A/n hello all... Here is the sequel to "My Immortal." This will follow cannon up to "The Crossing." After that it becomes AU. Will is out of the picture as is Kevin. We will see more of Anna Sorenson who's now an FBI Agent.

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Carrie Norton put down her hairbrush after one hundred strokes. Her arm felt like it was going to fall off, but it was worth it. Her red hair was smooth and it shone in the lamplight. She picked up a hair clip with gold and blue sequins studding it, and slid it into the left side of her hair to hold back her long bangs.

Her best friend Kathy was picking her up in a few minutes and she was so excited. Her heart was going so fast it made her head a little light. Kathy and Carrie had started tenth grade just a month before, and this was their first real party and dance. Her mother was allowing her go to the party at the high school on the condition that Mrs. Ferrell picked them up and drove them there.

She was relieved that dates weren't a requirement for this party. Her mother wouldn't let her date till she was sixteen and that was still four months away. It seemed like it was an eternity to her.

She had put on brand new blue jeans, and a white silk blouse with short sleeves and a matching denim jacket. It was the first nice blouse her mother had bought for her, and Carrie thought it went well with her blue eyes and red hair. Her mother said she had beautiful copper hair, but Carrie was convinced it was plain red.

"Carrie…"

Her mother sounded irritated. Carrie wondered what she'd done this time to tick off her mother.

"Yeah Mom…" She yelled down the stairs.

"I told you ta give Chester somethin' ta eat before you left."

Damn… She forgot got the dog. She grabbed her student ID, and the twenty dollars her dad had given her at dinner for the dance and some snacks. She shoved the items into her front pocket with her cell phone.

"I'm comin' Mom."

She ran down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother was clearing the table, and her father was helping load the dishwasher. Her mother was small, with blond hair and hazel eyes. She had a pleasant open face that was round and inviting. She worked as a caterer for the city's most successful catering firm. She said that food was love and if you prepared it in just the right way, you could rule the world. Her father, who had red hair and blue eyes like Carrie, always laughed and asked her mother if that was true why chefs didn't rule the world,. Karen Norton only rolled her eyes and reminded him that it was a subtle sort of rule. Mark Norton would laugh some more and then ask for seconds of whatever masterpiece his wife created that day.

Mark Norton was several inches over six feet and Carrie was right in the middle of them at five six. Her dad looked up when she ran into the room and grinned. "You better look after that dog. He looks ready to attack the fish tank."

"Sorry Daddy… I thought it was Chris' turn ta feed him." She called to the dog that whined and followed her to the utility room off the kitchen.

"Hey boy… Here ya go." She dumped dog food into the battered red bowl on the floor next to the dark blue water bowl.

Chester barked at her and then looked at the bowl of food like it was something nasty. Carried laughed and rubbed his head. He was a golden retriever with a smooth, golden coat, fresh from the groomer's. His front was white that shaded into cream, light yellow and gold as though he'd had them added by a doggie hair dresser. He was one year old and he loved to beg for people food.

"No way… You get ta eat this," She pointed at the food and he whined. "It's good for ya. People food will make ya sick."

Chester sneezed and nudged at her hand with his nose. "Nope… that's all ya get." She insisted.

He lay down and proceeded to attack his food while ignoring her. Their doorbell rang and excitement shot through her stomach. It was time to go.

"Later Chester…" She ran out of the utility room and almost knocked over her little sister Christine. "Hey…" Chrissy yelled. "Are ya blind?"

"Shut up Chrissy." Carrie shouted over her shoulder.

Her little sister was a redhead too and she had her mother's hazel eyes. She stuck her tongue out at her older sister. "You just think you're so cool 'cause ya get ta go ta that stupid party."

Carrie ignored her sister and opened the door to her friend. Kathy Ferrell was three inches taller than Carrie and her black hair was spiked up all over her head. She wore black jeans, a black tee shirt, and a black jacket. Her eyes were dark brown and rimmed with smoky eye liner and purple eye shadow. She wore red lipstick and had her ears pierced. Carrie wanted to wear makeup and have pierced ears, but her mother was adamant she wait till she was sixteen.

"Ya look great," Carrie said.

"And you look like you're still in junior high."

"Kathy…"

"Hello Kathy," Carrie's mom said from behind them. "How's your mother?"

"She's fine," Kathy responded. "Look, Mrs. Norton we're gonna be late so…"

"Okay, I know…" Carrie's mother relented. "Be back by ten."

"Oh mom…" "No arguments!"

Mrs. Norton followed them out to the car and spoke briefly with Virginia Ferrell. Carrie was blushing hard by the time the women agreed that the girls would meet Mrs. Ferrell outside the gym by nine forty five to make Carrie's curfew.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Kathy nudged Carrie as they sat in the back seat. "When is she goin' ta stop treatin' ya like a kid?"

"I don't know… She always embarrasses me like that. I can't wait ta get out of school and have my own place so I don't have ta do what she tells me anymore."

"We'll get an apartment together for college. We'll be able ta do whatever we want."

Carrie watched the houses flash by out the window, while Kathy began talking about Jerry and Tommy. The boys were meeting them at the dance and Carrie was so excited to see the boy she'd had a crush on since the first day at school.

Virginia Ferrell pulled up to the curb in front of the modern high school that was spread out over most of the block and was just one story. The second building to the right of the school was the big gymnasium. There was an outdoor track that Carrie ran on with the team. She was the only sophomore picked for the team that year. In fact, she had practice the next day and would be home on time despite her complaining to her mother. There was nothing she would do to mess up going to State championships with the team that year.

"Remember what Mrs. Norton said." Virginia reminded them. She was two inches taller than her daughter and had the same black hair and brown eyes.

"Ok mom…" Kathy rolled her eyes.

"I saw that… Do you want me ta find more chores for ya tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry mom, but we're not kids anymore."

"You're fifteen years old, that's still a kid. Just because I let you wear clothes, and makeup that fit your style doesn't mean I'm going ta put up with boys, drugs or drinkin'."

"Ok mom… Can we go in now? This is embarrassin'!"

"Yes… You can go in now." She imitated her daughter's sarcastic tone and winked at Carrie in the fading light.

"I love you Kathy." She added.

"Love you mom," Kathy said as an afterthought.

The girls watched the car drive away. They looked at each and then at the school. "Let's go," Kathy said.

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Detective Chad Weir crouched over the body of Mrs. Norton. Her face was peaceful and he could almost imagine that she'd gone to sleep and never awoke. The gunshot to her temple said otherwise. Her husband lay where he'd fallen, shot twice once in the knee and another in the head.

There was blood spatter on the entryway table, and all over the cream colored roses in the crystal vase that sat in the center of the glass table. There was a mirror over the table and one tiny spot of red marked the exact center of the glossy, reflective surface.

Christine Norton was upstairs and had suffered the worst of the attack. Chad stayed crouched where he was wondering why they had three home invasions like this and they were no closer getting to him than they'd been six months ago.

His mind went back to what he'd seen upstairs and his stomach tried to revolt. But… he hadn't puked since he was a rookie and he wasn't going to start now.

"Porter…" He said to his partner, who was talking to a tall, dark haired woman at the other end of the room.

"Yeah…"

Chad stood up to his full six foot three inch height and frowned. He put his hands in his pockets and tried to sound casual.

"We need the help of the BAU."

Jack Porter's face shut down and the dark haired woman walked away. "I don't see how callin' in the Feds is going ta help us."

"We've been trying ta solve this for six months. We don't have so much as a fingerprint and -"

"We can do this without their help."

"No we can't… Listen ta reason Jack," He was shouting now and the CSIs were staring at them.

"Fine… call in the Feds. I don't care what ya do anymore."

The man slammed out of the room and Chad sighed. His partner was a good man and a great cop, but he hated the feds. Why couldn't his partner see that asking for help wasn't a sign of failure?

"We're finished in here Detective." One of the CSIs was standing there looking at him expectantly.

"Oh fine… look I'll call you later when you've had a chance to go through and analyze all of this.

"Okay…"

Detective Weir left the house by the same route as his partner and pulled out his cell phone. It was time to call his captain and get help with these murders.