A story of of traumatised girl who goes by the name of Daliah-Jo Camille Voight. The daughter of Hank Voight and little sister of Justin Voight. She's a forensic Expert. Always learning and spreading love.
Everyone else apart from her I do not own...
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I was hanging out at the district. Dad had wanted me to look over some stuff and I had yet to leave. I was standing in the break room making myself a much needed coffee "it's jay isn't it" I jump almost throwing my half made coffee across the room "what's Jay" I ask "come on kid I have known you since you were born...and those looks" "Al I seriously don't know what your talking about" I shake my head "oh so that book wasn't your. Those smiles you send each other" he smirks in my direction "I would be surprised if your dad hasn't figured it out" "there is nothing to figure out" "so if I come over for for dinner he won't be there" "no he won't besides I'm busy so you can't come over" he smirks "so his place" "there's nothing going on Al" I look at the coffee "here" I pass it to Al who looks confused "I have to go" he nods "here Jay your" "SHUT UP AL" I shout before smiling innocently seeing my dad "I have to go" I tell my dad who nods hugging me.
Jay strolls into the apartment like he owned the place. We were unofficially living together. "So" "Als catching on" I immediately say he frowns. I was beyond freaking out. "Ok" he said clearly but getting it "Jay" I said calmly standing in front of him "if Al knows then my dad is likely to know or find out" "oh" I nod as he finally gets it. "Well I'm not going anywhere" he said so sure of yourself "if he doesn't kill you" I hug him tightly. He sighs resting his head on mine. We were comfortable in each other's arms. "How bout we go lay in your bed" I sigh nodding against him.
