This is a flashback. It explains some stuff, but this is going to be another multi-chapter fic. Don't know exactly where it's going, but I have a better idea than I did when I started Finding Solace In Lies. As promised, this is a sequel to the aforementioned story. I hope you guys like it. And I really hope to see reviews, even though this is the most random 'ship in the entire world. Lindsey isn't even a selectable character! Oh well... Enjoy!

London, England - January 21, 2000 6:45 p.m.

Diana smiled at him serenely, her hand resting lazily on his chest. She always looked so peaceful, and her emerald green eyes struggled to stare through her drooping lids. She turned away from him a moment later, and in a flash she was up and frantically looking around the room.

"What's the hurry?" Drake asked, a bit confused but otherwise enjoying the view of her naked body.

"I'm late for my shift at the pub. I'm closing tonight." She pulled on her panties, then clasped her bra behind her back. She turned back to him while she yanked her shirt over her head. "I'll be back at one thirty. Promise."

"Alright. Be careful: I want you coming back in one piece."

After she had pulled up her pleated black skirt, Diana sauntered back to the bed and leaned in slowly, giving him a lingering, tantalizing kiss that left him longing for more. "Of course. I can handle the blokes at the pub better than any of the other barmaids."

"I know you can. I'm the one who taught you everything you know."

"True enough." She straightened out and brushed off her skirt, then turned to leave. "I'll see you later tonight, Cam. Love you."

He smiled at her back, knowing she could sense it. "Love you, too, my dear."

London, England - January 22, 2000 1:45 a.m.

A woman's scream jerked Drake from a deep sleep. Not an ounce of grogginess remained as he realized it had come from just outside his window. He snatched his gun from the nightstand and ran, naked except for the jeans he had hastily thrown on. He ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs, and the frigid air of winter bit at his exposed flesh as he bounded out the front door and down he steps.

Diana was standing there, her face frozen in terror. The streetlights glinted off metal, and Drake realized a knife was being held to her throat.

"Drop the gun," the man hiding behind Diana said menacingly, and dread overwhelmed Drake. He lowered the gun to the concrete sidewalk slowly.

"Please don't hurt her," Drake plead, his heart clenching as the attacker pressed the knife harder against Diana's throat.

The man placed a kiss against Diana's tear-stained cheek, a disgusting grin twisting his lips. "Oh, I don't think that's possible. This is probably going to hurt quite a bit." He paused. "This is for Tatiana."

Before Drake could act, the man slit Diana's throat from ear to ear. She gurgled, and blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. The blood poured from the wound in her throat in a macabre fountain, soaking the collar of her shirt and jacket until it was dark with blood.

Drake let out a cry of rage and despair, lunging at the murderer with reckless abandon. Before he knew it, the man had overtaken him, and he was bleeding from a deep, long gash on his arm. The warm blood was instantly chilled by the winter wind now blowing, and he fell to the ground in a heap.

He sensed more than saw the killer looming above him, presumably to finish him off, when the sound of sirens began to grow louder. The man cursed violently under his breath, and the sound of quickly retreating footsteps soon followed.

Fighting the unconciousness that was threatening to take him, Drake dragged himself over to Diana's lifeless body. He didn't even bother checking for a pulse. He put his head on her stomach and began to sob as the sirens grew louder until they were right beside him. The hot tears felt frozen to his cheeks in seconds, and suddenly he was aware of someone holding his wrist, checking his pulse.

As they began to pull him away from Diana's body despite his weak struggle to remain with her, darkness overwhelmed him, and everything went silent.