"Hey there Peggy Sue. It's your big sister. Closed out one of my cases yesterday and needed to get on a plane to come out here and see you. I missed your smiling face." I glanced up through the skylight for a second, then back down, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight.
"One of these days I'm going to learn not to get so attached to the kids I get my information from. Of course, maybe I also got attached to Haley because she reminded me so much of you. Out to save the world. Never came across a stray she didn't like." I held back a sniffle, determined not to lose my composure over Haley.
"Damn Bureau wants to move me to a desk job. Can you believe that? They say I let my 'relationship with Haley' cloud my judgment. They think I'd be 'better off in a supervisory capacity.' My SAC's words. What a pile of horseshit. I saved all those people's lives. I stopped a terrorist from blowing a building to high heaven and they want to kill my career." I pause. "Okay, okay, I'll admit it. It would be more money. A better office. But I like what I do. I like getting to travel to somewhere new every few weeks. No roots, living a free life. I like the rush, the adrenaline.
"Dammit, Johna, I like kickin' people's asses! That's something that is simply frowned upon at the Hoover."
I felt the single tear make its way down my cheek. "And we both know the truth. I still need justice. It's the reason I took this job in the first place. I can't have my own life until I know that asshole is behind bars."
I'm momentarily startled as the door opens, allowing light to hit the wall more directly. As always, I trace my hand across the picture that hangs there, next to her name.
'Johna Star Lewis
April 8, 1971 – October 27, 1989
The purpose of life is a life of purpose'
"Bye baby sister. I'll see you again real soon." I walk out of the mausoleum, careful not to disturb others visiting their own loved ones, and out into the early afternoon sunlight.
The quote is from Robert Byrne, American chess player and author, found at And I would link to a wikipedia article about Byrne but won't let me. I went through MANY quotes that seemed just too morose before I settled on that one.
This story is just because I felt the need to learn a little bit more about Star before I write a scene featuring her for Sand & Water. I wanted to learn a little about what makes her tick, about her background. And what better way to do that than to get inside her head for a little drabble? I hope I've done her justice.