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Abbie Castile

(Helen Anker. Photo from Google.)

 

Full Name: Serena Abernathy Abshire-Castile
Nickname: Abbie
Date of Birth: April 17, 1977.
Role on the show: Forensic Psychologist
Education: The Chicago School of Professional Psychology; Degree Earned: Certificate in Applied Forensic Psychology.
Complete family tree: http://www.freewebs.com/lostladyknight/familytree.htm
Interests: Cooking, psychology, video gaming.
Favorite music (At least three artists):  Evanessence, Hanna Fury, Kate Bush, KT Tunstall, Pink, Gwen Stefani, Celine Dion.
Favorite movie: Before Sunrise
Favorite Food: Italian. Any form.
Favorite Color: Red.

Mini Bio/Anything else we should know (about their life, mannarisms, do they like dogs?, etc.): Not overly talkitive. Grew up with single mother and two younger brothers until age of fourteen. Lived with her father throughout high school and college until she married. Married Jonathan Casitle when they discovered they were pregnant her Junior Year of college. Has two children. Widowed. Best friends with Archie Johnson. Only pet is a betta fish called Humphrey.

One written page about their introduction to your fandom of choice. Call it a mini-fic:

 First Day:

“Mom, can we get a dog?” She hadn't even known he was awake. He was laying with his head resting against the passenger's side window and had been for the last hour of their drive.

“Honey, we're moving, it's not the best time to bring someone else into our family.” She reached a hand across the car and rubbed his arm gently. Then letting her hand climb a bit she pushed a strand of his brown hair behind his ear. “We'll get one though. If that's what you really want, but we might have to wait a few months until we're settled. Maybe for your birthday?”

“Whatever,” he shook her hand away. “It's not like you mean it, anyway.”

“I do too,” she protested. “Look, I get that you're mad at me about the move but this is something we have to do. I promise, it'll get better. And I do mean it. We can get a dog if you want. We both know you don't really want one though.”

“It's not MY fault I'm scared of dogs,” her son said to her, picking up his face and turning it to glare at her. “Last time I checked it was your husband that let me get bitten by that dalmatian when I was five.”

“Jonathan Thomas,” she started to scold him for talking about his father that way. In the end, however, she decided against it. He needed his own way of dealing, even a year and a half later, just like she did.

She watched him as he turned away from her and brooded into the corner, as best he could. It was humorous to her that he had such an ability to find places to tuck himself into, to be angry. Other people had told her that she should worry about him and his ability to hold a grudge as long as he could. They had warned her that it was a sign of some sort of serious psychological damage. Abbie, however, knew her son well enough to know that wasn't true. He was just like her. He felt things in extremes.

He was usually a happy kid and she knew as she pulled in to their new driveway that he'd calm down now that he was home. Granted, he'd never seen the home before, but it was enough. It was smaller, considerably so, than their place in Port Washington, but it had three bedrooms and that's all they needed. She pulled the car to a stop and turned off the engine; deciding to let her son climb out of the car when he pleased. She grabbed the jar out of the cup holder beside her and walked around to the door closest to her other child.

Setting the jar on the roof of the car for a moment she said, “stay here for just a second Humphrey, I gotta get Rory out of her baby seat.” The purple fish inside flared at her a bit and contentedly swam a circle in his jar.

Rory woke up as she began unbuckling her from her child seat. “There yet?” She was half asleep as she asked the question, leaning forward and burrowing her tiny face into her mother's shoulder. Abbie held her daughter close and ran a hand up and down her back gently. “Yeah babe, we're here. Want to go see your new room?”

“No,” the girl stated with as much determination as Abbie had ever heard her child speak in. She was too young to fully understand what was going on, but apparently not as oblivious as Abbie had suspected.

“Yes you do,” Abbie said to her daughter, tickling her belly gently and lowering her face to drop a couple of kisses on her cheeks. “Of course you do.”

“Moooommy,” she heard her son calling from already inside their new home. He must have grabbed her keys and gone in while she was playing with the two-year old. “This house is backwards.”

She chuckled a little at her son's description of their new home and smiled. She lowered her daughter to the ground, not letting go of her hand, and grabbed Humphrey's jar off of the top of the car. “I'd call it more upside-down than backwards if you asked me,” she said as she walked up next to her son.

The stairs led down instead of up. It was like the bedrooms were in the basement, but not really. You just started out in the living room, on the second floor. “This is so cool,” her son was gushing. “Hey mom do I get to pick my bedroom first?”

“I thought you'd like it,” she said, commenting on his reaction to their new home. “And your bedroom is the second on the left down there.” He was out of sight down the stairs. She gave her daughter a little push towards the stairs and said “you want to go see too?”

As she heard her son telling her daughter he'd help her find her bedroom she looked at the fish in her hand. “I haven't figured out where your room is yet. Do you want to be a computer desk fish? Or a kitchen fish? Or maybe you want to live in the TV room this time?” The fish swam another circle around his jar and then just looked at her. As long as he got out of the jar and back into his five gallon aquarium, and soon, he didn't care. “I think, if you don't mind, I want you to live in the kitchen on the end of the counter so I can spend time with you in the mornings, and you'll be able to see the TV from in there.”

Of course she knew that it didn't matter if the fish could see the television or not and spending time with her was of as little importance as anything else, but she really liked the fish. He was almost a sort of transitional item for her. He'd been a gift to her for the last Valentine's day she'd spent with her husband.

“Mommy,” she heard her son say again as he came into the kitchen behind her. She smiled, enjoying the sound of him calling her mommy, reverting just a bit to the little boy he wasn't anymore. She lowered Humphrey's jar to the counter and looked at her son, waiting for him to finish. "My room is so cool! It has a shelf with my bed on it.”

“It's called a loft, and isn't that neat?” the wall of her son's bedroom came out a bit and then went high creating a nook beneath and a loft above for a queen sized mattress. She knew her son would love the room as soon as he saw it. “I figure we can put your school desk down below and then maybe hang a sheet or curtain, kinda like a little fort.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone coming in to their apartment. Before she saw his face she knew it could only be one person, Archie. She actually ran to him, something she rarely ever did, and threw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. “I can't believe you're here! I thought you weren't coming over until tomorrow night.”