Allison looked at her alarm clock. It was time to get ready for work. Her first day of work, or at least her first day since Joe died. She had tried to go back to work about a week after the funeral but she broke down crying before she could get out of her car. Devalos was very understanding and let her take as much time as she would need. She felt like if she was ever going to be able to go back it would have to be now.

Allison hadn't had any dreams or visions since the dream Joe sent her. Or at least no dreams until the one she had last night, but that wasn't like the dreams she had had before it was just different and she couldn't explain why. The girls had each had a dream where Joe had told them that he didn't want to leave them and that he loved them and he would watch over them. She was guessing he had somehow been blocking her dreams, but she wasn't sure why.

Allison had just walked into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee when Bridgett handed her a cup. She gave her daughter a slight smile as she put the cup up to her lips. As she took a drink she watched her daughters eat their breakfasts as quietly and quickly as possible.

They all piled into the car. They drove halfway to school before Marie attempted to talk.

"Mommy when will we see him again? I miss daddy."

"I don't know sweetheart, I miss him too." The rest of the car ride the girls were quiet not wanting to upset their mother before she went to work. They knew what happened the last time she tried to go back. Allison dropped the girls off at school after a short goodbye, that now always concluded with I love you, and drove to work. She walked into the building and took a deep breath. She walked into Devalos' office. He smiled at her,

"Welcome back Allison, ready to go back to work? There's a case we should go check out." Allison nodded and followed him out the door. Lee met them at the house. When they got inside Allison gasped, the victim had a bullet hole through the chest, his shoulder, and his leg. Obviously the murderer wanted him to suffer.

"Lee, who is that?"

"That is Bart Logan, his wife phoned it in last night. She's a choir director at the high school. She got home late last night after a show choir competition. She found him here and called the police, her two sons were upstairs sleeping."

"Oh my god that's terrible." Allison looked around the living room, she saw a crooked picture frame. She walked over and touched it.

She saw a young woman standing in the living room. She was pointing a gun at Bart, Allison could see her lips moving but she couldn't hear anything she said. Then she heard the gun fire 4 times.

"Wait, the victim has three wounds, but four bullets were fired. That means somewhere around here is another bullet. And the person who shot him was a young woman; she was short with a medium build. She had a ski mask on so I couldn't see her face." They all glanced around the room for the missing bullet. Lee glanced at his watch. Devalos looked at his watch too.

"Allison, could you go back to the office and talk to his wife? I'll keep looking for the bullet."

"Yeah sure." She went back to their building. She saw a short woman with red hair waiting next to Devalos' office. "Are you Mrs. Logan?"

"Yes I am, they told me I should come tell you guys about what I saw. I don't know what help I really am I just found him on our floor."

"Well let's go in here and talk about what you know," they both sat down and Allison continued, "What time did you find your husband?"

"I got home around midnight, but I went upstairs to check on the boys before I found him. Oh my god, what if one of my sons had gone downstairs and found him? This is all my fault. I just had to offer to take some students home when their car wouldn't start. I could've prevented this." Allison could see the tears she was failing at holding back.

"No, I have a feeling that if you had been home it would've been you on the floor. You see sometimes I see things in my dreams or when I touch something that help a case. I haven't had any dreams in over a month but I had one last night where some girl said 'I can't believe I didn't make it. I'm going to get rid of her.' I didn't think much of it this morning but we think your husband's killer was a young woman, I could've had this dream about her."

"It is my fault. I'm the reason my husband is dead. It's my fault my boys will never hear their daddy tell them good night or that he loves them again."

"It's not your fault." The new widow glanced up at Allison.

"Do you know what it's like to know your children will never hear their dad's voice again?"

"Actually I do, my husband was coming home from a business trip and his plane went down in the Pacific, trust me I know the feeling. And you'll hate yourself and blame yourself, but you have to remember that your kids are going through it too, and they're going to need you to tell them everything's fine. You're all they have left now and you need to pull yourself together just enough so they know you're all going to make it through."

"You make sense but it is just so hard." She started crying again.

"I know." Allison stood up and gave this poor woman a hug. She knew all too well what it felt like.