Things I've Never Dreamed.



The night rays of the moon silhouetted her, as the small meak sounds of her footsteps could be heard while she approached the border of the railing.The only thing keeping her from the dark blue raging waters that surrounded her, the crisp air whisped around with her hair as it flew in the darkness, her hands brushed against the silver radiating in the dark.



His eyes searched sparse area until they found her stading quietly by the railing watching the dark blue waves of the mid-May, tresses of golden dwindling in the crisp night's air.The sides of his lips curved instantly at the mear sight of it, with a sigh he leaned against the side of a doorway , quietly observing her in the far distance as slight breezes past through the soft echo's of the music that came from within the domain they were in.

His mouth opened halfly, somewhat saddened he had to end things, but still yet he couldn't help but ruin the moment."Hey!" he howled in a joking tone.

She jumped at the husky tone of voice, as she turned to it vigilantly eye the figure that leaned casually against the door opening light beaming from each crany.

"Patrick!" she breathed with a slight roll of her eyes"you scared me half to death."she smiled, as she continued to watch her surroundings.

"So tell me, what's the birthday girl doing here all by herself? Everyone's asking for you." the smooth voice spoke on as he approched her, her small figure turning towards him with a warm smile.

She shrugged non-chalantly, still a small smile etched on her lips, as her arms hugged herself tightly."No reason, just came out for some fresh air...I thought no one would really notice with everything going on up there."she went on with a laugh, still foccused on him.

"I noticed."

A silence came upon them once more as Charity turned once more, and Patrick came closer towards her slithering his arms around her waist, the soft chords flowing their way through the balcony swirling along with the winds that past.

She smiled once more, as her hands intertwind with his and her body swayed gently to the music she heard away in the far distance, suttle she did it almost as if enticing him to do the same.

"C'mon," he whinned childshly while"Charity you know I can't dance." he continued as his slender body outlandishly tried to do the same.

"That's only because you've never tried,Pat.You know maybe, we could sign up for one of those dancing clases...or maybe if that doesn't pan out, I'll just leave you for someone who can dance." she teased.

"Funny,"he said with a touch of passive anger, at the thought of her ever leaving."very funny." he continued as he grinned.

As the music began to fade away, his lips brought themselves to her ear."I have something to show you."he whispered softly.

She turned to him nodding quietly as her hand, went with his and they left the balcony.They eased themselves through the crowded room of people, and servral flashes of familiar faces...all smiling and content, as some subtly wished her a happy birthday and others insisting she'd stop and chat for awhile, however, Patrick's hand still gently tugged her along across the pearl white ball room and towards the endless stairs.

"We're almost there." his brilliant brown eyes spoke with intent, firmly grasping onto her dainty hand while gently letting them follow him to where ever they were going.

Charity didn't bother ask where they were heading, he'd never tell! She simply continued to walk along side him her eyes watching expectantly towards each room they past wondering if that one held the surprise, whatever it happened to be.

Her brow cocked increduously as he faced a mahogany brown door.Patrick slid away taking her hand in his once more as he lead her infront of it.

"Go ahead, open it." he directed hidding his evident, excitment as he stood inches behind.

She did as he asked, while her hand twisted the door nod and it swung open to a semi-lit, blurry room.As the bold sounds of their footsteps, her eyes adjusted to their surroundings...Patrick followed not too far behind closing the door behind them as he watched Charity survey the room.

The french upper balcony windows were opened slightly, the breezes shuffling white rose pettals at her feet.She turned to him once more slightly confused, as his eyes intimadated for her to go further and so she did pausing within a gasp at what caught her eye when she did.

"Pat!" she whispered softly, at the rose pettled floored balcony with tall standed candels placed distantly around, and a small table placed in the middle of the surroundings.Her eyes narrowed as she approached it, her eyes fixated on the small cake with her name ruggedly written upon it, and candels placed all over it.

"It's nothing too extravagant." he began modistly, as she turned to him."but I did bake the cake myself...I guess that explains allot huh?"

She nodded as she smiled placing her lips on his."I love it, and I love you."

"Happy birthday."he murmered softly as he summoned her lips back to his, suddenly pulling away and looking her in the eyes once more, "close your eyes."

"What? Why!?" she questioned while backing away slightly.

"Standish just trust me," he laughed softy while she stubbornly shut her eyes, and he turned her back towards him.

Minutes past and she began to get very impatient with all the waiting she'd gone through in one day."Well?"she started in a huff.

"Alright, open them."

Her eyes were glossy as her hands rested on the necklace that fell on her neck while she looked at him with her resounding smile.

"I take it you like it?"

"Like it?" she responded in week tone."I love it!Why are you so perfect?" she questioned while wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Just because." he responded with a small grin.

She pulled him closer inward towards her as she felt him tense up, Charity pulled away as her eyes glanced up towards his for a moment."What's the matter?"

Patrick detached himself from the embrace with a slight sigh, as his brown eyes foccused on Charity."Damien just called,"

"Really," she began calmly while folding her arms"well what did he say? Did we get a lead on finding where that wherehouse is?"

He nodded while raising a brow."We did, actually; As we speak.Damien just said he has them cornered all we need is some back-up so I'm going to go."he ended unhanding her grasp unto his hand as he turned and commenced leaving the balcony and room.

"I'm comming with you," she spoke " it's my case too, if you haven't already forgotten?" she quipped watching his looks of disagreance.

"Yes," he replied while turning to her" and it's also your birthday, one that I want you to enjoy...so I want you to stay here okay? It won't take me too long, I've demanded to be back before the night's over" he winked as he turned his back to her once more opening the door and letting the bold music echo through the room.

"Birthday's will come and go Pat, this is a big case and I want to make sure that it's will is made."she continued speaking with all seriousness in her tone.

Her light blue eyes glaring towards him, as he turned to her walking back to her form with a smirk."I know you do, but , just this once could you just submit to this without any confrontations? Please."he asked while they headed down the stairs.

She sighed slightly, her arms crossed as she faced him at the door"Fine, but know that this doesn't mean I like the idea."

"Of course."he replied as he leaned and kissed her forehead.



Her eyes shut lightly at the feel, before opening them once more"Hurry back." she whispered as he turned to go.With only the sound of the door sharpy shutting to be heard around her.

"Aww! Look at the happy couple!"Bianca Evans bellowed into the loby, as she and Kay Bennett approched their long time friend.

Charity turned to her friends obnoxious squealing, as she grinned walking closer towards them.

"Happy Birthday, Sweetie." Kay said before hugging her cousin tightly.

"Thanks Kay; So," she started while heading to the ballroom"should I even dare to question what you ladies have been upto tonight? Although I think I have an idea what Bianca's been doing." she rose a brow slightly before lifting a champain flute from a nearby waitress.

"Hey!"Kay chuckled softly raising her hands in defence"Don't look at me I'm perfectlly spoken for,"she said as a small smile captured her expressions while glacing slightly at the tall slender blonde male in the other corner of the room."Now our girl, Bianca is the one we should be worrying about." she giggled, as Kay and Charity watched Bianca strut her way into the conversation.

"Don't be jealous."she stated smugly,"I know y'all were talking about how fabulous I look tonight."

They both exchanged looks, while laughing and simply enjoying the moment as they spoke of the night's events.The usual, who's dress looked the worst...or the skankiest...who's date looked the best...or the worst; And of course the customary gossip - who was loving whom.

The night past and her glances kept lingering the door that would always stood in a certain emptyness.As Charity shook it all off dimisively trying to parish the thought of anything negitive to happen this night, she dissapeared into awash ballroom tyring to enjoy what was her birth right.

Hours past and her eyes wondered the room as she noticed a slight crowd pilling towards the loby, the closer she came she couldn't help but here the thunders of familiar voices.

"Calm down Damien, and tell us what's going on."a voice spoke drawing the man to their side.

"I will once I know where Charity is." he replied in a gruff tone as he violently recoiled from the man."Charity!?" he called into the crowd until she finally came through, he eyes wildly searching his.

"Damien? What's the matter..." she began searching over the man's shoulder for her boyfriend, anxiety overcomming her thoughts as she pulled Damien towards her."where is he?"

She looked at him, searching for the answers to her questions.He shook his head solemly, before staightening his starure and stairing Charity straight in the eye."I'm sorry, Charity..."he trailed his tone weakening as his brown eyes foccused on the vanilla ceiling above him, and he continued to rambell apologies.

"Dammit! I don't need your apologies Damien, where is Patrick?"she roared.

The room fell scarcely still as you could hear a pin drop in the farest distance, while Charity stood distances away from her partner, her eyes glowered with anguis and fear.

"He's gone - Charity, Patrick didn't make it."

Her eyes widened as she backed back, shaking her head as tears began to fall frenziedly and her slender hands shook while she braught them to her mouth, keeping back her sob...trying her hardest to wake up from the nightmare that had just came to her.

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INVERNESS , SCOTLAND.



//Ave Maria...Gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

Ave, ave dominus...Dominus tecum

Benedicta tu in mulieribus

Et benedictus

Et benedictus fructus ventris

Ventris tuae, Jesus.

Ave Maria//

The winds blew fiercely outside beyond the dark muggy surroundings, as lights drizzels of rain carresed the top of the slow paced cars came to a hault into Saint - Andrews Cathedral that Sunday afternoon.

Her sullen eyes glanced towards the other end of the limo resting on his parents, eyes red with tears they'd cried over their son's sudden murder nights before. Patrick's mother, Margrett O'Riley smiled sadly towards her as she looked down at Stanford O'Riley's hands.He faced the window watching the rain pound outside, trying desperatelly to ignore what was happening and hiding the heartbreak he felt, of his son's murder.

//Ave Maria, gratia plena...

Maria, gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

Ave, ave dominus, Dominus tecum //

Margrett gripped onto her husbands hands, as the limo stopped completely tugging at them trying to make Standford turn to her.Slowy with great demurralization he turned to her raising the curves of his lips trying to keep his strength.For years, this place Scotland was his home, one of which he was very proud and amazed of...but as the day drew forward, his hatred for it grew as he'd never dreamed he'd have to burry his son here.He opened the door swiftly as he and Margrett slid outside, leaving Charity, Kay and Bianca inside.

Silence was thick, as the slight brustle of everyone filing into the cathedral could be heard in a far distance.

"Are you ready?" Bianca questioned Charity as she turned her glances from the window.

"I guess so, yeah." she replied quietly as she opened the car door and walked out.

The afternoon winds were crisp, with each blow sending cool shivers through all of it's inhabitants as they walked by.Sounds of traditional bagpipes, could be heard around letting out almost mournfull cries adding to feelings of sorrow.

"Let not your hearts be troubled;Believe in God, believe also in me."the priest spoke his voice mirrored through the cathedral."In my father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?And when I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also."he ended as his eyes took in each person.

//Ave Maria...Mater Dei

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus

Ora pro nobis...

Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus//

"With all that said, we shant mourn Patrick's death but rejoice his life this afternoon.It was among one of his wishes that he'd be burried in his second home - the home of his parent's, as, was would it have been to have to have his loved ones speak on his behalf."

As she felt the tight squeeze from Margrett Charity stood from the crowd, as her footsteps could be heard through the ivory and golden of the cathedral.As she reached the podium infront of everyone she pullde out a small dishevaled piece of paper of which she'd tried to figure out what she'd say.

//Nunc et in hora mortis...Et in hora mortis nostrae...//

She cleared her throat into the still room,"When I'd first decided to work with the Harmony PD, many years ago...we were partners in training," she began quietly smilling slightly caught in the memory.

"He was sure I wouldn't make it, saying that I couldn't take on the pressures a subject of which we had many fights about..." a soft chuckled became of the room.

//Et in hora mortis nostrae...Et in hora mortis nostrae,Et in hora mortis nostrae.Ave Maria//

"Though when I finally made it, he was the first to say he always knew I could do it - I've known and loved, Patrick O'riley for most of my life, and I always will.Even thought my..." she paused once more, her voice weakening."my heart doesn't want to believe he's gone, I know...that he's in a better place, and that he's alright;"

The soft whisper of music became bold each word tearing through her as she spoke, as she felt her tears form in her eyes."And I'm glad, that I had the chance to have someone like him in my life...Thank you." she finished while stepping away from the podium and heading back to her seat defiant tears rolling down her cheeks.

//Ave Maria, gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

Ave, ave dominus

Dominus tecum.

Ave Maria...//

When Patrick had left that afternoon, she didn't only loose him...she'd lost her innocence, her joy.Yet gained, a stronger thirst to avenge his death.

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" I'm sorry Standish, I'm afraid this case won't stand."

"What the hell do you mean this case C'ANT stand!?" she roared hysterically her eyes glowing with contempt."Months ago one of your best detectives was murdered trying to finish up a case," her hands collapsed onto the desk, as her eyes dug into the officer across from her."Now you tell me how this case couldn't stand in supreme court."

"Easily," the man beggan sitting casually laying back in his chair with a deep contimplative sigh"we searched the wherehouse, Patrick was killed in extensivelly aswell as searching each possible suspect concievable.We came up with nothing.No evidance, no suspects...no case."

As the words hit her she felt her knees weaking and a faint feeling brush across her, her hands still on the desk.

"I'm really sorry, Charity.We tried the best we could for Pat, we really did -"

She nodded quietly ruffling through her atire and taking out her badge and gun and resting them on the table."I'm sorry too," she spoke while turning to leave.

"I don't understand Standish? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make sure the people who've done this pay, that's what I'm doing!" she thundered while leaving the premises.

Closing Thoughts - I figured I'd switch some thangs up and save my welcome until the end!So, WELCOME!!! and I hope you liked the first chapter to my mystery, and I'm anxious to hear what y'all think of it. Um, first off this whole stroy will be AU, so you can forget everything that's happened and all your knowledge of the show's character's when you read this...the rating my rise from time to time depending on how I choose to write this so I hope you're in for it...and, that is it! Latz.(Ooh! And don't forget to read and review, 'Daniel' if y'all haven't already done such.)