbons and straightened out her train.

T.C. Remington knocked on the door to the bride's room and came in hesitantly. His inability to experience his daughter's day of joy was a direct result of his neglect. But despite that, Sloane was incredibly happy to see him.

"Daddy." She said as she stood, modeling the dress for his approval. He gave an awkward grin and kissed her cheek, his eyes turning pink with regret. Sloane hugged her father, an unspoken sign of forgiveness for all his past wrongs.

"Juniper, it's your turn to walk down the aisle. Remember? In front of Sloane, just the way we practiced?" Grammy Remington held open the door wearing a pink dress suit and matching corsage.

"It's your turn…" Keats remembered the night she went drinking with Ryan. She also remembered waking up the next morning in bed with him, even though she hadn't known it at the time. And she had married him without a single memory of the occurrence.

"Juniper…they're waiting for you." She called to her through the dense fog of her memories. Keats blinked a few times and she grabbed her own bouquet of red roses, taking a deep breath as she walked in front of the double doors leading to the vestibule.

"You know, Horatio…I've seen some pretty disgusting remains in the field, but this one…" Alexx covered her mouth with the back of her hand to keep from retching. A decomposing corpse had been shoved in an empty room aboard a cruise ship and hadn't been discovered until they reached the port.

"He's had two weeks to fester, and this pleasure cruise didn't do him any favors." She mumbled as she examined the body. Horatio slipped on his sunglasses as Detective Tripp handed him a passenger manifest.

"This man was one of the chefs onboard. They thought he stayed ashore back in Cozumel, Mexico." Tripp said.

"Obviously, Frank, someone didn't think too highly of his cooking."

Ryan stood pacing in the hallway as Horatio described the conversation he'd shared with Ouida Remington. He had met her in the Lobby two hours before the wedding and they discussed Keats' future almost as if she would have no part in shaping it.

"You must understand, Lt. Caine, that she is my granddaughter and I love her. That having been said, I told her the truth this morning. I was willing to have her despise me because I knew how much she loved working at your Lab…but after I told her, she didn't seemed surprised at all. 'You've always been like this, Grammy!' she told me… I underestimated her." Ouida's outward face was cracking like porcelain.

"I appreciate your honesty, Mrs. Remington, but where does she stand as of now?"

"I don't know…she still seemed set on the idea of going to Biloxi with me. I tried to talk her out of it…I know she can't possibly want to go with me. Juniper is an odd girl…she's very loving at times, but she runs away from everything. If she is determined to stay here in Miami, then I can't possibly stop her. But I can't force her to stay, either. That choice is only hers to make, I'm afraid." She said, revealing herself to be just an old, lonely, vulnerable woman.

"So you're saying we can't do anything?" Ryan asked incredulously. Horatio shook his head, appearing to be calm. Inside, however, he was greatly distressed.

"If June really wants to stay…if she's not afraid to face her demons…then she'll stay. But none of us can intervene in this. It has to be of her own free will… I suppose this is the ultimate test of her dedication to this Lab." Horatio began to leave, his face lined with concern. Then he stopped and glanced at Ryan.

"…and her dedication to you."

Keats sat beside her half-sisters Cecily and Lavinia, barely tasting her piece of cake. The girls had swallowed their food whole and were looking at Keats, watching her pick at her dessert. She grinned and slid the plate over to them, laughing as they devoured it and licked the plate clean.

T.C. Remington walked up to his daughter and held out his hand to her. Keats didn't quite understand his intention, but she let herself be guided onto the dance floor as her father placed a loving arm around her.

"Dance with me, kiddo?" He asked hopefully. Keats nodded, flushing slightly at the thought of dancing in front of everyone.

"Your grandma tells me you're moving in with her. Is that true?" He said softly, swaying to the music. Keats bit her lip.

"Don't answer, sweetheart. Just listen," he gave a sigh as though he were about to impart something that he would just as soon not say, "You may be shy at times like your mother, but you're exactly like me in every other way. When you were little…and Mommy was out of town on location doing photo shoots…I was a wreck. I didn't know how to take care of three young men, let alone two little girls.

I asked Grammy to take care of you. I placed the burden on her and ran away from my responsibility. Ever since then I've regretted that decision. I missed getting to know you and your sister…and how wonderful you both turned out. I missed it all.

And I know this may not make a lot of sense to you, sweetie, but…you can't hide from your problems. They'll always be there, whether you're twenty-one, fifty, or ninety-nine. You might as well face them now, while you've still got a chance to make a difference. Do you…understand what I'm saying?" T.C. finished with a nervous smile.

"Yes, Daddy. I do." She said as she hugged and kissed him. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded to her, waving as she left the dining hall of the hotel. Ouida walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"She's really growing up, isn't she?" Grammy whispered in a sigh.