[color=lightgray][right][sub]TIMESTAMP: After Scott Street: The One
Featuring: [color=BCDD81]Clayton Costigan[/color], [color=C81935]Caitlin Cleary[/color] & [color=a95963]Kylee Grimm[/color][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]As soon as Mika had made his sneaky escape from the Cleary home and Scott Street as a whole, Caitlin had taken advantage of still having an empty house to catch up in the sleep she had lost the night before. Her exhaustion was reflected in the way she didn't hear her parents coming home and going about their business around the house. It was only with Deidre's gentle nudges on her shoulder that Cece was coaxed awake, but there wasn't much time to get acclimated to the waking world before her mother was informing her of the presence of two visitors downstairs requesting to see her: Clayton Costigan and Kylee Grimm.

The overwhelming sense of imminent dread falling over Cece like a bucket of ice cold water woke the young woman right up. The only possible reason those two people would have to pay her a visit, with the circumstances currently happening, would be to discuss the David letters with her. Clay being a cop meant he had access to any and all evidence about the case, while Kylee had a knack for sniffing out puzzle pieces and carefully weaving them into a narrative. With both their skill sets put together, it came as no surprise that they had probably been able to figure out that she was the author of the latest letter. And the prospect of being confronted with this truth by two individuals she had no previous rapport with was panic-inducing to say the least.

Not wanting to alarm her mother, Caitlin put on her best face and rose from the bed. She took a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom and put on a more presentable outfit before politely calling out for her very unexpected guests to come up the stairs.

[color=C81935]"Come in,"[/color] she quietly instructed the visitors as they arrived at the second floor landing, waving a hand in the direction of her bedroom. She attempted to keep her composure as best as she could, discreetly taking calming breaths and hiding her shaky hands in the pockets of her joggers. Once they had crossed the threshold and settled wherever they felt comfortable at, the redhead closed and locked them behind them and settled down on the bed, blue-green eyes filled with fear and nervous anticipation as they shifted from Kylee to Clay and back. 

Clay wanted her to take charge. To lead the way in this uncomfortable conversation with her former classmate. Kylee stood by the balcony door, keeping her distance from the redhead she had little to no ties with. She rubbed her hands together, formulating the right words to say. [color=a95963]“Sorry for coming unexpectedly,”[/color] she started with an apology. [color=a95963]“I hope we don’t take too much of your time and I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, with my reputation and all.”[/color] 

Out of politeness, the Cleary girl chose to not comment on her statement. Kylee wasn't wrong about that. Out of all the people Cece went to school with, the mayor's daughter was the one person she tried to avoid at all costs. She'd seen first hand the way the brunette sniffed around in search for any tidbit of information she could find on her selected target, and how she used it to blackmail, manipulate, expose or humiliate people to her advantage. She’d seen the cruel consequences her wicked games could have. With all of the secrets she had to hide-- from David, to Mika, to Danny’s sexuality, to the pressure she felt about being Scott Street royalty that could easily be misconstrued as ungratefulness--, it was no surprise that Kylee Grimm was the last company Cece wanted to keep around.

Fidgeting with her hands and shifting her weight from one leg to the next, Kylee tried to calm her nerves. She didn’t expect to be this nervous in front of Caitlin Cleary but it was the idea that she never knew this girl, never knew what she thought and what she liked, that made this incredibly awkward for her. All she knew was how Natalia hated her so bad and that she made killer cupcakes. Danny B gloated of his best friend’s baking skills, all the time. If only Kylee had that talent. 

Thinking about Adam waiting for her to return to him, Kylee focused on presenting herself not as the gossip girl that all her classmates loved to hate, but as a truth chaser who wanted to do good. Adjusting herself, using his smile and his adoration for her to her advantage, she found herself gaining courage little by little. [color=a95963]“I’m sure you’re aware of the letters. I may not be directly impacted by it but,”[/color] She glanced over to Clay and gave him a serene and kind smile with both her eyes and her lips, [color=a95963]“A friend of mine is.”[/color] Swallowing hard, feeling a ball in her throat, she brought her attention back to Caitlin, [color=a95963]“I find it silly we’re even in this situation. I’m a firm believer of love and at the root of all this, it’s just a girl who loved a boy. A boy that had an insurmountable amount of pressure. The golden boy of Scott Street. The Coach’s son. The Captain of the Celtics. The O’Hara legacy… you get the point.”[/color] 

Cautiously taking a step forward, not close enough to pop the other girl’s bubble, but close enough for Caitlin to catch a clear sight of her facial expression, Kylee deeply stared into Cece’s pretty blue-green eyes, searching for a connection. An expression of goodwill to show her that she had no malice. She was only here to help bring closure to Clay. [color=a95963]“What brings us here is to hear your truth and to confirm or deny our theory. The theory of you being David’s secret lover.”[/color] Kylee revealed, choosing to go quiet after the fact, allowing Clay and Cece the space to think and talk, if they wanted to. 

The redhead shifted her eyes away from Kylee’s and focused them on the tattoo on her wrist, nervously tracing the outline of the inked image with her pointer and middle fingers. Just as she suspected, Clay and Kylee had figured it out. But if they were asking for confirmation, that meant that they were still not 100% sure whether it was her or not. So instead of making any admissions right off the bat, Cece opted to test the waters first.

[color=C81935]“Why do you need to know that?”[/color] she asked in a hoarse voice, refusing to look up. She really wished Mika or Danny were there to support her and give her the strength to come clean with her side of the story. [color=C81935]“If the name hasn’t come out it must be for a reason, right?”[/color]

Clay stood leaned against the wall, his arms folded. He did so not to look tough or act cool but simply to hold in the pain that was desperately trying to escape his chest. [color=BCDD81]“Caitlin.”[/color] He spoke with a soft voice. Like the beautiful departed, he had watched the young redhead grow from a young girl into a beautiful woman. They were distant cousins of a kind and he had always done his best to be there for her like he was for every other relative. The fact that he stood there now, to question her on a subject so sensitive, it was not something Clayton really wanted to do. [color=BCDD81]“It’s been five years. You’re a grown woman now. You’ve been through hell just like the rest of us and just like David’s name. It’s time we change that.”[/color]

He thought back to the contents of the letter and what they believed to be Caitlin’s words. They were not of a lovesick child or a manipulated youth. They were genuine, caring, committed. It left no doubt in Clay’s mind that the truth of the matter was David was in a relationship with a minor. Yet the words made it seem loving, caring and consensual. The hidden meaning behind the letter was that David wasn’t a monster, just a boy who should’ve known better. [color=BCDD81]“You wrote the letter. You were seeing David.”[/color]

The young woman’s lower lip began to quiver. With the kind way Clay and Kylee were addressing her, she could tell that neither of them were seeking her out with any bad intentions. They weren’t judging her, they weren’t accusing her, and they weren’t here to tear into her. All they wanted was the answers that only she, the living half of the relationship, could provide for them. So after a long pause to compose herself and some tears rolling down her cheeks, Caitlin finally confirmed her involvement with the Coach’s son with a small nod. [color=C81935]“I was,”[/color] she sniffled, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of her chunky tie-dye cardigan. [color=C81935]“David and I were dating each other.”[/color]

Clay nodded. She said the words that they wanted to hear but that didn’t make it any less hard. She was David’s secret, his girl next door. [color=BCDD81]“Take a breath, Cece. We’re not here to hurt you or make things worse. We’re here to help. I need you to confirm some details for us. Fill in the blanks that we can’t yet. Can you do that for us?”[/color] He thought about his choice of words. Of course she could do it. The question was would she want to? [color=BCDD81]“Caitlin, will you do that for us? For David? Help us make this right.”[/color]

The crying young woman took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, as if searching for a sign of David’s guidance throughout this whole thing. The details she was about to reveal were part of the biggest secret of hers and her former boyfriend’s life-- with stakes so high that David had taken that secret to the grave. Although the law stated that a party was innocent until proven guilty, his silence had been taken as an admission of guilt. Nobody had bothered to look further into it. Nobody had bothered to ask questions to absolve him. All anyone had ever done was jump to conclusions, condemn him with their words and beg for him to be burned at the stake. It had taken the exposure of her letter to bring attention to the issue again, and there was no denying it stirred so much pain in so many hearts. But at least the one in charge of the investigation this time was someone who genuinely cared about David like she did. The least she could do was tell him the truth.

[color=C81935]“Okay.”[/color] she murmured in between tears, grabbing the pillow nearest to her and clutching it close to her chest for comfort.

[color=BCDD81]“Okay.”[/color] Clay said with a sigh of relief in his voice. He looked over at Kylee with gentle eyes and nodded. [color=BCDD81]“Maybe take notes or record this. We might need it.”[/color] He returned his attention to Cece and began to consider a line of questioning and how best to phrase it. He could go full cop Clay or he could be her friend. Either would likely get the answers they needed but he wondered which one was best to keep Caitlin sane. He just shared the truth, he didn’t want to cause her any further pain. [color=BCDD81]“So, I guess maybe we just start at the beginning. You first got together the night Allison died right? What happened?”[/color]

The freckled girl nodded. [color=C81935]“During the party, some slimy Pinehurst guy was harassing me. He had me up against a wall trying to bully him into kissing me when David stepped in, said something to the guy and got him off me. He saw how uncomfortable I still was about everything, so he offered to drive me home and I said yes. But instead of driving back here to the house, he drove us out to the clearing behind the house. You know the one, right? The one back here? That one. When we were there, he and I were just hugging and talking, and after we said some things we just… kissed.”[/color]

Clay really didn’t want to picture his dead best friend kissing a child but he didn’t have a choice. The way Chief Broadus explained it was that when you had to understand a crime or a situation you had to place yourself there, no matter the scene. You had to be in those shoes and feel it the way they did so that you could make it right. [color=BCDD81]“So after that…”[/color] He paused for a moment to gather himself. [color=BCDD81]“Were you together immediately? Did either of you stop and think about what could happen?”[/color]

[color=C81935]“Yes… But not in the way you think.”[/color] Cece began to explain. [color=C81935]“I had been crushing on David since I was ten. The only thing I was thinking about at that time was how happy I was that he’d stopped overlooking me and seeing me like a kid for once and started treating me like a young woman-- like any freshman girl he wouldn’t have thought twice about dating,”[/color] she admitted, looking back down at her lap. [color=C81935]“I know he had second thoughts about it all the time, with me being Gary’s daughter and Rhett’s little sister. He never outright said it to me, but I could see it in his eyes. I always did my best to reassure him, though, whenever I caught him with that guilty look on his face. But even with me telling him over and over again that I was sure he was what I wanted and I was 100% comfortable with what we were doing, he never laid a hand on me in the way people are accusing him of. [i]Never[/i]. I wanted to have him like that so badly-- begged him, even--, but he was always really serious about never going farther than me kissing him and straddling him. He said he respected me too much to do that.”[/color]

So they had never slept together. It didn’t make any of it ok but at least it made the situation less terrible. David hadn’t had sex with a minor. They couldn’t prove it though, they would only ever have Caitlin’s word. Then again, none of this was about proving David innocent, it was just about finding him peace. Clayton finally removed his crossed arms from his chest and placed them in his pockets. Finding some loose change inside he began to play with it out of stress and anxiety. [color=BCDD81]“We all knew that David was seeing someone in secret but none of us knew who, or at least that’s what I’m supposed to believe. But you guys snuck around for a year. You had to have had help, right? Someone knew?”[/color]

The young woman nodded again. [color=C81935]“I told my best friend Danny about it. He kinda noticed me sneaking around more than usual, so I told him about it and he covered for me a lot of the time. And as far as I know, the only person David told about us was--”[/color]

Caitlin suddenly went silent as the realization of the person behind the publishing of the letters hit her like a ton of bricks. All that time spent wondering about who would have the means, opportunity and motive to do something like this, and the answer had been staring her in the face. From the moment Cece and David first started dating, Jamie O’Hara had been their fiercest supporter. She had been there to cover for Dave whenever he and Cece were out together. She’d helped him plan surprises for her, given him ideas on what gifts to get her, and taken photos of them together. Throughout it all, Jamie had been there for them… And she had also been the one member of the O’Hara family who was tormented the most about David’s death.

[color=C81935]“Jamie. David had only ever told Jamie about us.”[/color]

Clay sighed deeply through his nose. Everything made sense as he had expected, it was Jamie. It was always Jamie. She knew about them the entire time, there was no way she couldn’t. She and David were two parts of the same person. Twins. A two pronged soul. They were everything together that Clay and Lamb were not. Jamie loved David more than anything, he was what balanced her scales of fragility. Without Davey, Jamie had no center. 

[color=BCDD81]“Jamie has your letters, Caitlin. It’s her putting them in the street.”[/color] The young police officer looked over to Kylee whose gaze affirmed that her suspicions were exactly the same as his. [color=BCDD81]“My best guess is that she was inspired by the Decker letters and is trying in some twisted form to get justice for David. To let people know that he didn’t do what everyone says he did. She’s not trying to hurt anyone. She just wants her big brother back.”[/color]

The young woman turned to Clay with an expression that revealed equal parts of anger, outrage and hurt. [color=C81935]"But it [i]is[/i] hurting someone! It’s hurting [i]me[/i]! It's hurting a lot of us that loved him! Just because she took the letters I wrote for Dave from his hiding place and kept them doesn't give her the right to show them to the rest of the world! Those were personal!"[/color] Cece cried out, eyes quickly filling up with tears that wasted no time in rolling down her freckled cheeks again as she hugged the pillow tighter to her chest. Even if Jamie’s intentions had been noble, the consequences of her actions were breaking Cece’s heart all over again. [color=C81935]"I want him back too. There isn’t one day that I don’t wake up wishing he was still here with us. Nothing's ever been the same since he's been gone."[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“You’re absolutely right and we’re gonna end this today.”[/color] The pain on Caitlin’s face was obvious and deep. It seemed pretty clear that what Jamie was doing, it really had nothing to do with Cece. She hadn’t considered her actions and who would suffer for it. Clay himself, holding it all together with crazy glue, he was just like Caitlin and he was just like Jamie. He wanted David back too. He missed his best friend but Davey was gone. There was a small detail that many people didn’t know about the night David died. It was Clay that had to identify the body. When they fished him out of the water of the lake, every officer knew the face of the star Celtic but they needed someone to do it formally. Clay was unlucky enough to be the one that crossed paths with police before they could get in touch with Coach or Lizette.

He remembered the body, lying on the cold metal slap in the mortuary. Sabrina’s uncle Felix stood behind him, with silent support. David was pale, almost blue save for the fake tan that he has messily applied. His fingertips were dark and his lips were puffy. That stupid thick curly hair hung draped over his face like curtains hiding his blue eyes from the world. He looked like he was asleep. It was dead silent. That’s when he heard Jamie’s screams pierce the veil. 

[color=BCDD81]“Caitlin, we can keep your name out of this, if it’s what you want. Jamie doesn’t seem to be targeting you. If she was she would’ve already brought your name to light. Do you want this to stay between us?”[/color]

The young woman bit her lip as she wiped her eyes again. In the midst of her pain, Cait was feeling very conflicted. There were plenty of reasons to continue to keep her involvement with David a secret. When the rumors had come out and he’d first been investigated, the O’Hara boy had refused to identify her as ‘the girl’-- even if it meant that Cece couldn’t vouch or advocate for his innocence or in his defense. He had cared about her so much that he chose to take the blame for every erroneous thing they accused him of just so she wouldn’t face the wrath of their hometown’s judgment. Having to keep quiet and helplessly listen to the way Dave’s name and reputation were dragged through the mud was the heaviest burden she’d had to carry in her life.

But maybe this was it. Maybe this was the perfect moment to do right by her David. With the years now gone by, maybe it was finally time to unload some of that weight, face her biggest fear, clear her forever love’s name and bring some clarity and peace of mind to those who had loved him as dearly as she had. She had already told Mika, now Clayton and Kylee. Maybe it was time to come clean to her parents, her brother, Coach and Lizzie before anyone else had a chance to spin the narrative in the wrong direction again.

[color=C81935]“I want to tell my story, but I want to do it on my own terms,”[/color] she informed Clay, squaring her shoulders and looking up at him. Her mind was made up. [color=C81935]“Is there any way you can buy me some time?”[/color]

Clay nodded. [color=BCDD81]“My friend Sabby can lose the paperwork for a few days but she will have to file it eventually.”[/color] Sabrina would help him out like she always had done. They shared a very close bond despite the duality of their personas. She could tuck away the report naming CeCe in a drawer somewhere but those sorts of things were tracked, especially for younger officers like Clay. They had two or three days at the max before the Chief or Sly came looking for his report. [color=BCDD81]“Whatever move you’ve got, Caitlin, you’re gonna have to make it fast.”[/color]

Kylee was processing everything that had been said and she could feel her heart sinking. She remembered that day. The day David died. She had spent some time at the Hole with Roddy and Daisy, before returning to her father before midnight. They had just gotten back from the cemetery on Liberty Road, investigating the mysterious ‘White Lady’. Liberty Cemetery throughout the decades was a goldmine for ghosts, from soldiers to giggling children. Edenridge was a place of death after all. The most famous one, though? The White Lady. Theory is she was a woman that gave birth and lost her baby, and she walks the gravesite trying to find her baby. Others theorized it’s a ghost of a woman that was murdered by her husband. But Kylee’s theory was that she was a murder victim that was dumped in a sinkhole near the cemetery.  

That wasn’t the point though. The reason why she was sitting in silence and in shock was because she remembered her sister being at the Hole with David, whispering in his ear. She knew her sister and she knew that most people didn’t realize she wasn’t as friendly as she pretended to be. She knew her sister hated the Elite and Allison’s circle more than anything in the world. She knew if given the chance her sister would push each and everyone of them over the edge, like a devil on your shoulder, confirming your worst fears. She remembered the next morning and all the faces gathering in Scott Street to the sirens and police. She remembered how devastated Jamie looked. She remembered how happy Hailey looked. 

Kylee felt sick to her stomach but she needed to press forward and bury this knowledge until she could talk to Hailey herself. She really didn’t want to. Not after how cruel her siblings were to her today. [color=a95963]“This is all so fucking sad,”[/color] Kylee looked between Clay and Cece, and realized this could’ve been her. She could’ve found the letters and aired out Cece’s dirty laundry in hopes to make a difference but in the wrong way. Ever since the case of the Head Cheerleader, Allison Davies, ever since Natalia and her confronted one another, her wounds seemed to open up and grow deeper. Kylee remembered how miserable David looked and now she wondered if she could’ve made a difference and just told him, hey everything was going to be okay. 

[color=a95963]“Roddy is more of a brother to me than any of my siblings ever would be and if I lost him, I… I can’t promise I’d do the right thing. I know what Jamie did is wrong but I can’t help but feel really sad for her. Did any of you check up with her after the fact? After David died? Or did that become Russ’ burden? I… I don’t know. This feels like a scream for help. It isn’t right, I know, but I wished Jamie had someone to see her, be there for her, outside of this beautiful girl with the brightest smile. The person that helps everyone but herself because she lost the one person who would carry her.”[/color] Kylee straightened herself and held onto the pain in her chest, the raw feeling of everyone hurting surrounding her. [color=a95963]“I wish there was a way to end this, without anger. All I see is a lover, in pain, a best friend, in pain, and a sister, in pain. You’re all hurting so much and it really is painful to watch.”[/color]

Caitlin shook her head. [color=C81935]"After David died, I was so fucking sad, but the guilt I felt about him shouldering all of the blame was even worse. I couldn't look my parents, Uncle John, Lizzie or even Jamie in the face. I felt like I was dying-- like a part of me had died with the one person who ever cared to actually [i]see[/i] me. But I had to pretend to be fine, like I didn’t have the right to feel sad about losing someone I’ve known all my life just because of accusations that were wrong in the first place. I didn’t leave my room after I found out; only for the burial, and not until the first day of school. When I went back, I couldn’t handle the way they spoke about Davey. It was breaking my heart. So I decided to distance myself from everyone. I quit the cheer team. I isolated myself even more than before. I spent most of my afternoons under the oak tree by his grave. I wasn’t doing well for a long time, so I didn’t really notice Jamie being gone until it was long after that.”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“I did what I could.”[/color] Clay understood why Kylee would say such a thing but it didn’t hurt any less. After David, the Elite was all but broken. Allison was already dead and with David’s drowning, that left Clay, Russ and Fran. Russell had already left for service when David died and Franny was away at Harvard. That left only Clay and Lamb to pick up the pieces of their broken glass ballerina. He did what he could or at least he convinced himself that he had but he was at college too, he had a life and Coach had Jamie shipped off faster than David could get across the basketball court. He called and messaged when he could but Clay knew that Jamie had checked out. She had lost her person, her soul; everyone was too blinded by scandal to see it. [color=BCDD81]“I could’ve done more. We all could’ve.”[/color]

Pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning against, doing his best to hide the grimace of pain on his face, Clay looked at the two younger women, their blue and brown eyes staring at him respectively. [color=BCDD81]“I’m going next door, it’s time this ends.”[/color]

Kylee slowly nodded, the sadness visible in her gaze. [color=a95963]“It’s your case to close, Clayton.”[/color] She didn’t know what was up with her hormones lately but this past month was forcing her to feel and confront things she would’ve rather left buried, or so she thought. She was trusting her intuition more, seeing people for what they were, which was just that. People. Just people. Not this embellished story with lies and truths woven together. Not gossip. Not information that can be blasted on the air. Just people. Sad people trying to move forward to their next chapter. Trying to let go and be happy. Shaking her head to pull herself together, she turned back to her former classmate and smiled, [color=a95963]“Do you need anything from me? If not, I’ll get out of your hair. I’m really sorry for all this. You don’t deserve it. Neither of you do.”[/color] She turned back to Clayton, meeting his gaze, her smile never leaving her face. 

[color=C81935]"Thank you,”[/color] was all Caitlin could say to both of her guests, trying to return Kylee’s smile in her own shaky way. [color=C81935]"Thank you for your kindness, your understanding, for giving me the chance to answer your questions, and for wanting to find out the real truth. David never, ever, [i]ever[/i] hurt me. The only person that ever hurt me was this town with what they did to my love.”[/color]

Kylee hoped she was doing the right thing. When she was dating Wes, she saw a man who would risk everything for a story, regardless of how he obtained it. She was observant and supportive, but she knew that look in his eyes. She’s seen it before, in her father. A crazed look of a man who was on a mission. A man who would stop at nothing to complete it. Deep down, she knew Wes and her would never work out. That was a hard pill to swallow because she did like him. She liked him a lot. That didn’t change the fact he didn’t want to open up to her. More importantly though, her dad would never let her date someone who would put a story first before his daughter. She knew the odds were always against them. 

Still, Kylee had hoped she could be the change he needed to heal from his past transgressions and start over. That’s something she was trying to do. Start over and leave her highschool self behind. She knew she’d never stop being curious. She’d never stop chasing stories and unraveling truths. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t teach herself the right way to solve mysteries. The humane way. Would Adam be patient with her and stay at her side as she sorted herself out to be a better person? She didn’t know but she really hoped so. Karma was a bitch for all the times she hurt people through her words and actions. One person especially being Natalia. Her biggest regret. There was no way she could bring happiness to someone if she continued on like this. She had to do better. No, she needed to. For Roddy, for Clay, for Adam, but more importantly? For herself.

[color=a95963]“It’s almost over,”[/color] Kylee added. [color=a95963]“We’re almost done.”[/color] She didn’t know if either of them needed to hear those words or even wanted to. Her intuition told her to say it and she would. It was time for her to trust her gut feeling more and only time would tell if it would lead her astray. As she started sauntering to the door, the mayor’s daughter had a sudden idea. She didn’t know if Caitlin would want to do it, given her reputation and their relationship but it was worth a shot. She stopped by the door and snapped her finger, [color=a95963]“There’s one way you could tell your story…”[/color]
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