CSI: Miami

My mother died way before I was born. They pulled me out of her only 3 months long, still in the sack. They kept me alive in some kind of medical machine until I was 40 weeks long. When I was born, one of the nurses that looked after me, adopted me as her own. When I got old enough to understand everything, she told me that my mother died from being shot in the stomach missing me by a few inches and my father was or is a cop of MDPD as a CSI captain. She told me that he didn’t know about me when my mother died or he would’ve came and got me and watched over me. The dr that saved me told her that he didn’t need the burden of a baby that could die or not on his hands. So 18 years later, I graduated high school and went to the police academy and got my badge. I was top of my class and made it to the police force. I had went to the MDPD to look for my father and tell him who I was and explain everything to him that was told to me. My mother was; Marisol Delko Caine, she was shortly married to Horatio Caine and sister to Eric Delko, which was an officer along with my father. The nurse that took care of me, she named me after my uncle and father; Erica H. Caine. And this is my story.