The voice groaned from the kitchen doorway. Lance looked up from the morning�s paper
laid out on the table in front of him and grinned. Justin definitely looked the worse for
wear. His newly-grown curls where messed in every direction from sleep, and him
running his hand over his head wasn�t helping to much. His eyes were red, a sign of the
hangover he must be feeling, a reminder of the night before. Lance chuckled as Justin
plopped into the chair across from his.
�That�s what you said the last time and I tried to remind you.� Lance stood up to
refill his coffee cup. �Coffee?� He got a mumbled reply.
�GOOD MORNING!!�
�Chris I swear to god if you don�t stop screaming we�ll be looking for your
replacement in the group by tomorrow.�
�Headache?� The amused tone in the older man�s voice caused Justin to growl.
�Chris. Two words.� Justin lifted his head off the table to glare at Chris as he took
his seat next to Lance. �Shut.Up.� Lance returned to his chair, sliding Justin�s coffee over
to him carefully. �Thanks Poof.� Lance cringed at the hated nickname.
�Can�t you just let Poofu die already?�
�Hell no.� Justin sipped his coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste.
�Poofu�s classic.� The next man entered the kitchen, stratching his wife-beater
covered chest with one hand. �Never gonna let Poofu die.�
�Not even if I asked nice?� Lance asked hopefully, slapping Chris� hand away
when he reached for the comic section. �Nu-uh, I�m not done with that one yet.�
�Didn�t your mother ever teach you how to share?� Chris whined, but went
ignored.
�You�ve been asking nicely for years, what�s gonna change now?� Joey took the
fourth seat at the table, between Chris and Lance.
�Obviously not your minds.� Lance grumbled as he went back to the newspapers.
The three around him chuckled.
�So who�s ready for practice, practice and more practice?� Justin asked as he
leaned back in his chair. His question was met with groans.
�Didn�t we JUST end a tour?� Joey asked as he rubbed a hand over his stubbled
face.
�Coupla months ago. Time to go out again. So who�s ready to deal with Wade�s
torture sessions again?�
�Can�t we just skip all that? Maybe we can talk them into just letting us sit and
sing.� Chris complained. �My old bones can�t take it anymore!� The last statement was
said in a voice imitation of a much older man.
�We have faith in you old timer. You�ll survive it.� Joey patted the man on the
back. �Besides, even if you do expire on us I�m sure we could find ourselves a
replacement.�
�Har. Har.�
�So when�s our flight to sunny Florida leave again?� Justin changed the subject
before a full out wrestling match happened in his father�s house. Sometime last week he
had been asked to �house-sit� when his father and step-mother, Lisa, had had to fly out to
attend the a funeral. He had been at the house alone for three days before calling his
friends and group-mates down for a �party�. That had been last night. Later in the day
Lisa and his father would be coming back. When they did return, he wanted their house to
be in one piece.
�Tomorrow. Six am.� Lance awnsered from behind his paper not a second later.
�Can�t we ever have a normal flight time? Say ten or so?� Joey grumbled as he
pushed away from the table and made his way to the refrigerator. A few seconds later
returning to his chair with a glass of orange juice and a cold piece of pizza.
�Nope.� Before anyone could comment anymore the phone ran.
�I got it.� Lance stated as he got up and left the room, returning only a few
moments later with the cordless black phone in hand and a slight frown on his face. �Hey
Justin, it�s for you. The police department.�
�Getting in trouble with the law Curly?� Chris asked when Justin returned Lances
frown as he reached for the phone. �What would Mama Harless say?� Chris tisked a few
times.
�Yes, this is Justin Timberlake...no....you..Lyndsey?� The men in the kitchen
around Justin all watched in concern as all the color left his face. �I�m on my way down.�
He lowered the phone from his ear, eyes wide and unfocused.
�J?� Joey stood up from his chair and walked over to his friend, placing a hand on
his arm. Justin blinked and looked around at his friends before speaking in a whisper.
�Lyndsey. They found Lyndsey.� Those in the room traded confused looks.
�Lyndsey?� Joey questioned. �Who�s Lynd-� Something clicked and Joey�s eyes
widened as well. �Lyndsey, your missing sister, Lyndsey?� Lance and Chris� eyes
widened as well, all eyes on Justin. All�s he could do was nod. He snapped out of it a
second later.
�Someone go wake up Jc.� He turned from the room. �We�re going down to the
police station.�
~*~
�Well, he�s on his way.� Officer Reynolds placed the phone he had just been
speaking to back on it�s cradle, turning to look at the two young woman seated in front of
him. They had walked into the station around an hour ago. The taller of the two
appearing pale and nervous and shorter determined and sure. They had been stopped at
the front for a minute and then been directed to his desk. He had greeted them and
introduced himself, and they had done likewise before showing him the photocopy of the
missing child flyer. He had looked at it and frowned. He remembered the case, he had
been the officer to head it. He had looked back up at them and Madison had pointed at the
girl introduced as Angela.
�Well guess what officer, she came home.�
He couldn�t just go by the word of two strange girls. He knew who the Timberlakes
were. Knew who Justin Timberlake was, and there was a possibility that these woman
could be nothing more then a couple of fans. He had carefully expressed that opinion to
the women.
�Are you blind?!� Again it was Madison who spoke. �Look at her! Look at the
picture! Look at Justin Timberlake! Lia here IS the missing Lyndsey Timberlake! SHE is
his twin! How can you not see the resemblance?!�
And Reynolds had. For a long while he looked at the picture in front of him and then at
the girl. He drew up a mental picture of Justin Timberlake, not a hard thing to do since his
daughter�s walls were covered in his face. He nodded. There was no denying it. He placed
a call to the private number. Now that he was finished with the call he leaned back in his
chair, folding his hands across his stomach. There were questions he knew he needed to
ask, one in example what had happened to her, but he would wait a few minutes. The
Timberlake girl was looking kind of pale.
�Oh my god...� Lia looked like she was going to be sick. Madison quickly placed
a hand on her friends back.
�Are you OK?�
�Am I OK? Maddy, look what�s about to happen here!� She leaned her elbows on
her knees and then placed her head in her hands. �I�m nervous as all hell and I think I�m
going to be sick.�
�Oh no, dont do that.� Madison exclaimed. �Wouldn�t want to meet Justin for the
first time in years covered in this mornings breakfast.� Lia picked her head up to stare at
Madison, about to comment when Officer Renyolds spoke.
�Excuse me,� He leaned forward again and rested his elbows on the desk. �But
there are a few questions I need awnsered to file in the report.� The girls nodded and he
proceeded to ask the questions which needed to be asked. Not long into the interview the
officer who had been at the front came over to talk in quiet tones with Reynolds. A few
moments later the conversation stopped, and the younger man walked away. Reynolds
turned to the girls with a smile.
�Well, it seems that Mr.Timberlake has arrived.� He watched as the girl first
introduced as Angelia, now identified as Lyndsey, turned even whiter. He stood up first.
�Shall we?�
Madison stood up. �Well, what are we waiting for? Let�s go then!� Lia didn�t follow her
lead. �Lia?� She asked in concern.
�I...I dont think I can do this.� Lia confessed, looking up at Madison with wide
eyes. �No...no I cant.� Madison rolled her eyes and bent to squat down in front of the
other girl.
�Lia hun, you can so do this. You didn�t come all the way over here to Memphis
just to find out the truth and then chicken out? Your about to meet your brother! You
have part of your past just over in the other room! Now come on, let�s go meet him.�
Madison stood up and stared down at Lia for a moment. She watched as she took a few
steadying breathes before standing up. She turned to face the officer who has stood
patiently waiting for them. �All right, let�s go.�
�We�re going.� He commented as he turned, the girls following him to the front.
Thoughts flew through Lia�s head as each step she took drew her closer to the front of
the building and the past. What if she was wrong about this? What if she was Lyndsey
Timberlake? Maybe this was all a nightmare and she would wake up safe and warm in
her bed in Tennessee. She felt a pressure on her hand and looked over at Madison who
smiled at her.
�It�s OK.� She mouthed silently before giving Lia�s hand another squeeze and then
taking a step back. Lia nodded and turned to face forward again. Just a few feet away
from her stood a small group of men, one with his back facing towards her. She knew that
one of those men was her family. She held her breath, suddenly feeling more nervous then
even before. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Before she opened them
she heard her name spoken by a surprised voice.
�Angelia?!�
She opened her eyes to see the man she had sat next to on the plane staring at her with
wide eyes, but he attention was quickly diverted by a loud gasp. Immediately her eyes
trained on the man who�s back had been turned and her breath caught in her throat.
Staring back at her were a pair of identical blue eyes on a face that was identical to hers,
only more masculine.
Everyone in the station had their attention on the pair as they stood in the front of the
station, just staring. Finally Justin took a step forward, eyes glassy?
�Lynd-C?� He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. Lia stared a moment
longer, the child-like pronunciation of the name stirring a memory she didn�t know she
had. She nodded, her vision becoming blurry with tears. He closed the distance between
them in seconds. Now he stood in front of her, his blue eyes mere inches from her own.
Then she was swept into his hug. She threw her arms around his neck. Tears slipped
from her eyes and she could feel his own tears against her neck.
The emotion in the room was high and a few people found tears in their own eyes as they
watched the reunion between the two siblings.
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