Chapter 12 - Brokenhearted

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Erin had insisted that he come to their house for Easter dinner. After a week Christopher was finally able to convince her that he needed to go home. He needed to be near her. He knew that neither Erin nor Dylan could understand that.

His oldest nephew picked him at the airport and took his bags to his room when he got back to the house. He quickly went to the desk drawer and retrieved his truck keys. Once in town, he waited for the young Tom Smith to go to the flower case and find the six yellow roses that he bought nearly every week.

Once at Sonja's grave he gingerly removed the dead flowers in the vase that was built into the headstone. Now months later the tears were still close to the surface and even at that moment came spilling out of his eyes. The children had bought the watering can he held in his hand for Sonja on a long forgotten Mother's Day. He could remember the joy in their faces when she opened the box that it came in.

He slowly walked back to the house and found himself sitting in a familiar spot. He took out one of the albums and began looking at photos from their life together. Chris had to go the library and look at photos every time he came from her grave. He found one of Sonja in the yellow canary dress that Brody found of her when she first started at NCIS which brought a slight smile to his face.

Her sudden death had surprised them all. They had learned about fifteen years before that she had picked up a parasite somewhere. The doctors were never sure just where but Chris always wondered if it was the day she jumped into the water with a suspect hiding from a drug lord. He and Brody were so relieved when they were able to take out the bad guys before they could shoot them and King reached down and pulled her out of the water.

He missed her dearly he thought and looked forward to joining his City Mouse someday. "Look Butch, don't fret" she had told him one day. "Let's just plan our adventures one day at a time, find a new place to make love each day and fall asleep in each other's arms every night."

They were in Paris on assignment one day when Christopher entered a conversation with a woman in French. "You and your amour look so happy." She asked him how long that they had been together. Chris had to think before he responded

"12 years, we had 'Retrouvailles' " he responded.

She smiled and retorted "I'm glad that you found each other again."

"What did you say to her Chris" Sonja asked? The word Retrouvailles means 'The happiness of meeting again after a long time.' You know like of a romantic reunion." he responded.

Well it's bed time LaSalle thought with dread in his heart. "I miss you my sweet Sonja" he said out loud as he turned out the light.  

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