this is one is about Grace but Vartillows is just around the corner.
PART THREE: Some Years Aren't Worth Remembering
It was the beginning of the year 2006 and Grace felt her high school degree slipping through her fingers. Years of neglecting classes had turned into this, one hot school mess. She felt she was letting her down. Every hope Catherine Willows might have had on her would now go to waist. She wasn't graduating next year, that was a certainty, but now she doubted she would ever will. She was not just letting herself down, she was letting her mother down. And that was what was hurting the most. So she did the only thing she could think of, she knock at her counselor's door hoping she'd have an answer for her plea.
"Mom, we gotta talk!" said Grace right after after her mom arrived home. Catherine didn't say a word, she just waited for Grace to keep on talking.
"I need an internship!" said Grace with a huge smile.
"An internship..?!" Catherine looked confused as she tried to understand her oldest daughter.
"I need to get my grades up. So I went to talk with my counselor and she said an internship would help. And I thought maybe I could do it at the lab..."
Grace had huge smile on her face as she entered those doors. She knew that place. She knew that place way too well for a sixteen year old. But she couldn't help but smile. She looked at the place that was going to be her work desk for the next few months. She was happy.
"Hey Nick! Nick wait!" she said as she approached him from behind.
"Hey Gracie! Your mom is out on a case but I can leave..."
"I...I... I know ... But this" she said as she went to pick up a package "came for you".
2006 was a year she would never forget and not for the good reasons. Yes, she had grown up. And yes, she had got closer to Nick Stokes after believing she'd never see him again. Yes, she had figured out what she was going to do for the rest of her life. But on her seventeen birthday one of the people she looked up the most to was shot and left hanging with a dead treat in a hospital bed. And on the day her grandfather was supposed to give her (late) birthday present not only her sister was kidnapped but Sam Braun died in her mother's arms. Yes, 2006 would not be a year she would remember for the good reasons.