[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center]
[color=536d78][b]Flight UA 2199 Gate:[/b][/color] Lincoln looked down at his hand and nodded. "We were," he said as a sad smile came to his lips. Thinking back on the ring and everything that had happened for him to have it and what it meant to him. Turning the [url=https://www.gemologica.com/images/b243_mens_stainless_steel_blue_topaz_ring_1.jpg]ring[/url] over slowly he started to talk about Natasha and him. 

	"We met in San Fran," the story started. About how he was working at the hospital she was a doctor at and how she had stepped on his foot. Or was it he that stepped on hers. It was a bit of a blur. Their first date had been amazing. Italian food, dancing, a bar fight and a food fight. It was actually a lot of fun. Natasha had been full of life. They were so happy together. That was until the first time she got sick. She didn't tell him, she just broke off their engagement one day and left. For so long he didn't know why but was only left with the memory of how bad it hurt when she left. 

	 [color=f26522]A memory:[/color] [i]"Miss! If we don't go soon you'll miss your flight!" the cab driver yelled. Tasha took a deep breath and held up her hand, motioning for him to give her just another moment. Looking back over to Lincoln she wished she could stop this but she couldn't, not now.

"I'm sorry.... Goodbye," she said weakly, a few tears spilling out as they were washed away in the rain.

"Flight? You're kidding, right? Tell me you're fucking kidding..."

Tasha could only shake her head as she slipped the ring into her pocket. She didn't know what to say and was afraid she would break if she did. Turning slowly she wrapped her arms around herself and started to walk towards the cab.

Lincoln stood there in the pouring rain, shaking his head as she turned and walked away. This was an absolute joke, it had to be. He ran forwards and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn around. "What is this? Why are you doing this?! Tasha... please..." The tears had held back so far but they were flowing now, his eyes were red, puffy and utterly bloodshot. His voice was that of a broken man and his grip was weakening before his hand dropped from her shoulder as the reality of the situation hit him like a damn tornado.

"Because you're fucking perfect and I'm not!" she yelled, trying not to cry but it didn't work. She had to get out of there before she broke. Pushing passed him she ran for the cab and jumped into back seat.

Lincoln stumbled backwards and fell onto his ass into a puddle on the side of the road as she shoved him. He was dripping as he stumbled his way back up onto his feet and sprinted towards the cab. "Tasha! TASHA WAIT!" The door shut and the cab pulled away, driving off with his entire life in the back seat. He slowed to a jelly-legged jog and then dropped to his knees at the kerb watching the tail lights disappearing into the mass of traffic. His head hung low and he cried, whispering to himself. "But you're perfect for me..."[/i]

	Blinking his eyes, he wiped a tear away with the back of his hand and looked over towards Cecily. "Never thought I would see her again after that night, I did though. I found her again in India years later."

[color=536d78][b]Grimaldi Books:[/b][/color] Adelaide crossed her arms over her chest and she tapped her foot. Reaching down she took the ID and gave it a once and then twice over before holding it out. Not to Caesar but in Richard direction. "You're the fraud expect, mind taking a look," she asked but she didn't look at Richard, she kept her eyes on Caesar. It was obvious she didn't mind the man sticking around. Considering she now had two rather large men in her book store she didn't know it was probably a good idea to keep witnesses around. Especially if they were talking murder. 

	"Yeah well when bodies start popping up I am not really that interested in sticking around to find out why. I'm from Grimm, nothing good ever came from people poking their noses into places just to sat curiosity," she said in a snarky voice. It wasn't untrue in her book. Last time people had started looking around, a good portion of her high school class had ended up dead. It hadn't been too long since the reunion and losing so many was still fresh in her mind. Lawson was her ex-husband, not her love. The two had never loved each other, they just sort of settled until the first time he turned up dead. 

	"And if you are talking about Lawson, I'm still waiting for him to come back from the dead. He already did once before," she added. She believed he was dead but she had made that mistake before. "So what in the hell do I have anything to do with this anyways? Ex-husband, not current. I was his widow and then ex-wife. Why not talk to his family?" she asked as she picked up her cup of coffee and then took a long sip from it. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana - Forest - > Ramada Inn:[/b][/color] Tim waited for the girls before climbing into the car and driving off back towards town and eventually the hotel. He looked over towards Priya and nodded. "Yeah of course, Riley knows her way round town don't ya?" he said as he kept driving. "There is a car rental place now right up the street from the hotel. I will go there once I drop you two off to secure you a vehicle on the county."

	Pulling up to the hotel, Tim pulled the car up to the curb and put it into park. "Once you two get checked in and settled, go pick up your car from the rental place and meet me back at the police station? I'll fill you in on anything I get then and we can go from there? That sound good?" he asked as he waited for the girls to get out. 

	Once they had he would go take care of setting up the rental car for them. Inside was an younger woman, red hair with bright green eyes helping another woman check in. The other woman had dark hair secured under a ball cap and had a toddler in a stroller next to her. The two were talking and a key was handed over. She pushed the stroller to the elevator and waited for it to come down to the main floor. The hotel was only three stories but carrying a stroller up them was a bit of a hassle.