my brain is back after it's long break here's chapter seven.
Reveiws are welcome. Kabcsi you too!
Apologys it's not beta-ed

4 weeks later

"Tell me about your father?"
Jackson shifted nervously in his chair, resting his forehead upon his hand.

"There isn't much to tell" Replied Jackson, this time he lifted and made eye contact with the aging physiatrist.
"You never knew him?"

"I know of him, I know who he is but I don't know him" Jackson then brought his hand to his beard, rubbing his chin feeling the groove there. A feature his father gave him. A lot of his features came from his father, his unruly brown curls that did what they wanted to. His wife loved them but Jackson hated his hair...it was hard to style, he always wanted long hair back when he was younger but it seemed to grow into an afro; so it had to be kept short.

The Smile, so much like his father's yet uniquely his own. Most said it was beautiful (especially the ladies) but all he saw was a bunch of acrylic teeth that belonged to nobody.
and the most redeeming feature; His brain, although it seemed to be wired backwards, could absorb the slightest detail like a sponge.
If Jackson knew that these features came from his father, he'd probably hate him more.

Jackson Continued "I only met him once...I would have been five years old" the man in the other chair listened attentively, to every word Jackson muttered. He watched how Jackson's point of focus would drift away and look at something on the wall behind him, how his eyes would glaze slightly at the mention of his father. Something in his eyes was missing, empty eyes...like something had been taken away.

Through this haze Jackson continued to speak...his eyes unfocused.
"I remember bits...like he wore this atrocious aftershave...I smell the aftershave sometimes and it takes me back" he smiled unconsciously happy "He took me to a cubs game and took me for Ice cream" Jackson could remember most of that day in detail, the smells, the weather and the incredibly happy face on both his and his father's face's time when he didn't care because the only thing that mattered was...his father came for him.

They were seated in a corner booth Jackson's tiny little legs dangling over the edge of the seat...neither could get the grin off their faces.
"Jackson what would you like to eat?"The boy looked at the menu in front of him, seeing all the ice cream combinations he could have... he looked at the cheapest.
"Vanilla ice cream please"
"Just vanilla! You a plain old vanilla boy?"gil chided at the boy knowing his mother was strict or the boy was shy. Grabbing the boy's little hand.
"come on your mother isn't here...what do you really want?" Jackson smiled giddily and pointed a finger at the chocolate triple.
"That's my boy" Grissom smiled ruffling the boy's hair.

"Chocolate triple with sauce and sprinkles" again Jackson smiled in remembrance, he wished he could go back to those times...but he couldn't so much had changed "I just remember having such admiration for this man who promised me the moon and gave me peanuts"

Jackson was tired, his little legs weren't working much and his small arms dead weight hanging from his shoulders. He'd had the best day ever. But right now he was the tiredest little boy in the world. He'd played catch with his dad...bust his face on a bench, making a mark which was sure to last. Watched a game of baseball, ate a hotdog and now he was pooped.

Gil walked behind the his son noticing how he was no longer walking but plodding along it was then he realised how much he'd missed. The last time he'd saw his little ball of fluff was so long ago...he barely had eye colouring. Now he had a beautiful blue one like him and a beautiful brown one like his mother. It was either the drugs or some genetic mutation...but he was still beautiful.

Grissom picked up his son and carried him home.
Once at the apartment Jackson bushed his teeth got dressed in his Spiderman PJ's and climbed into his bed with his father at his side.
"Good night Jackson" whispered gil, stroking Jackson's curls

"Good night daddy" said the tired little boy, he yawned then fell into a deep sleep. Grissom watched him sleep, his little eyes closed, his even breathing and his soft little snore.
He cried, he cried and cried. He always will.

"He promised me he'd stay But he never came back for me"
Then an alarm sung, buzzing and shaking.

"Well that's our session" said the old man in the chair as he fumbled to turn the alarm off. "Same time next week?"
Jackson nodded and left the room stepping into the evening Vegas looked down at his watch
7:30
time for work.