Fanny sat around her house studying science in her room... Just a typical weekday night alone with no one or nothing but her books... She had a test tube sitting not far from her and she was taking notes on reactions for certain acids and compounds that she added to the concoction. She continued like this for hours, but then at 10:30 PM, she heard her phone go off...

Who in the world could that be?... She pondered to herself, "... Hello?" she asked nervously into the phone. It wasn't like her to get phone calls... Especially this late at night...

"Oh hello... Is this Fanny Fulbright?" A masculine voice asked on the other end, oozing with an australian accent.

"Er... Yeah... And who is this?" She demanded.

There was a pause, but then the voice picked back up, "Oh, silly me... It's Wallabee... Wallabee Beatles, from Medicines class, remember?"

Her heart stopped, she knew who was talking to her now. Wallabee was a quiet man, he rarely answered in class, and he always had this strange aura about him... But then again, that could just be because the night class was not exactly a place where a twenty four year old should be in their life.

"What do YOU want?" She asked, still not sure at what he was getting at.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie with me?..." He said kindly... innocently...

Fanny fumbled with the phone, "Are you mad? It's almost eleven at night! We have an exam tomorrow!"

"I know that... But I need to relieve some stress, I've been studying nonstop all day." He said smoothly into the phone.

Fanny never really noticed it, but Wallabee was quite an attractive young man... Still... The thought of him asking her on a date was still quite strange. "I don't know..."

"Aw, come on now... Don't make me beg." He cooed seductively into the mouthpiece. Something about this wasn't rubbing Fanny the right way, but she was a little distracted by the fact a guy her age was showing interest in her.

"A-alright... Why don't you meet me here in a half hour?"

"Sound perfect..." He laughed into the phone, his breathing sending shivers down her spine... Then he hung up...

A half hour later

Fanny was finishing cleaning up before the boy got to her house. She just completed preparing her hair when she heard a knock at the door. She excitedly ran down the stairs and swung the door open, revealing Wally standing there in his usual orange sweatshirt and baggy jeans. His arms were crossed behind his back...

"Hello, Wally..." Fanny said, a bit surprised... He didn't seem ready to go to the movies or anything. "Are we still going to see that film?" She asked, confused.

The blond walked in toward her and she backed up with each step he took toward her. "Oh..." He started, "I was just thinking we can go straight to the stress relief part..."

Fanny nervously blushed as he backed her up into a wall. "Oh... I don't know if I really know how to-"

But she was cut off by Wally's smooth whisper, "Don't worry..." He said calmly, "Just close your eyes and let me do all the work..."

Confused, the red head simply listened to the man, "A-alright..."

And then the next thing she knew, everything went black.

Hoagie P. Gilligan, a new recruit cop, was inspecting the bloody scene at the entrance to Fanny's house. He saw the girl bruised and beaten to death laying on the floor. She had welts all over her and it was clear that bones had been broken... He looked around for any sign of a weapon, but found none...

"Shame..." He whispered, looking around for any sign of what happened to the girl... He searched high and low and then finally found something slid underneath the carpet, half showing, half hidden.

Knowing he should be careful, Hoagie bent down and slowly grabbed the item from the floor... He observed it and saw a post-it on a hard CD case.

Track 3

This is all the small note had written on it... The brown haired cop peeled the paper off of the CD case and opened it, and saw a copy of Abbey Road, by the Beatles... He knew he should be observing the crime scene more thoroughly, but his curiosity was growing at a rapid pace. He rushed out to his unmarked car and turned it on, inserting Abbey Road into the slot. He skipped 'Come Together' and 'Something' and made his way straight to track 3, 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer'...

"Is this some sort of a joke?" He asked himself as he listened to the dark lyrics covered up by a lighthearted sound. He was simply dumbfounded by this little piece of 'evidence'. He waited until the forensics came to help along with other cops, and Hoagie pulled one of his coworkers over.

"Hey Josh..." He mumbled.

The other cop came over to Hoagie and gave him a look, "What's up?"

"I was in there... And I found a copy of Abbey Road... You know, the Beatles, stuffed under the carpet..."

"Yeah... So?"

"There was a note that said 'Track 3' on it... and when I listened to it... It was some song about silver hammers, and killing some girl in her house while she was alone... Now... Go in there and you try to tell me that this girl's wounds don't look like a beating from a hammer..."

"Oh Hoagie, c'mon, don't tell me you're actually reading into something stupid like this?"

Hoagie scowled, "It's too strange to just be a coincidence! It seems like he's using it as a guide for his actions... And if he's reenacting the song, then he's gonna kill his teacher next!"

His fellow cop began laughing uncontrollably, "That's rich! Do you know how foolish you sound? Oh boy, Hoagie, seriously... It's just our guy giving us sass... There's no way he'd dare pull something like this again, that is to say if he isn't caught already by tomorrow... Don't read into it, crazy people are just that for a reason... Now I think you should go back home, you've been here long enough..."

Hoagie huffed, but agreed, "Alright... Maybe it is stupid to be looking this far into it... I guess I'll just sleep on it... But tell me if you hear anything else... Got it?"

"Sure, Hoagie, sure..."

A/N: ... What?... Don't give me that look! I'm not crazy! I just love Wally and the Beatles, and this song! Sorry, but I've been dying to write this for a long time now, and seeing a picture on deviantart convinced me to actually go through with it. It's just a little side project that I'm doing that won't exceed three chapters. If you love the Beatles, Maxwell's Silver Hammer, or just the fic in it's own right, then review! I'd very much appreciate it ;)