Carlisle's Diary

Secrets Revealed (Rogue's POV)

Dear Diary:                                                                        June 4, 2013

          I feel so bad for Carlisle. This has been one insane month. Ashley—or Carrie—was absolutely nuts. The day after that final showdown happened, Carlisle sat in his office for what seemed like 9 hours. No one went in there except Esme. She said he was either staring out the window or at the wall. He barely said anything; she said his eyes were pitch black and that he had to hunt, but he didn't move. She's extremely worried as we all are. Having lived in the human world for these many millennia, I've had to put up with all kinds of things.

          I'm currently sitting in my own house waiting on that final report from Scott, who promised to fax it as soon as he got everything he needed. Scott Kramer has to be one of the best agents I know. He's always on target, always thinking with his head, and using his intuition. I think he was glad Ashley was caught, considering he's been working on her case since the very beginning.

        My own history with him is quite simple; I worked for the FBI for 15 years. I graduated from Harvard Law School with a degree in Criminal Justice and was immediately recruited into the FBI. Scott was my very first partner. We got along great, and even Alexander liked him a lot. He's like my mortal brother.

       Now here's something that may shock you: Scott knows about us—as in he knows we're immortal. He's the only one in the FBI who does. I didn't want to tell him but it turned out that I wouldn't get a choice in the matter. When we lived in Washington DC, there was a particularly aggressive group of vampires in the area which we had to try to get to behave. Corin was in charge of these idiots. All was going well until one night when they somehow managed to give her the slip. She was trying to find them and, as I had that night off from work, I went to help her. To make a long story short, we found them all right; they were about to make a meal out of my partner, Scott. Well, obviously that wasn't going to happen, and as you know how vampires are defeated, Corin and I fought them off and then finally just ashed them. Of course, Scott saw the whole thing.

          That took a lot of explaining. At first I thought of just scrubbing his mind, but he had physical wounds he couldn't explain, so after making him swear on his life—literally—I sat him down and laid it all out for him. It took him a while to process it, but he was surprisingly calm about everything. He said he was indebted to me for saving his life, so he wouldn't tell anyone. After 15 years with the feds, it was time for me to move on as I wasn't aging and that was starting to become apparent so I decided to "retire." Everyone was sad to see me go, but I promised to be a consultant if they needed anything.

          This was the first time I've seen Scott in about a decade or so. He's recently divorced with three grown daughters who are married and one already has a baby boy so that makes him a grandfather. He also knows that my real name is Rogue and not Rose. But he still calls me Rose to play it safe, which I don't mind. When we were still working together, he would tease me sometimes and call me Rosie. I had threatened to castrate him if he called me that again. But it still makes me smile when I think about it. He really is an awesome guy.

        As I was finishing up that last sentence of thought, my fax machine beeped and I knew his fax was coming through. I got up and walked over to it. It started spitting out paper one right after another. I stood there thinking about him and everything we had gone through and seen together. Sometimes I miss that life, other times I'm glad I'm not working there anymore. Finally, the fax spit out what looked like 20 plus pages of the final report. I picked it up, stapled it, sat down and started to read. It took me about an hour to get through the whole thing. As if on cue, when I finished reading, my phone went off and I saw that it was Scott. He knows me still all too well. I picked it up with a smile.