Lassiter's POV
Lassiter was enjoying a quiet evening at home when his phone started to ring. "Seriously?" he said to no one. The Caller ID display read SBPD. Reluctantly, he pressed the green button to answer. "What?" The Head Detective asked irritatedly. The voice that answered him was Juliet's.
"Lassiter," she said urgently, "You better get down here. There's been a murder. Actually, two. And... um... I think you need to know who the victims are."
"Who are they?"
There was a long silence on the other end. "It's... it's your sister. And her husband."
Lassiter froze. His sister had just been married a few months ago. They had adopted a teenage daughter, Alexandra, right away. She was from an abusive home, and according to his sister, Alexandra had just started to trust people and become normal again. But Lassiter had only met her once. Juliet hadn't mentioned Alexandra. Was she killed, too?
He got in his car.
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When Lassiter arrived after what seemed like the longest drive ever, his sister and his brother-in-law were already in body bags and being loaded into the morgue van. And an sight that was almost as bad than seeing his sister dead greeted him. Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster were walking into the house. Lassiter exasperatedly followed them.
Alexandra's POV
Pain. Blinding, stabbing pain. Well, I suppose it wouldn't be stabbing pain because I got shot, but... whatever. I was used to pain, anyway. But getting shot was new. I'd never been shot before. At least the killer was gone. Would he figure out that I wasn't dead and come back to finish me off? I couldn't decide which was worse. Dying, or continuing to live in this agony. I was still lying on my bedroom floor. I'll probably bleed to death before anyone finds me, I thought pessimistically. I was shaking. Do not go into shock, I told myself. Do not go into shock. But I could tell I was going to black out soon, wither from pain or blood loss. That was when I heard someone come into the house. "Search the house!" a female voice called. At least it wasn't the killer. He was a man. But that was all I could tell. I didn't remember his face very well. He had a... he had... I couldn't think. Everything was going dark. My thoughts were cloudy. Even the pain, thank goodness, was fading. I could hear footsteps in the hall. I tried to call out to let them know I was there, but I couldn't. Two men walked in.
"Oh, my gosh," one of them said.
The other voice yelled, "Hey, Jules! In here!" The sound of running footsteps, several more people entered the room. And then I passed out.
A/N: Little bit of a cliffie there. As this is my first chapter, I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story. This is my second fanfic. So, I suppose flames are accepted, but I would prefer to not have to accept them. But I can't control what you do. So, even though I can't control it, I would like it if you would review. Anyway, I hope you liked it! There is more coming!