Out Running Secrets
A One Tree Hill/Gossip Girl Crossover
Dedications
Haleyrox , who has been one of my avid supporters from basically day one, she reads and watches absolutely everything even when the pairing may not necessarily take her fancy and her reviews and comments are always guaranteed to make me smile. KnKCullen, who stalks my author page and makes me giggle when she tells me so, I'm thoroughly glad to have turned you into a Chaley supporter as well as half way converting you to Saleyism.
Brooke-P-Davis, who always leaves me wonderful constructive reviews and occasionally puts up with my fandom meltdowns when I can't get anything written.
MidnightXWishes , who I haven't caught up with in a while but who is still my favorite fandom buddy.
Disclaimer – I do not own any of the characters written about in this story, they belong to the creators of One Tree Hill and Gossip Girl respectively. I'm just manipulating them for my own amusement.
-Prologue-
Tree Hill North Carolina looked like an idyllic kind of town, the type of town lifestyle magazines showed snapshots of inside the cover on their pages advertising the perfect American dream life.
That's part of the reason Senior Detective Karen Roe had requested the town when she put in for a transfer. After the constant nightmares and decay she'd bore witness to as a homicide detective with NYPD, Tree Hill had seemed like a veritable walk in the park.
She'd been so sure their Homicide department would barely see any action at all.
For the most part she'd been right, a few cut and dry manslaughter cases, bar fights turned deadly and simple shootings during robberies, but than a murder so brutal and messy had occurred that it had almost made some of the more heinous cases she'd worked on back in New York seem like child's play.
A young woman, eighteen years old, Haley Van Der Woodsen, the middle child of one of the wealthiest woman in Tree Hill, found brutally beaten and strangled on the bank of Angel Lake.
It had been a hard case to crack, her partner still new to the job and herself differing in opinion several times on the who's and the why's, roadblocks from council members and too wealthy witnesses more than willing to lawyer up.
The pressure had been stifling but they'd managed to see it through till the end.
Their perp looks normal, well cultured and attractive and nothing like the thugs she's used to back in the big smoke.
This perp has the look of small town royalty down to a fine art and she can't seem to reconcile the crime committed in relation to the face she's staring at from across the table.
It just goes to show that looks are definitely deceiving.
She leans across the table, schools her features into those of curiosity and openness and asks the question that's been plaguing her mind since day one.
"So why'd you do it?"
"For the simplest reason of all…"