A/N: Rough ride over the last couple of weeks. Sorry I'm not as consistent as I used to be, one day I won't have so much on my plate. My Muse is basically working part-time at the moment and I really don't want to ship junk so I'll dole them out as I put them together. Meanwhile, here's Amelia.

Misandry
Bedford Hills , New York.

My Dearest Aimee.

When I asked Casey about writing you, she thought it was a good idea but told me to be completely honest with you. So that's what I'm going to do. My name is Caroline and I guess I'm your stepmother. You know, I never thought of myself as a stepmother. To me, Greg, Denis, Casey, and you especially, you're all my children, I raised your brothers from toddlers and your sister from diapers.

I'm so sorry for what happened to you. Like your father, I feel responsible for your situation because I wasn't there to be the mother that you should have had. The mother that your sister had. When your father told me that you'd been found, I cried for hours. At first in joy and relief that our family could be whole again, until he told me where you were and why. I cried even more for you. Please don't be offended. If you can, try to see it from my point of view.

Where you never knew I existed, I've thought of and worried over you all of your life. My darling child who was stolen from us so long ago. I've prayed for you every night and begged the Good Lord to return you to us. I don't know what awful things happened to you, I won't even hazard a guess at what your life was like, but I've got an overabundance of southern patience so I'll wait for you to tell me in person, when you're ready.

I guess I should tell you something about myself, I'm from southern Mississippi, Picayune to be specific. I grew up with southern values and traditions that I'm very proud of and I've passed them on to your brothers and sister. I like to think that it's part of what made them such wonderful people. Like your father, I was married once before and like Tom, I was widowed. My first husband died in Vietnam. My parents weren't exactly thrilled when I married a soldier but after having two husbands who were both soldiers, I have no regrets. Andrew was a good man who made me feel special and I loved him very much. Though I could see us together till the end, he died in the fall of Saigon and left me cold and alone.
Until the day I met your father.

I was buying boxes from the PX because the Army was making me leave my home at Fort Lee, they do that when your soldier dies and I wasn't looking forward to going back to my parents home. I saw a hand written note on the PX bulletin board.

"Army Widower in need of a quality nanny for two small boys. Off Post housing provided with full access to all of the homes amenities."

I took the note to your father and after a long conversation of our histories, he helped me move into his home and I've been with him ever since. You wouldn't think it but he was actually quite bashful at first, very considerate of my private needs as a woman. When I moved in, I was very surprised to see that he put me into the master bedroom. When I asked him why he simply said that a woman requires her privacy so he gave me the room so I'd have my own bathroom. He also brought both Greg and Denis to the door and made them both promise never to go into my room without my permission and never without me there.

And just so you know the kind of man your father is, never once did he come into that room without my expressed invitation.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement at first, romance didn't come until much later but truthfully I believe I started to fall for him a little every day.

The day your father found out that he had two daughters is a day I'll never forget. He sent the boys out to play in the backyard and asked me if we could talk privately. I thought he was going to ask me out on a date, until I saw the way he was looking down at his feet. The way he refused to even meet my gaze.

I'd never known him to show such emotion before and even to this day, its rare to see more than subtle expressions of his feelings. He said that he'd done something that he was ashamed of. He'd made love to a woman that he didn't know. He told me that she'd given birth to twin girls and that she'd given them up for adoption.

Mind you that we didn't have a relationship outside of friendship and raising those boys. Yet he looked as guilty as if he'd committed adultery against me. Truthfully, I was quite hurt by his words, but as I looked out of my windows and saw your brothers chasing each other around the back yard, I knew what i was going to say.

"You've done a very foolish thing, Thomas Novak." I said to him, "But now is not the time for regrets. A father's first duty is to his children. You have two little girls out there that you fathered. You go get them and bring them home. We'll discuss their conception after their home."
While your father went out to the adoption agency I went and picked up a large crib for the both of you. I still believe one of the cruelest things someone can do is separate twin infants. He came home that evening with Casey in his arms and said the Adoption agency was having trouble contacting the other family. The agency said they'd send a lady to get you.

I held Casey in my arms and dreamed about the day when I could hold you both at the same time. I had no idea that it would be so long until I could. It didn't take long to realize that there was a problem getting you home. The Adoption agency was starting to avoid our calls and then your father took a squad of troops to their office where the manager was persuaded to tell the truth. I don't know how angry your father was but the men with him never once crossed him again.

What I do remember was him coming home that night and going straight to Casey. He held that little red haired baby long after I put the boys to bed. When I looked in on him, he told me that you were missing. I'd never seen him cry before but after he laid Casey back in the crib i'd bought for the both of you, he fell to his knees. I got down behind him and held him as he wept for you. The next day, Tom was at the State Police putting out a missing child report and using his service as leverage to get them moving. But there was no sign of you. For months, when your father wasn't on duty at the base, he was running searches on where you could have been taken. Even after Virginia gave up, he never did.

I was at home, raising your brothers and taking care of your sister. Every day, as I cared for Casey, i saw you out there alone and without your family or your sister. Every day broke my heart a little as i watched her grow into the beautiful woman she is and that i know you have also become. Every time i looked at her, I was reminded that you were out there. I prayed for you every night, prayed that you were in a good home and that you were loved. I prayed that the Lord would send us some news about you.

Until finally, I knew you'd been found. I don't know a lot about why your in that awful place but I do know that when you can, you'll finally come home. I can't wait for the day when i can finally pull you in to my arms and hold you.

My beloved daughter, how much i ache to finally meet you.

With all of my heart and my enduring love,

Caroline.

Letting her hand fall to her side, she kept her fingers tight against the letter she'd received. Amelia closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the block wall of her cell. The words on the pages brought her no peace but they were heart felt and though they angered her, she was also saddened by them. Caroline had been devastated by her abduction. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the guard.

"Chase, you got a visitor."

Though not really one for emotions, Amelia smiled lightly in spite of herself. Over the last month and a half, Casey had made sure that she'd visited at least twice a week. Especially whenever Buckmore came to discuss her case. Then Casey was all over the prosecutor, much to Buckmore's dismay.

Amelia grabbed her shoes and slipped them on her feet as Torres unlocked the cell door. She held her hands up to be cuffed and the tough guard gave her a look.

"You're not going to give me any problems, right?"

Amelia shook her head, "Not today."

Torres's lip twitched and held the edge of a grin, "Good. We'll skip the cuffs today as long as you keep that in mind."

She took a step away from the gate as Amelia stepped out. "Back to the yard?"

"Visitor's Center." Torres replied as she pointed down the block. "It's not Casey."

Amelia blinked at her as she started down the block, "Who is it?"

"The sheet says Novak but I didn't catch the guy's first name." She said right before they came to the block gate. It buzzed and Torres lead the way down to the visitors center.

A few minutes later she walked into the holding area where prisoner's restraints were usually removed,

Torres faced off with Amelia, "There's a safety glass wall separating you from your visitor and a phone on the right. your conversation will be monitored so don't get yourself in trouble."

Amelia nodded as she felt her nerves jump. Her father had that effect on her though the reason was mostly gender based. That and the air of command that radiated from every pore of his body. He was a man who was very much used to speaking and having everyone do what he said. Casey said it comes from a lifetime of service. Amelia hadn't seen much of him once she was released from Bellevue and sent to Bedford Hills. He had only visited her once since she'd come here and Amelia hadn't exactly been nice when he did.

The little dick FBI shrink called it severe misandry, the hatred and distrust of all things male. Despite believing his story about her false adoption and the Novak's subsequent quest to find her, Amelia hated Tom Novak for the hell that was her life and routinely took it out on him verbally during that visit. The man's patience with her irritated her to distraction.

She didn't want to be so snappy with him but… Her thoughts were interrupted by the man who sat on the other side of the window. As tall as Tom Novak, instead of having greying hair his was all black. He wore a casual button up shirt and jeans but what set Amelia off was that lopsided grin. She sat down at the window and picked up the phone.

"Who the hell are you?' She snapped.

He was taken aback slightly at her hostile tone. "I'm your brother, Denis."

"Sure you are." She replied.

He grinned at her and pulled out his wallet. "I figured you might not believe me so…" He pressed a picture to the glass. It was of him, Casey and another young Tom Novak clone, all three in baseball gear and smiling with their arms over each other's shoulders.

"Dad told me that Casey had found you. I would've come to see you earlier but life in the Army is all about paperwork."

Amelia snorted, "Paperwork."

He grinned again and put his wallet away, "Yep. You need to take time off, so you check your Leave and Earnings Statement to see how much you've earned. Fill out a leave request form, hand it in to your supervisor, who takes it up to the company commander, who decides if he will grant your leave. He passes it down that there's something going on that week and requests a different time…" He shrugged, "Bureaucracy… in triplicate. That's the Army way. So, here I am. Your slightly older but very charming half brother from another mother."

Amelia just stared at him as he started laughing, then sobered as he realized she wasn't.

"Sooo…" he shifted in the chair. "I bet the food in there is better than the crap I have to eat on the base."

"Really." She snarled. "I bet the showers are better too. Hard to beat getting your back washed while a guard sticks his dick in your ass."

Denis choked at her words. Though Casey and his dad warned him that Aimee was hostile to men, he hadn't been prepared for her venom.

"Wow," he gaped, "okay, I guess maybe I should let you get to know me a little better before I try to be funny. Sorry, Aimee."

"Get to know you?!" She shouted and stood up, "Let me tell you what you need to know about me, funny guy. I've had it with this whole family coming out of the woodwork bullshit! Don't you people understand? My life fucking sucked because of all of you! I've been beaten, molested, gang raped, and nearly killed because of your fucking family. I've had a cock shoved in every hole I have at the same time by charming little pricks in uniform like you. I strangled a better lay than you so fuck off!"

She slammed the phone down and walked out to where Torres stood more than a little surprised.

Apartment of Casey Novak

While Liv was stuck working late Casey had the idea of coming home, changing into the corset and thong she'd bought for her lovely detective and heading over to Make sure her day ended with a smile. She rushed in with a grin on her face until she saw her brother sitting on her couch. His usual fun demeanor was somber as he sipped at a beer.

"Hey," she said as she sat her briefcase down on the table, "I thought you were going to see Amelia."

"Yeah, that didn't go well. She basically accused me of every bad thing that happened to her." He looked up at her and frowned, "what did happen to her? She said she was molested and gang raped."

Casey lost her happy look as she sat down next to her brother.

"I don't know a lot about what happened when she was growing up. She gets really, really, pissed when I bring it up so I'm waiting for her to open up on her own. All I do know is that she was abused by her adopted family."

Denis nodded and his head drooped, "so she raped a guy in return?"

Casey took the beer out of his hand before taking a large swallow. She handed it back and cleared her throat.

"She's in prison for murder, Denis." Casey said solemnly.

Denis lifted his head to stare at her. "Murder?"

Nodding, Casey sat with her elbows on her knees. "Three years ago, a woman named Sydney Green was found tied up in a self-bondage choking rig. She'd appeared to have died from auto-erotica asphyxiation. It took a few days before they figured out that it was a murder staged to look like an accidental death.

"Sidney had two friends she hung out with a lot. Pamela Adler was a defense attorney and Amelia Chase was a day trader."

Denis blinked, "As in Aimee?"

Nodding Casey took his beer again, "Amelia is an auto-erotic and I think it was because of how she was abused as a child. She, Pamela, and Sidney tied down and raped a male stripper at Sidney's bachelorette party. When he filed a civil suit against them Sidney was going to pay him to drop the charges. Pamela and Amelia killed her to stop her from naming them in the lawsuit."

She took another drink before continuing. "They had Amelia for the rape and the murder but the cops wanted Pam as well. They didn't have enough to get her so the ADA gave her a plea bargain for her testimony. It wasn't enough. Pam walked on the rape but…"

She hesitated and Denis called her on it "but what?"

Casey took a deep breath and looked her brother in the eyes. "But Liv is a very good at her job."

His eyes widening, Denis stood up. "Liv?!"

She nodded. "She found Pam's fingerprints on the ceiling of Sidney's condo where they tied a rope around the ceiling fan. She arrested Pam as she walked out from her acquittal. Pam got the minimum sentence of sixteen years while Amelia's deal still put her away for twenty-five."

Denis put his hand to his head and walked around in a circle. He stopped again and looked at her, "Liv put her away?"

Casey nodded. "She didn't know me then and never put it together that we're twins. She found out when she was looking in to Aimee's disappearance for me."

Reeling as if dizzy, Denis sat down on the couch again. "Jesus, dad never said anything about this."

"You know dad." She replied, "He doesn't always tell us everything."

"Casey!" He shouted, "Your girlfriend put your twin sister up in the big house for murder! I like Liv but how do you go on after that?"

"It's not easy." She admitted, "But Amelia did strangle Sidney Green. She did rape Peter Smith. Liv did her job and provided the DA's office with a case and evidence to convict."

"Yeah and that did a number on Amelia, let me tell you. That woman wanted to cut off my star players and I'd only just met her."

"Yeah well, Amelia's been through a lot." She said as she stood up, "Both out of prison and inside. She has a severe hatred for all things male right now. Given what they did to her at Sing Sing, I can't blame her. I don't agree with it but I understand her hatred. She's been raped, repeatedly. You don't know what one time can do to a woman's mind. I've seen it all in this job. But what happened to her is worse than anything I've seen yet. Hell, we're lucky she's as sane as she is."

That's the thing," Denis scoffed, "I don't think she is. Aimee was mean at first but then She just flew off the handle when I apologized for trying to be funny."

"Amelia." Casey corrected, "She's gets very upset when you call her Aimee."

Denis paused mid argument as he though back to his visit.

Not missing the look, Casey shook her head, "you already did it, didn't you."

"Damn," he nodded, "yeah I did."

Casey put a hand on his shoulder, "Well, don't feel too bad about it. She said some pretty awful things to dad too."

"How did he take it?" Denis asked, remembering when he'd smarted of to toe old war dog.

Casey smiled, "Better than i thought he'd ever take something like what she'd said. But between her misandry and feeling guilty for not finding her, Daddy has been a lot more understanding than anyone."

"Yeah well, in some ways he's not the same dad we grew up with." Denis leaned back in the couch. "How did dad take it when he found out Liv put Aim-, I mean Amelia, away?"

Casey shrugged as she got up and headed to her fridge. "You know a dad, he loves us but if we did something stupid, he'd let us take the heat for it."

"Yeah but How many hits can he take. You don't come home for the holidays, when you do you tell him your dating a woman. That woman finds his missing kid. Then he finds out she was the one who put her away for murder." Casey handed him a fresh beer as he looked up to her. "That's a lot to take on one swing of a year, Case. I like Liv but this whole Aimee slash Amelia couldn't be sitting well with him."

"Daddy understands the difficult position Liv is in." Casey said softly, "I know that because he explained it to me in that way of his."

Snorting, Denis twisted the top off the beer bottle. "He made you stand at attention and shoveled logic and reason on you like it was manure."

Casey grinned and nodded. "Until you stank of it."

Denis laughed, "So the old guy has a heart that wasn't issued at Basic. Who knew?"

With the tension broken, Casey stood up and headed towards her bedroom. "And on that note, I'm going to put on something sexy for my girlfriend and wait for her in her bed."

Groaning, Denis's head fell back on the couch, "Seriously, I'm happy that your happy but you can keep those kind of plans to yourself. Really don't need all of that."

She grabbed the door and smirked at him. "Becky told me all about that little red dress she wears for you on occasion. The one that she can't wear—"

"Hey!" He shouted as he sat up, "Again, I don't need to know that you know that! Gross!"

Casey laughed as she shut herself into her room.