Hi my lovelies! So here is the new chapter for Ghosts... I am really enjoying updating this story. Shout out to all of you that set up favorites and alerts and of course thank you to all of my loyal reviewers (brucas, britt, aschly, dianehermans, thibbs65, sandygirl and the guests) you guys are the reason I update so quickly. :)

Thanks!

Krystal

Chapter 6:

Brooke opened her mouth to speak when her cell phone rang, "I'm very popular today. Hello."

"Miss Davis it's Jimmy Edwards, we found her."

Brooke gasped and dropped the phone, "B?" Rachel said, "What is it, what's wrong?" Rachel picked up the phone, "This is Rachel Gatina, who is this?" Rachel directed Brooke to the couch and sat her down.

"Miss Gatina this is Jimmy Edwards, Lucas Scott's attorney." Jimmy replied, "Where is Miss Davis?"

"She's sitting right next to me. What did you say to her?" Rachel responded with a hostile tone.

"Mr. Morello found Lorelei Keller, the woman we believe is actually her sister Lindsey Davis-Scott." Jimmy paused, "Prosecutor McFadden is going to be contacting Lindsey's next of kin. They will need to exhume her remains to re-confirm DNA."

"Huh, so the bitch pulled off faking her death? My mind is completely blown right now, sorry. So will the United States extradite her? What's the next step?" Rachel asked as she began to rub Brooke's back.

"I'm really not at liberty to discuss anything further with you Miss Gatina, is Miss Davis available to finish up our conversation?"

Rachel put the phone down for a second, "Brooke honey Mr. Edwards would like to talk to you."

Brooke put the phone to her ear, "Hi Mr. Edwards, I'm sorry I'm just in shock I suppose."

"That's understandable," He said, "I wanted to give you a heads up before Mr. McFadden contacted your parents."

Brooke smirked, "You're too late, my mother called me right before you did to yell at me." She sat up, "So let's say they confirm that the body my family had a funeral for isn't my sister and the woman living in Rio is Lindsey. What happens next? Will she be extradited? Will Lucas be released immediately?"

"That's unfortunate; I thought I had a jump on that call. Because my investigator's photographs are now considered exculpatory evidence I had to release that information to Mr. McFadden before I contacted you. I can't tell you exactly what's going to happen but hypothetically speaking, the likelihood of the DA's office seeking extradition is minimal. To my knowledge your sister hasn't committed any federal crime, since she never made an attempt to collect on her life insurance policy the fraud she is guilty of is all to do in relation to the corpse she misappropriated. Illegal disposal of a corpse carries minimal jail time. I think the maximum penalty is 2 years. The real question will be where the body came from. If your sister killed someone, then framed Lucas obviously that can carry a life sentence." Jimmy paused, "However until we verify the identity of the person your family buried I cannot tell you what is going to happen."

"What about bigamy?" Brooke asked.

"Unlikely," Jimmy answered, "A US citizen has to apply for a marriage license and perform a ceremony in the United States for a marriage to be considered legal."

"So my sister is living in Rio De Janeiro with Chris Keller and you can't MAKE her come home?" Brooke sighed, "What does that mean for Lucas?"

"When we verify the DNA of the corpse in your family plot. If it turns out that the body is not your sister Lucas could be exonerated in a little as month. Now to answer your question about Lindsey returning home. That's up to the DA's office and the state department." Jimmy hesitated before continuing, "As of twelve hours ago your sister is living under the assumed name Lorelei Keller, her and Chris have been married for a little over a year. They were celebrating their anniversary while Owen was staying in the Keller's hotel. They have one child, a daughter, Penelope Ninon, aged three months."

Brooke stopped him, "Wait, Penelope Ninon?"

Brooke heard Jimmy Edwards flipping through his notes, "Yes, Penelope Ninon Keller."

"Interesting," Brooke said, "Penelope is my middle name and Ninon was the name of my paternal grandmother." 'How original Linds' Brooke thought to herself.

"I should cancel tonight right?" Rachel said leaning her head against Brooke's.

"Hell no, go have a good time. Fall in love, get married, make babies and be marry." Brooke laughed when she saw Rachel's face, "Too much?"

Rachel laughed, "It's our first date turbo." Rachel pulled at the collar of her shirt.

Brooke stood up and snapped, "I have the perfect outfit, I just thought of it." Brooke headed towards her bedroom then hesitated in the doorway, "Wait where are you going?"

"We're heading to the Spectrum. We have tickets to the Improv, dinner at Umamiburger after and maybe drinks." Rachel looked at her nails, "If I'm going anywhere I need to fix my nails."

Brooke nodded and darted into her bedroom, she re-emerged holding a garment bag. She hung it up on the wall hooks reserved for purses and keys. She unzipped the bag, "Here, if you like it you can keep it actually."

Rachel stood up and peeked into the bag, "Who talked you into buying this? It's totally not your style."

"Nope, it isn't. The salesgirl at Bloomingdale's was TOO good at her job." Brooke leaned back in the wing-back chair in the corner.

Rachel took the romper and headed to the bathroom, "Only thing I'm worried about is the length, I'm taller than you are." A few minutes later Rachel re-appeared, "So what do you think?" She did a slow spin for her best friend.

Brooke looked at the black Lucy Paris romper with embroidered sheer boho bell sleeves. It cinched in at Rachel's waist perfectly and because of the sheer embroidered overlay covering the shorts added the right amount of length. "It looks great. I think you should finish it with nickle accessories, a silver clutch and silver nails."

Rachel clapped excitedly, "Yay! This is great, I think this little number is coming home with me. So do you think black ankle booties or black t-strap wedges?"

"It's warm enough for wedges. I think you should go with wedges." Brooke re-crossed her legs, "I think you you should let me do your hair before you leave though."

"I was just going to wear it down." Rachel frowned.

Brooke shook her head, "Down works, but if you wear it down you won't be able to showcase the cute back keyhole cutout." Brooke went to the refrigerator and brought back two bottled waters, "I want to do a french braid starting at the nape of your neck, stop just under the crown finish it off with a rubber band, then put it into a ratty unfinished bun. What do you think?"

"I think you're a lifesaver B." Rachel smiled, "So can we stop talking about me for a minute, I want to hear about how excited you are about Lucas getting out."

Brooke went to the bathroom and returned with nail polish remover and silver metallic polish. "Let's fix your nails."

"Alright, spill." Rachel sat down and began the to remove her old chipped polish.

"I'm more nervous than excited, what if Lindsey really is dead. Then we have to start this process all over again to prove Lucas's innocence and get him out of prison." Brooke's face fell, "I came to the realization a few days ago Rach that I want to make a life with Lucas and I'm terrified I won't be able to."

"That's totally normal. Lindsey has done everything she can to fuck with you and your happiness." Rachel rubbed a cotton ball against her nails, "You and Lucas have had at least a dozen glimpses into what life would be like if you got to love each other. That's a dozen that I personally have witnessed. The only reason they ended up getting married was because Lucas was determined to do the right thing by your sister and your parents."

Brooke put her head in her hands, "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about Lindsey's "pregnancy scare" a month before the wedding."

"I didn't, Haley didn't. They were on a break, but it was on the down low. You and Lucas were spending an insane amount of time together and Lindsey couldn't take it." Rachel paused, "She couldn't ever take it when anyone noticed you first, especially Lucas. I would love to hear her reasoning behind framing him for murder though because there's no evidence that Lucas abused her, there's nothing she can say that could remotely justify trying to set him up. I wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing had less to do with Lucas and more to do with keeping YOU away from him. And she knew Lucas was in LOVE with you," Rachel smiled, "To have been a fly on the wall for that talk. I bet the look on Lindsey's face was priceless. Lindsey wasn't happy being ever being second best."

Brooke laughed, "Nope, she wasn't. It was so hard being her sister. If everything works out that she is in fact living in Rio and they don't decide to extradite her, I need to know why she did it. I'm her sister, Lucas was her husband. I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of anger."

"I'll tell you one thing for sure B, if Lindsey isn't dead and she finds out you and Lucas are going to get a happily ever after re-write. I want you to purchase a gun, because nothing is going to stop her from coming after you." Rachel shook her head, "It doesn't matter that she's in love with Chris and that she has a child, she isn't going to let you win."

Brooke thought carefully as Rachel's ominous words began to sink in, 'could she be right?' she wondered, 'did Lindsey punish Luke because she really wanted to punish me?' A chill washed over her body, she did her best to shake it off, "Alright let's get your nails done so I can do your hair."

Brooke woke up the next morning having gotten the worst night's sleep ever, it was like she hadn't slept in years. She had dreamed of her sister and seemed to remember every horrible nasty thing Lindsey had ever done to her throughout their lives. The hairs on her arms were on end and she realized she was drenched in sweat. She didn't think there was anything that could help her shake the fear she had right now, the fear that has plagued her during the last fifteen hours. Brooke knew there was only one person that could help her work through this... Lucas. She frowned when she remembered that he hadn't called last night. She got out of bed, quickly showered and changed into a floral cap sleeve romper. She sent off a quick text message to Rachel asking about her night out with Chase and began the three hour drive to Corcoran Prison. She needed to see Lucas and she needed to be comforted by him now.

"Miss Davis come with me." The prison receptionist said at visitor check in.

"Is there a problem?" Brooke wondered.

The receptionist didn't answer her until they were in front of a white metal door, "There was an accident yesterday, Inmate Scott is currently in the infirmary." She swiped her key card, "Glen here is going to finish checking you in and then you will be able to Mr. Scott."

Brooke looked at her name-tag, "Thank you Trudy."

"Of course," Trudy smiled, "I need to get back, enjoy your visit Miss Davis."

The door opened, "Miss Davis?" Glen asked, "Identification please."

Brooke handed him her driver's license and waited while he closed the door behind her, "Follow me please."

They stopped outside an avocado green colored door, "You will have a private visit today since Inmate Scott is considered a high risk inmate. My records show you've been here for a visit before?"

"Yes," Brooke nodded.

"Great, the rules are relaxed when the inmate is in the infirmary Miss Davis," he handed her back her license, "But I don't want to hear any hanky panky or we will be forced to suspend your visits. Inmate Scott is not yet eligible for conjugal visits." He opened the door for her, "Understood?"

"Yes sir, thank you." Brooke entered the room and pulled the door shut behind her.

Lucas craned his neck to see who had come in, "Pretty girl?" He smiled.

Brooke rushed to his bedside, "Luke what happened?" Brooke noticed the fresh stitches on his eyebrow, along with the two black eyes. Lucas slowly sat up and she gasped at the wound dressing on his side.

"It looks worse than it is, I swear." Lucas's face winced as he laughed, "You should see the other guy." Brooke burst into tears, Lucas shifted to one side of the hospital bed, "Come here Brooke."

Brooke laid down on the bed and cuddled against Lucas's chest, when she was calm she said, "What happened to you?"

"I was in the yard and a fight broke out." Lucas brought her in closer, "Instinctively I tried to break up the fight, I got stabbed with a toothbrush. When I fell to the ground I was kicked in the face a couple of times. The doctor said I was lucky it didn't hit anything critical. It bled like a bitch though and the stitches are itching. I had a concussion, a gash on my eyebrow and my nose is broken."

"When did this happen?" Brooke asked gripping Lucas's hand.

"Two days ago, did Jimmy call you?" He kissed her forehead. "I'm so happy to see you pretty girl."

"I talked to him yesterday, he didn't tell me you got hurt. We mostly talked about Lindsey." Brooke looked up at him, "When I didn't hear from you I made the decision to come up here."

"I'm so happy to see you, did they tell you how long you get to stay?" Lucas asked.

"No, Glen just stressed no sex or they would suspend my visits." Brooke blushed.

Lucas chuckled, "Well they don't have to worry about that," he tilted Brooke's chin to his and kissed her softly, "The first time we make love Davis it isn't going to be while I'm locked up."

Brooke giggled, "That's probably a good idea," She leaned into him again, "So tell me about this amazing first date you're going to take me on when we get you out of here."

"Gladly pretty girl." Lucas brought her hand to his lips, "Glady."

So what did you think? I hope you all loved it! This was actually my FAVORITE chapter for this story to date. I've started the next chapter and so far it's shaping up just to be the remainder of Brooke's visit with Lucas. :)

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Thanks!

Krystal

Author's Note: I did some research on people faking their death, just a tip if you're going to google fake your death be sure to tell your significant other it's research for a story (trying to explain that to my husband was interesting). According to the information I found faking your death isn't actually a crime, BUT the crimes that might ensue after you fake your death can carry hefty prison sentences. This will be explored further in the next few chapters. :)