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Brooke looked at her calendar; it had been a week since she talked to Lucas. She kept willing him to call again, but so far she wasn't having any luck. When she wasn't thinking about Lucas her mind always drifted to Lindsey. At the insistence of her friends and family she had decided to table the Gone Girl talk, 'Lindsey was dead right' she thought to herself before checking the time, she looked at her watch, "shit I'm going to be late meeting with the realtor." She grabbed her keys and headed over to the last house her sister would ever live in, 'if she really is dead,' she thought again. She pulled out of the driveway and thought about the last time she spoke to her sister…

"You're rubbing your ear Linds." Brooke said, feeling a little annoyed, "you come over here out of the blue and ask to crash here for a few days." Brooke put her hands on her hips, "you want my help, I need the truth."

Lindsey instantly put her hand down, "I'm divorcing Lucas, I am filing papers tomorrow. You know Lucas, better than most; you know he's going to flip out. So I wanted to know if I could stay here a few days, you know until all of crazy blows over and we can move forward."

"You're divorcing Luke because of the gardener?" Brooke sighed, "I wish I could say that I was surprised, but if we're being frank here you two had no business getting married in the first place. Have you EVER been faithful to him Lindsey?"

Lindsey mocked, "This should make you happy, we both know you've been drooling over him since you were fifteen. Once I'm out of the picture you can just fill that void, like you've been trying to for years."

Brooke shook her head, "Are you still harping about that, I already told you that isn't what happened. You are certifiable Linds I swear."

"Please, you're my sister and I know Lucas." Lindsey crossed her arms; Brooke could see the swallow tattoo on her wrist, Lindsey had been pestering her to get matching sister tattoos and when Brooke finally caved they settled on swallows; she frowned and touched the swallow tattoo on her own wrist. "You think I'm the only one that hasn't been faithful?" She reached out for Brooke's hand, "I just wish you weren't so naïve Brookey, you aren't special to him, he would fuck a hole in a mattress if it felt good."

Brooke could feel tears forming in her eyes, "Why are you so mean? I'm your sister, your only sister and you have been nasty to me for years. This doesn't have anything to do with Luke, or what you think happened between us. You want to file for divorce, put your big girl panties on and face the consequences of your actions. You can't stay here, I won't play mediator this time."

Lindsey sulked, "Brookey, if I can't stay here I'll have to shack up with mom and dad. I'm 26 years old, if I moved back in with mom and dad that would be pathetic."

Brooke didn't respond to her whining she knew if she did Lindsey would pick at her till she gave in, not today, "I think you should go Linds, I have a class."

"Fine," Lindsey grabbed her purse and headed to the door, "Are we still on for spin in the morning? Maybe we can get breakfast afterwards, I miss you Brookey."

Brooke followed Lindsey to the door, "Alright Linds, I'll see you in the morning."

Brooke came out of the memory and realized she was about to pull into the driveway at Luke and Lindsey's house. She pulled in and got out of the car, she noticed the front door was open. She walked inside, "Hello?"

"Miss Davis," the man smiled extending his hand, "David Woods, nice to meet you."

Brooke smiled in return, David looked to be in his early 30's with raven colored hair and deep blue eyes, 'he looks like he could be Nathan and Lucas's older brother.' "You as well, have you been waiting long?"

"No Miss Davis, how about we do the walk-through and get this house sold for you?" He smiled again.

'Please can we,' she thought for herself, "Alrighty lead the way."

Brooke sat on the steps that lead to the front stoop and waited for the movers to come remove all of the furniture and bring it to the new storage unit she had just rented. Her mind kept wandering to Lindsey and that last conversation, Brooke took out her phone and googled Chris Keller. The first link that came up was for his parents' hotel. Brooke kept scrolling, she was a few links down when she saw a link to an Instagram account. Brooke clicked the site and started snooping, she didn't get very far before she found something alarming. Without even thinking she ran to her car and peeled out of the driveway. Fifteen minutes later she parked in front of Nathan and Haley's house.

She started pounding on the front door, a few moments later Haley answered, "Brooke, what is going on?"

"She's alive Hales!" Brooke screamed as she marched inside.

Nathan came jogging down the stairs, "Davis have you lost your mind? Jamie is upstairs asleep, what is the matter?"

"Lindsey's alive and I can prove it." Brooke said out of breath.

"Honey we already talked about this," Haley started in a calm voice, "how about a cup of tea?"

Brooke looked from Nathan and Haley and back again, "Okay, I'm sorry for screaming and I know I sound like a lunatic but I can prove it, please just let me show you."

Nathan looked at his watch, "Davis you have exactly three minutes before I call your parents. Lindsey is dead; I thought we agreed we were going to move on. What happened to moving forward?"

Brooke headed into their living room and grabbed the remote to Nathan's smart television and went to the google app. She googled Chris Keller and went to his Instagram page, "Look, there is Chris Keller," she looked at Nathan and Haley and received no reaction; she scrolled down and clicked on the picture that had prompted her to drive over. It was a picture of Chris and a heavily pregnant woman on the beach, her bump exposed, the sunrise peeking through, Chris's lips were pressed to the bump.

"So this guy Keller knocked up someone," Nathan said, still not understanding where Brooke was going with this. He looked at his watch, "you have one more minute left."

"It's Lindsey," Brooke walked up to the big screen, "I know her face isn't exactly in the picture but look," she pointed to the hand rested on Chris's cheek, "there's the swallow tattoo."

"Circumstantial," Haley said squinting to really see the picture, "bird tattoos are really popular right now." She couldn't bring herself to say this out loud but the woman in the picture did sort of look like Lindsey, her hair and skin were darker, but she looked like the girl Haley had met when she was 8 years old.

"Alright," Brooke ran her hands through her hair, "What about that?"

Nathan looked at the big scar on the calf of the woman in the picture, "Didn't Lindsey have a giant scar on the calf of her right leg?"

"Yes," Brooke continued, "We were all together when it happened; Lindsey forgot the house keys and insisted she be the one to climb in the back bathroom window."

Nathan laughed, "I remember now, Luke and I said you should do it because you were smaller. Lindsey pushed you to the side and tried to fit herself in the window, she caught her leg on a nail or something right." Nathan grabbed Haley's hand and squeezed it.

"I don't seem so crazy now do I?" Brooke scolded, "One last thing, do you see her right arm, she's rubbing her ear. Lindsey does that whenever she's lying or she's nervous. Most of the time she doesn't even realize she's doing it."

Nathan took the remote from Brooke's hand and started scrolling through the other photos, 'the pregnant girl is showcased a lot' he thought, 'but why don't we ever see her face.' He clicked on another picture of Chris and the girl, it was a wedding photo, this time her face was obscured by Chris's face, but Nathan saw all he needed to see, "Look, it's the Davis dimple pattern," Nathan pointed to the girl's cheek and chin with the cluster of three specific dimples. I only know three people with dimples like that, you, your mother and your sister."

Haley brought her hand to her face, "Nathan what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to call Luke's attorney," Nathan stood up, "then I think we should go see Luke," he looked at Brooke, "all of us."

Brooke was in a fog the rest of the afternoon, she wasn't sure what to believe. She was sitting on her bed thinking about how she was going to prepare herself for seeing Luke in a few days. She heard the phone ring and she quickly picked it up. "Hello?"

"I need to speak to Brooke Davis," the voice paused, "This is Jimmy Edwards, Lucas Scott's attorney."

"Speaking," Brooke said.

"Miss Davis, I assume you know why I'm calling?" Jimmy began, "Nathan Scott came into my office and claimed to have evidence that your sister is still alive and living in Brazil. I told him that was preposterous, Lindsey Davis-Scott was dead and he should leave Lucas's appeal to me. I told him to go home, care for his family and consider the Davis family's feelings the next time he came down. Do you want to know what he told me next?" He paused rhetorically, "He said that the person that brought the information to him was you, the victim's very own sister."

"It was," Brooke took a deep breath, "I was cleaning out their house and I found letters that had belonged to my sister. Letters that came from Chris Keller, a man my sister had been involved with off and on for almost a decade."

"I know about Mr. Keller, his name came up in our preliminary searches into your sister's background when I took on Lucas's case. There isn't any evidence they were still in contact for six months prior to her disappearance." Jimmy said.

"I have hand written letters that came through the post office, can those be tracked?" Brooke wondered, biting her nails.

"You physically have these letters in your possession?"

"Yes." Brooke answered immediately.

"And where is it that you said you found them?" Jimmy quizzed, "Why didn't you contact me after you found the alleged correspondence?"

"I..." Brooke hesitated, "I didn't think anything of it at first, my sister had several extra marital affairs Mr. Edwards. Nathan, Haley and my friend Rachel convinced me that I was grasping at straws."

"Withholding evidence of a crime Miss Davis carries a hefty fine and in some cases jail time," Jimmy paused, "Fabricating evidence is even worse."

"I didn't withhold or fabricate anything Mr. Edwards." Brooke said a little aggressively. "Did Nathan show you the Instagram account?"

"Yes, I did see the similarities," Jimmy paused to talk to someone in his office, "I am sending a private investigator down to Brazil to check into your allegations. Are you currently at home Miss Davis?"

"I am," Brooke was confused, "How come?"

"I am coming over shortly with Prosecutor McFadden and a detective to collect the letters." Jimmy coughed, "I will also need to know who handled the letters and if they are available for finger printing."

"That's easy, I handled them." Brooke closed her eyes to visualize who else she had shown them to, "Oh and Chase, my... Chase, he handled one of them when I asked him to translate it. He's a doctor, he should be done with his shift at the hospital in about an hour."

"Alright Miss Davis, listen carefully I need you to take all of the letters and put them in a clear Ziploc bag, then write the time and date in sharpie marker, seal it shut, I don't want you to touch them again until I get there do you understand?"

Brooke nodded, "Yes Mr. Edwards I understand."

Brooke's phone rang after she finishing bagging up all of Lindsey's letters, "Hello," Brooke said out of breath.

"Both times I've called you, you have been out of breath," Lucas said on the other line, "What are you doing?"

"Luke," Brooke almost squealed. "Have you had a nice week?" Brooke shook her head when she realized she just asked someone in prison if they were having a good week.

"It's better now," Lucas said, "I talked to Nathan today, he said you guys are coming up to see me this weekend. Is that true?"

"Yes," Brooke gulped, "I have something to tell you."

"About Lindsey being a zombie?" Lucas asked, "I already know, Jimmy called me after Nathan left his office. So she might be alive huh?"

"A zombie?" Brooke gigged, "I don't want to get your hopes up but the pictures really looked like her." Brooke bit her lip.

Lucas sighed, "I'm going to kill her if she turns out to be alive. I mean if she wanted to go make a life with someone else all she had to do was file for divorce. We had already had conversations about it." He sighed louder this time, "I'm not going to think about it. So why are you coming with Nate to see me?"

"I miss you," Brooke blurted out.

"I miss you too pretty girl." Lucas laughed, "We need to talk, so it will be nice to see you, I never apologized for the almost kiss that landed you in the hospital. I'm sorry, I should have never taken advantage of you like that."

Brooke huffed, "You didn't take advantage of me Lucas Scott, Lindsey was out of town for work," 'knowing about all of these affairs though makes me wonder about all her work related travel,' Brooke thought, "we had been drinking. Besides it was an ALMOST kiss, nothing happened." The line was silent for a while, "Luke?"

"I wanted something to happen," Lucas whispered, "Then you pulled back, I freaked out and you started having an asthma attack and I had to take you to the hospital. I could have killed you Brooke, just thinking about it now, that burden would have been too much for me to bear."

"That's a little dramatic don't you think. It was my fault, I didn't have my rescue inhaler." Brooke's heart was pounding at the other admission. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to kiss me? I have thought this entire time that you thought what almost transpired between us was a mistake."

"When would I have told you, it wasn't long after that that Lindsey disappeared, I wasn't really your favorite person after that." Lucas ran his hands through his hair, "We don't have much more time but I want you to know YOU were the reason my appearance changed, why I was drinking, why I picked a fight with Nathan. It didn't have anything to do with Lindsey... I had feelings for you and I was wrestling with what that meant. I mean falling in love with your wife's little sister, that's got tella novella written all over it."

Brooke's breath hitched in her throat, "You had feelings for me?"

"No," Lucas gulped, "Not had, have... I have feelings for you Brooke and your sister knew it."

So... That was chapter 3, I hope you all liked it. :) It was a lot of fun to write. Let me know what you're thinking and review, review, review.

Thanks again for reading!

Krystal