Hey guys! Long time no update I guess. I'm so sorry for the long period of time with no updates. I could probably tell you guys a million reasons as to why, but instead I'm just gonna say enjoy the first chapter to the new and improved Backfire and I hope it fills your expectations with the whole long wait and all.

Till next update

-Alice May

They say that everyone is innocent until proven guilty. But in reality who does that help? In some cases innocent people are sent to prison for crimes they never committed, and the real perp's are getting away with it. With all my years of being a Special Victims Detective, I've learned that the for sure way to get the right suspect convicted is a confession. It was Elliot's turn to mess with Michel Grant, a suspect in an ongoing rape murder case. I watch as Elliot shove's the pictures of 20 year old Phoebe Mason's bloodied body under Grant's nose, from my spot in the shadows. My partner and I have been trying to get a confession for the past 18 hours and with the 24 hour hold quickly approaching its end, we have to work fast. I look down to the closed manila envelope in my hand, and begin to open it only hastening my pace when I begin to hear Elliot's voice rising and hardening; losing his friendly cop act. I don't exactly know what I was expecting in the envelope but I know that the one thing that I did not expect was a yearbook. Confused I opened the yearbook to the first page and saw the number 38 written on the inside cover. When reaching the page, I find pictures of the student's prom. With no obvious clues and the interrogation quickly coming to a close, I run my hand through my hair and peer up at Elliot and Grant going at it. I begin to close the book when a photo of the prom king and queen catches my attention. My eyes dart to the caption below the photo.

Prom Queen and King: Melody Roby and Michel Grant

It took me only a few seconds before I realized the connection. In mid yell I catch Elliot's eye and he hands the floor to me. I walk up to the table and meet Grant's steady gaze with my own, then the games begin.

"I guess I'm still a bit confused" I start, beginning to walk around the table. Grant follows my every move with his gaze as I keep circling,

"About what" he says smug.

"About why, why Phoebe Mason, I'm sure a handsome man like you has women just throwing themselves at you left and right." Elliot looked at me then to Grant and rolled his eyes, I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my impending smile.

He scoffed "You give me too much credit, Detective" I'm about to speak when he continues "But I have no clue what you are talking about, I didn't pleasure and then kill Ms. Mason." He placed his feet up on the table and leaned back on his chair with his hands behind his head. As if we weren't having a conversation that could end up with him in prison. I shoved his feet off the table and his chair settled back on the ground with a thud.

"Actually Michel, I think you know exactly what" I slapped the open yearbook on the table so hard even Elliot looked startled.

"Remember Melody Roby?" Grant looked at me and for the first time in those long hours of interrogating him I saw what I believed to be surprise and maybe a little fear.

He looked away and replied in a gruff voice "No"

"Oh sure you do, except now she's known as Mrs. Melody Mason." I slid the yearbook back in his line of view and lowered my tone of voice "Admit it, you guys were high school sweethearts and after high school she left you for another man and you were so heartbroken and pissed off that when you saw her again years later all those feelings came back and you wanted to hurt her like she hurt you" My eye's remained trained on his shifting posture. I could tell he was getting anxious from his clenched fists to the sweat beading on his forehead.

He opened his mouth but then closed it I took it as my chance and continued on.

"Come on admit it, when you found out she had a daughter your mind was made up and you followed Phoebe home then you raped and beat her to death because her mother found someone better, someone who was so amazing that she decided to settle down with him and have children. You just couldn't handle it, could you? because you're a cold hearted los-" He backhanded me across the face before I had a chance to move, the force of impact making me fall. In a blink of an eye Elliot had decapitated Grant and put him in handcuffs and was at my side helping me up.

"Damnt Liv, are you okay?" He helped me to stand.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"Good" He squeezed my arm and held on a little longer than was necessary; I looked from his face down to his arm that is still clasped around my forearm.

"Oh, sorry" He let go and backed up a couple of inches. He held my gaze for a few more seconds until a sudden sound made brought us out of our current stupor. We both looked over at Grant who was sobbing. He saw us watching and began to laugh. Elliot looked over at me, eyebrows raised and I just shrugged not really knowing what to do about Mr. Bipolar. As Grant started to speak, the whole room went silent El and I didn't dare breath let alone speak.

"You're all the same. With your manipulative and deceiving ways."

I moved away from Elliot and began to creep closer to Grant.

"What do you mean?" I could see him begin to shake, but he didn't say anything so I continued.

"Who's all the same? The Police?"

All at once the shaking stopped and he slowly raised his head to look me in the eye. I stop in my trek and wait for him to make the first move.

"No" he spat with so much venom, the hairs on the back of my neck began to stick up. From the corner of my eye I can see Elliot shifting his weight from foot to foot, clearly agitated. It's not that I'm not disturbed by Grant's action's I just prefer to not show it. My eyes revert back to Grant as he struggles to get to his knees, the handcuffs seeming to make it only slightly difficult. Damn shame. Once there he looks up at me, gaze cold; almost chilling. I lower myself to his level and whisper "Then who Michel?"

I'm almost taken aback when a smile begins to etch itself into the contours of his face, with that smile his expression almost looks almost deranged. He leans closer to me, so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. What he said next chilled me to the very bone. "All you fucking women"

The words had barely left his lips before he leaped at me hands outstretched, aiming for my neck. Sadly my cat like reflexes seem to taking the day off and Grant ended up on top of me; hands crushing my windpipe. I scratched at his face and hands as Elliot tried to pull him off me. The door banged open behind me as Finn and a few more officers bounded in to assist Elliot. I began to fight harder once my vision began to darken. No matter how hard they tugged, Grant refused to budge, his nails digging into my skin more and more with each tug, at one point even breaking skin. I can feel my mind drifting into unconsciousness, my lungs burning for air. With my last bit of strength I lash out with my leg, feeling it make contact with something solid. Almost instantaneously I felt him release my neck. I turn on my side and began to cough and sputter as I try to catch my breath. I can feel Elliot close behind me rubbing my back while Finn examines the wounds left on my neck, wiping the blood off with his shirt. A cry of defiance interrupts my moment of serenity; I look over at the door where three guards are trying as hard as they can to lead Grant out. He sees me watching.

"Wow" he chuckles "Phoebe never fought like that, just cried and begged for mercy, only stopping when I bashed her head in with that damn lamp."

If the guards hadn't dragged him out, I would've left my own mark on him. That was it, the confession we'd tried relentlessly to get for the past 18 and a half hours. Now that the interrogation's over I can't wait to see that bastard in court, and hopefully later with a needle sticking out of his arm.

So what do you think? if you don't like this version I still have the old one I can repost if need be. And I'm sorry to ask you guys of this but since I really need the feedback I'm asking for ten reviews before I post the next chapter. Oh and one more thing if you want previews of later chapters I just opened a facebook account under my name for all my upcoming stories later on and for all things Backfire. I'll accept any friend request's. Or if you don't have a facebook I have my email address under my Bio.

-Alice May