In the end

Chapter 37 - The Truth

~ Jared POV ~

When Clif got off the phone I expected him to come talk to me but frustratingly enough dashed out of the room. "What the hell- where are you going?" The door closed behind him with a deafening thud. The room was too quiet now that no one was speaking. I could hear every breath I took and the pounding of my heart. I couldn't take the silence anymore. I got up and headed outside through the patio doors. As I left I heard Jensen ask where I was going, his voice obviously distressed and I felt like a shitty friend and guilty for ignoring him but I had to get out of there. I took my shoes off and left them on the patio before walking down to the beach.

I don't know how long I walked along the shore before I sat down and put my head in my hands. I had spent years shoving everything down and not letting myself feel anything. Now it was like I was feeling everything at once and I didn't know how to handle it. I sat there until the sky started to change, the blackness slowly changing to purples and blues. By the time I got back to the hotel the skyline was streaked with all the colours of fire.

I didn't care that I was barefoot and covered in sand. I walked in through the lobby and was about to head for my room when I heard someone from the front desk call my name. "Mr. Padalecki. I have a package for you sir." I numbly walked up to the desk while the man who had spoken began sifting through a large pile of mail and packages behind the counter. He turned back and handed me a large , slightly thick envelope. I noticed there was a note attached to the front and quickly scanned it. I thanked the man before I turned and almost ran in the direction of my room.

I sat on the couch and put the envelope on the table in front of me. I re-read the note Clif had attached. It seemed that he had somehow managed to get ahold of her fingerprints. The note said that he had reached out to some people in Vancouver and got them to take a few items from the storage locker I rented. After the second month she was gone the building manger was going to throw out all her stuff. At that point I was still very much in denial and refused to believe she wasn't coming back. So I packed everything up and put it in storage for her.

I was terrified to open the envelope but I had to know. There was no way that the truth was worse than what I was imagining. I ripped open the envelope and removed the folder inside. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. The first page was a missing person report. From INTERPOL.

Interpol Missing Person Report - Athens, Greece - June 23rd 1999

Briseis Ariadne Katsaros

DOB - 1/9/87 (12 years)

Brown hair/eyes

Height approx. 152cm

Weight approx. 40 kg

Parents:
Stavros Katsaros  - Deceased
Elisabeta Katsaros - Deceased

There were pictures of her as a child, fingerprints, school records. An entire life worth of information up until she was 12 years old. I kept flipping through the pages until I came to a folder marked NIS.

National Intelligence Service

Stavros Katsaros - Deceased -Subject previously under the employ of NIS - exact nature of employment is classified - No further information at this time

Elisabeta Katsaros - Deceased - Subject previously under the employ of NIS - exact nature of employment is classified  - No further information at this time

There was page after page of the most horrifying information possible. There were police reports and death certificates for both her parents.

Hellenic Police Report  June 23rd 1999

Anonymous call received to station alerting police services of a double homicide. Caller was a young sounding female. Caller refused to leave her name.

Stavros Katsaros  - found in an upright position - victim had been tied to a chair and received surface lacerations to both wrists and ankles - Cause of death: Fatal cervical fracture - neck broken in 3 places

Elisabeta Katsaros - found in an upright position - victim had been tied to a chair and received surface lacerations to both wrists and ankles - Cause of death: Exsanguination from deep laceration to throat

3rd blood type found on scene belonging to Briseis Katsaros - amount of blood indicates a severe wound - possibly a gunshot as a single shell casing was found near the victims bodies and neither were shot.

I felt sick. This couldn't be the same person. I mean no one could live through this and still be able to function. Then I remembered her tattoo and the deep scar underneath. I couldn't read anymore.