Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions.
Feedback: Yes please, let me know what you think of this story. I am still very new at writing fan fiction. Particularly since this is going to be my first multiple chapter story
The Summary: Witnessing a murder at Dean's work with no evidence to support such an event, Amanda sets out to prove the local police there was a murder. Meanwhile Lee solves a murder of an informant who died shortly before giving him vital information to National Security. Join Lee and Amanda as they race to try and solve their cases before time runs out. It's a case of Murder, Intrigue and personal revenge in Scarecrow and Mrs. King: Weathering Revenge.
The blood-red sun had finally fallen behind the tree line by the time two people left the Weather Bureau that evening. Though the moon was in a new phase at the moment, the parking lot lights provided enough light that both Amanda and Dean could see well enough to find their cars. As they walked, Dean put his arm around Amanda and pulled her closer to him. The instant she felt his touch, Amanda turned her head away and grimaced.
Ever since she started working with Lee a couple of months ago, she had never been quite comfortable with Dean. At first, Amanda thought it was the lies she had told Dean because she could not tell him about her work with Lee. But lately she was wondering if it was something else.
As they approached the cars, Amanda tried to gently remove the Dean's arm from her shoulder only to feel the grip tighten slightly. Slightly irritated, the Amanda tried to reach for her purse so that she would have an excuse to move away from him to a comfortable distance, but as her hand went to reach for it, all she grabbed was open air. Glancing down, her face wrinkled with frustration when she remembered where the purse was.
"Shoot, Dean I left my purse in your office. Do you mind if I go back and get it?" asked Amanda as she turned towards her not-quite boyfriend and stopped walking.
Dean stopped walking but didn't turn around. Slightly frustrated, he replied, "But honey, we're late in heading back to your place. Let's just take my car so we can get on with our romantic evening." He started walking again when her voice stopped him again.
"Dean, you know I need my car for the multiple job interviews I have tomorrow. Dean, please just give me the keys and I'll be right back."
Dean just shrugged, reached into his pocket for the keys and access card and tossed them to her. Amanda was able to catch the falling objects with her hands and moved quickly to go back inside.
Once she entered, Amanda waved to the security guard and held up the keys and access card as she called out, "just forgot my purse. I'll be right back."
Amanda continued to the security gate, swiped the card, and proceeded through the gate.
She turned left towards the offices and walked down the darkened hallway. Although, Amanda knew there would not really be anybody left for the night, she shivered because it was so spooky being that quiet. Not even her heels made any sounds in the carpeted hallway.
"Come on Amanda, get a grip on yourself. It's not like you are with Lee working on a case for the Agency. Just because the hallway is slightly darkened does not mean there are some bad guys who are going to come up behind you and make a grab for you like they did back at the arcade a couple of weeks ago... but it sure would help if Lee was here."
After making several turns around corners, Amanda finally came upon Dean's office. She pulled out the keys and began trying to unlock the door.
After a few minutes she groaned out loud in frustration, "Oh My Gosh! How many keys does Dean need? I can understand four or five, but almost forty? …Now which key opens the door?"
Once she had the door unlocked, Amanda opened it and spotted her purse sitting on the desk.
After picking it up and closing the door, Amanda was about to turn and walk back outside when she noticed a light shining through an office window in the door of the neighboring office, and a loud thud stopped her.
"That's weird," Amanda mumbled, "what on earth is John doing back here when I swear he left before we did? I don't think I saw his car still in the parking lot."
At first she did not see anything, so Amanda tried to open John's door but found it locked. A moment later three men came into her view. Amanda ducked below the window thinking they had seen her, but when the door didn't open, she slowly stuck her head back above the window's edge. Seeing only a man's back blocking her view, which she recognized as John's, Amanda fully straightened so she could see what was going on.
After a couple of minutes of just staring at John's back, Amanda raised her hand, prepared to knock when John started waving his arms ; making big angry motions with his hands. Suddenly John turned, causing Amanda to duck back below the window.
When no sounds of the door opening were made, Amanda risked a glance up only to find herself mesmerized by the sight of John falling against the door with the look of shock on his face. Slowly but surely, he slid down to the floor leaving a blood trail against the glass. As she continued to stare at the blood smears when a face popped into view: a face that reminded Amanda of a raccoon's face, on a skinny neck with tight black curls for hair. The man turned away then came back when a chubby bleached blond head came into view.
As Amanda stared into two sets of eyes, both faces cracked evil grins and disappeared from view. Finally shaking herself out of her trance, Amanda crawled a few feet from the door, picked herself up, and began to run.
Just as she was about to turn around the first corner, Amanda could hear a door being opened. Not wanting to be caught alone in the hallway, she increased her speed to get out of the building.
Having finally reached the access card gate, Amanda fumbled with the card trying to quickly get on the other side of the gate. After what felt like an eternity, the gate finally granted her access and Amanda walked over to the front desk to talk to the night guard. However, there was no one sitting at the desk.
Amanda groaned and turned towards the front door and began to run again, "Why did the night guard decide to pick this particular time to take a bathroom break? What am I going to do…wait there's Dean. He should be able to help."
As Amanda got within shouting range, she began to call out," Dean! Dean, call the police."
Dean, somewhat startled by the change of Amanda's demeanor, called back out, "Amanda Darling, wha…?"
Amanda, having finally reached him, bent over and grabbed hold of her knees and began to breathe very hard, "Dean, please just call the cops. I saw a murder."
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The night air had begun to lose its warmth by the time the police arrived about fifteen minutes later. Amanda tried to warm herself by rubbing her arms but without much luck. She was becoming increasing frustrated with the police. Despite the fact of all that she told him, the policeman that was standing in front of her had been asking the same questions about five times.
Dean was leaning against his car with his eyes closed and ignored everything that was going on. Amanda just shook her head, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead trying to get rid of the headache she felt coming on. For whatever reason, she was getting the feeling nobody believed her story about seeing John murdered.
The policeman confirmed her fear when he started to talking again, "Now, Mrs. King, give us the story one more time."
Amanda dropped her head and groaned. When she looked back up, frustration was set deeply in her eyes.
"You want to know what happened after having been told five times already? Because I have not changed from my original story in the five times I've told the story before now. All right, all right, all right, look; Dean and I were heading back to our cars after he got off work late when I realized I forgot my purse, which is very unusual because I never forget my purse. Anyway I asked Dean for his keys so I could go back in and get it. I found the purse and was heading back out when I noticed the lights were on in the office next door. I went over to check it out because, I mean, the building should have been vacant since Dean and I were the last ones to leave. All I was going to do was turn off the lights, especially if they were not in use, to save energy because saving energy is so important these days."
Henson cleared his throat causing Amanda to pause.
"Right. Well as I was heading over to the office when I saw John and two other men come into view…"
"This was John, raccoon man, and a heavy set man correct?"
Amanda nodded, "Right. Well as these men came into view, I ducked below the window. When I realized they were not coming through the door, I looked through the window. I ducked back down when John started to turn. When the door didn't open I looked up form my position and saw him fall against the door and leave a blood streak against the window. When I saw the other two men staring at me, I came out here and then Dean called you guys.
"And is that it?"
Amanda groaned again, "Yes, Officer Hanson, that is all I saw."
Officer Steadman nodded, "Okay Mrs. King we have men looking in the office you gave us. Now if we find anything…"
Officer Hanson's radio suddenly came alive with static and someone calling his name.
Officer Hanson excused himself and then walked a short distance away from the couple all the while talking, "Hanson here…uh huh, uh huh, okay. Get the men out of there and go home." He flipped his notebook closed and walked back over to where he originally was standing.
Amanda looked back up from the ground she had been staring at when Officer Hanson walked away and asked, "What's going on?"
Dean, hearing the question, stepped away from his car and walked over to be closer to Amanda and wrapped his arm around her body. She started to remove his arm but thought better of it and left it there for now. If he suddenly wanted to play the "caring boyfriend" she was not going to stop him.
The officer looked back and forth between Amanda and Dean and shook his head, "Well Mrs. King, my boys searched the office you told them about and they didn't find any signs of disturbance nor a body. Are you positive of your story?"
Amanda looked at the officer like he just grew two heads, "Positive? Officer Hanson, I just saw two men kill John for no reason and you are asking if I'm sure of my story. How could your men not find anything?"
Dean tightened his grip on Amanda, trying to get her to be quiet, and turned his attention to the officer, "I'm sorry Officer Hanson, my girlfriend gets like this when she is scared or nervous. Please let me walk you to your car and we can talk further."
Amanda just glared at Dean and started to open her mouth to speak again but Dean motioned to the officer and they stepped out of her hearing
Once they were out of Amanda's hearing, Officer Hanson spoke up, "I would recommend taking your girlfriend home for now and if we find a body matching the given description we'll call her."
Dean chuckled, "Yeah. Personally I think women should stay in the home and raise the kids. Then they would never get this wild imagination."
Hanson nodded in agreement, "Oh, and between you and me, I think she is afraid of her own shadow."
At this point, Dean and Hanson shook hands and parted ways leaving Dean to deal with a shocked Amanda.
Once Dean was upon her, Amanda started to stutter, "But I…he…Dean you surely cannot believe him? I know what I saw…"
Dean turned towards Amanda and placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down slightly to look straight into her eyes, "And I know the police found nothing. Just let it go."
"But…"
"No buts, Darling. Let. It. Go." Dean turned towards to Officer Steadman, "Thank you for coming out tonight. I'm sorry for interrupting your patrol."
The officer just waved at them and headed back to his car where his partner was already waiting for him.
As soon at the police were gone, Dean turned back to Amanda, "Come on, let's go home and I'll call you tomorrow."
As Amanda got back into her station wagon, she took one last look at the building and mumbled to herself, "If Dean and the police don't believe me, then Lee definitely won't. But no matter what it takes, I will find out the truth about what I saw tonight."