Mad Season

by AJ

Mason thought that he had run out of tears, but here he was, crying as he read the note that was left in the safety deposit box.

"Mason, if you are reading this, then that means that I'm dead. I wanted to tell you how much I love you. I realize I never did tell you that often enough when I was still alive. I'm sorry son. You deserved to hear it from me more often. You deserved so much more of me then I gave you. I'm sorry." Mason stopped reading for a moment and lowered the paper from his eyes so that it would not become tear stained.

"If I know anything about the two of us, the last interaction that the two of us will have shared, we probably got into a fight. And if I'm right, you are thinking that it is your fault that I died. It's not your fault Reeder. It's not. Don't blame it on yourself." Mason had to stop reading again. Every time someone called him Reeder, they meant business.

Feeling a supportive hand on his shoulder, he looked back to find Jed. Mason looked at him in the eyes, deep down into the soul. Jed got the hint as he was handed the note. After finding out where Mason ended, Jed began to read.

"There is just one more thing I need to say before I go, which was the original purpose of this note. I'm proud of you son. I've always been proud of you. I think you will make a fine police officer, and an even finer Secret Service Agent. Just don't get stuck working for your uncle. He can be a real pain sometimes. I love you, Reeder, and I am very proud of you. Love, Dad."

When Jed finished reading the note, he managed to set it down on the counter before Mason completely dissolved in his arms. "Why'd he have to die, Vett?" Mason used his nickname for Jed's middle name, Everett. Only Mason ever used this nickname, not even Abbey.

"I don't know, son. I don't know." Jed whispered as he stood there, supporting Mase.

TBC. . .

 

Mad Season - 11

 

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