Disclaimer: I'm South African. We don't produce CBS TV- dramas.

This is a sequel to She Is, if you haven't read it, I suggest you do, since it's basically the story that introduces my OC, Sam Hadley, who anyone is welcome to use, I just ask that you please politely ask me first! Even though yes, I can't do a thing if you use her without my permission except for sending you telepathic- guilt-vibes all the way from Cape Town to where ever you are!
Forgive me, I know that there is a 'Chin And Malia', I just don't know anything else about them, so if it is incredibly OOC, just review or PM me with the details!
I haven't even watched season 2 yet, it's not out here, and all I've watched is episodes 1, 2 and 3 on the internet. I know, I'm a rebel.
I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it, and if you enjoy it, you leave me a review to tell me just how much :)

'Alala

I was woken by the sunlight warming my face through the sash window above my bed. I groaned, pulling the covers over my head and burying my face deeper into my pillow. Someone chuckled.
I jumped.
Someone pulled the covers away from my head.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Mmmmm." I grumbled, pulling the covers back over me. Relief.
"Sam," Steve hummed at me, shuffling closer under the duvet, rubbing my shoulders softly. "You've gotta get up," he whispered into my ear before kissing it gently. I turned, met by Steve, Steve's face, Steve's lips that were smiling, Steve that was cupping my jaw and kissing my forehead with gentleness that I thought him incapable of. I pulled him closer, and pushed my nose into the crook of his neck, feeling him warm against me, feeling him vibrate with a chuckle as his warmth was invaded by the tip of my cold nose. "Sam, it's nine-thirty."
"That's impossible," I murmured into the soft skin of his bare chest, kissing the sparse layer of hair under my lips. "I wake at five every morning. Always have, always will."
"Actually, you wake at four- fifty eight. I used to wake up at five, until you denied me my extra two minutes sleep."
"You're not helping your side of the argument, sweetie." I somehow pulled him even closer to me, sliding a leg between his. He groaned, sliding the hands that were on my back lower.
"We did wake up at five, Sam." I smiled as the memory of earlier this morning flooded back.
"Well, that explains why I'm tired now," His chest rumbled as he laughed quietly into my hair. "And why my back is a little stiff," I rolled my shoulders experimentally, feeling his fingers running over the muscles, making me shiver.
"We need to get up, Grace's soccer game is at ten, and Danny will break my fingers one by one if we're late." I shook my head, protesting as he rolled away and got out of bed.
"C'maan," I complained, but stopped when I saw the impressive muscles of his torso flex as he stretched gingerly.
"Jesus, you really wore me out babe," He winked at me, smiling that cheeky smile that three months ago I would have found insufferable, but now found infectious.
"Okay," I smiled back, getting up and getting dressed. Steve pulled on a long sleeved white t-shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, artfully concealing the intricate tattoos on his upper arms. "What's with the sleeves?"
"Don't wanna look like a thug, I'll scare the tiny tots," He smiled again, finding a pair of jeans and putting them on. He grabbed a pair of socks and his now-famous Vans that I told him I liked so much, and walked around the bed to me.
"Get dressed." He put on the menacing face reserved for suspects, and kissed my forehead. "Coffee?" He called over his shoulder as he went downstairs.
"Please!" I found a nice blue tank top and my denim cut offs, and sat down again to put them on, as well as a pair of sneakers.
I padded downstairs to my cup of coffee.

"Go Gracie!" Danny was out of his seat whenever his daughter got within 10 feet of the ball, cheering her on and blatantly ignoring the people sitting behind us, who craned their necks around him in order to see what was going on. I laughed, seeing Chin wink at me as I leant back into Steve, feeling him wind his arms around my waist.
"You guys are pretty lovey-dovey there, hey Super SEAL?" Kono giggled, leaning forward and smiling at us. Steve's arms immediately retracted.
"I didn't notice." His voice was gruff behind me. Kono laughed louder, covering her face with her hands as I pulled his arms back around me, settling into him, feeling him kiss my ear when he thought the others weren't noticing. But I saw Chin's wise smile, as he turned to watch the game, linking hands with Malia, his thumb rubbing slowly over her hand. I couldn't help smiling, and Kono caught my eye, rolling hers and miming sticking a finger up her throat. She motioned to me, and we leant over (me untangling a disgruntled Steve's arms from my waist) to hear each other over the crowd and Danny's incessant shouting. It sounded like one of Steve's irritably mentioned 'carguments' that happened so frequently, he sounded angry. I guess it was just from the practise of shouting at Steve.
"They may not seem the PDA types, but trust me, the moment Steve's not there," She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "It's like they're French or something. I mean, worse than you guys." She winked. "Which is saying something, believe me."
"Screw you!" I laughed.
"No, not you, it's him! He smiles more and more every day! It's unnerving, I mean, really, it literally makes me nervous." We quickly withdrew as Danny sat back down, smiling like he hadn't just been screaming at the field full of ten year olds. I looked around.
There was a huge turnout, really, for a 3rd grade soccer game. The schools had pooled their money and gotten a field with huge stands, and it was full, with people of all sizes and ages. Local, ha'ole, grannies and grandpas, older and younger siblings filled the stands, with some people even sitting on the steps between the seats. And next to the stands were stalls with sodas, coffee, burgers and malasadas, something that had delighted Danny as we walked past them.
Grace had the ball. Danny was talking to Chin, and Grace had the ball. And she was close to the goal.
"DANNY!" I hit him, and as he turned round to complain I was up out of my seat.
"Gracie! That's my girl!" I was soon joined my Danny, Kono, Chin and Steve, and together we made one hell of a noise.
Goal.
Grace scored a goal, and the next thing I heard was the biggest noise I had ever heard, what with Chin and Danny roaring with excitement, with Kono screaming in a way that was sure to leave her without a voice tomorrow, to Steve's wolf whistle that he had probably been trained on how to do. It was ear-splitting, and as Grace walked back to her team's side of the field, she waved in our general direction. Really, the girl would have to be deaf to not hear the racket going on around me.
"That's my daughter!" Danny had turned around to tell the people behind us. They swore at him.
The crowd died down, and as the ref got ready to blow the whistle for the next centre pass, there was silence. At least, it was as silent as a crowd of 500 people would get. I watched the referee take a deep breath in. Someone screamed.

*Cue theme music*

"COD was head trauma, but she went through a lot before the kill shot was delivered. All the blood and bruises come from the wounds inflicted before death, as if they were inflicted post mortem, there would be little to no blood loss; on account of the victim's heart not beating any longer." Max looked up at us as we leant over the body.
The woman looked to be in her early forties, wearing a dark blue long sleeved t-shirt that had been rolled up to the elbows, and jeans. She had dark reddish-brown hair. She was beautiful, but the large purple dent on her right temple disfigured her attractive face. There were multiple cuts and bruises on her face, as well as defensive wounds and bruises on her arms.
"Her name's Meredith Gibbard, her husband and daughter discovered the body, and then the girl screamed bloody murder." Danny spoke up behind us, and I turned to look at his expression of recognition.
"You knew her?" I asked. He nodded.
"Her daughter's one of Gracie's friends. We met a couple of times, she seemed nice enough." He ran a hand through his hair.
"When did this happen, Max?" Steve was crouched next to the body, scanning the body for ovious trace evidence, when he asked the question.
"I will give you a more accurate time of death once I have the body in my lab, but I would guess that it happened about an hour ago, during this event, definitely." Steve looked up at me.
"So we were here."
"You couldn't have prevented something like this, Steve." I assured him.
"But there could have been witnesses. Late arrivals, someone on their way to the bathroom, you know?"
"We've got the place on lock down; no one gets in or out." Chin said, motioning at me. "Come, we can address the crowd. See if anyone saw anything."
"Do you think anyone would speak up?"
"You're good at reading people. I'll ask the questions, you look for the answers."

"Good morning everyone." Chin's voice sounded ten thousand times lower when amplified by the big red and white megaphone that he held to his lips. "I'm sure that you're all a little irritated and curious as to what happened that made it necessary for no one to leave." There was a murmur of confirmation from the crowd, and Chin looked at me, lowering the megaphone.
"How much detail?" He leant over, away from the school principal, who was trying to eavesdrop.
"As little as possible. Basics."
"Sounds good." He turned, speaking to the crowd again. "The scream that you heard before the referee's whistle was that of a girl, who discovered a dead body in the parking lot." Whispers immediately began, the crowd sounded like leaves in the wind.
"The murder took place about an hour ago, and even though the school urged everyone to come and stay the whole day and support all of the teams, I'm sure that many of you didn't, and came in late, and were intending to leave early. This means that there could have easily been witnesses. So, if you saw anything out of the ordinary, anything at all, please make yourself known." There was movement throughout the whole crowd, people looking in front, next to, and behind them in order to catch a glimpse of anyone who raised their hand or called out. Except for a girl in the second row. It was hard to see from the distance we were, but all she seemed to be doing was looking down at her feet. I jumped down from the team's bench and walked across the field. All eyes on me. I fought the urge to turn scarlet, and made it across without tripping or something horrifying, and hopped on to the bleachers, coming to a halt in front of the red headed girl. She looked to be in her teens, and was wearing a Death Cab For Cutie t-shirt, black jeans, and Chuck Taylors.
"Hey there." She looked at me through her long red bangs.
"Hey." She said softly.
"That's my favourite band, you know." I smiled reassuringly.
"Mine too." She brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"Long Division is my anthem." She smiled. "I was wondering, if you could come and speak to us about what you saw?"
"Sure." She took a breath in. I motioned her to follow me.

"How did you know?"
"How did I know what?"
"That I saw something."
I leant back in my chair, surveying the teenager, named Rayne, through narrowed eyes.
"I'll tell you, if you tell me what you saw."
"Fine." Rayne looked down at her tightly clasped hands, her red bangs falling forwards into her face. "I, uh, was selling burgers with Alex,"
"Alex?"
"My friend, we were raising money for prom."
"Okay, go on."
"I was just on my way to the bathroom," but when I got to the parking lot, I heard people arguing, so I didn't wanna, you know."
"I get it." The door opened behind me, and I turned to watch Steve come in. He sat on the chair next to me in our boardroom. We had decided not to put the poor girl through sitting in the cold, dark interrogation room with the concrete walls. Our knees touched, and I involuntarily moved closer to him, feeling his warmth through our pants legs. I heard him give a little snort, as I redirected my attention to Rayne.
"Whose voices could you hear?" Steve asked.
"It was a man and a woman. I didn't recognise their voices."
"Can you remember exactly what they were saying?" I asked gently.
"Yeah, I can."

Rayne is crouched behind a station wagon, listening to a man and woman fighting.
"I thought you said you were leaving him?"
"I am, I promise! I love you, you know that!" The woman started crying.
"I saw you together, Meredith."
"What?"
"I saw you!"
She hears a thud, and peers under the car, seeing a woman lying down on the ground. She holds a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming, and crawls to the bushes at the edge of the parking lot, climbing through them and running away.

"I locked myself in one of the stalls in the bathroom for about twenty minutes, and then I came out. By then, you guys were already at the parking lot."
"So you didn't see the man that was with her? Not even the back of his head?" Steve ran a hand over his face.
"I didn't see anything, I was so scared; I just-"
"It's okay." I cast a scolding glare over Steve, who immediately nudged my knee, a sorry expression on his face. "You weren't obliged to stay and put yourself in danger." Rayne looked reassured, unclasping her hands.
"Thank you for talking to us." We all stood up, and I ushered her to the door, where her parents were standing outside.
"Wait." Rayne turned around, a quizzical look in her eyes. "How did you know it was me?"
"What?"
"How did you know that I saw something?" Steve turned to look at me, eyebrows raised.
"Oh, that. Well, when Chin asked the crowd if anyone had seen anything, obviously everyone was interested in who had possibly seen something, but you weren't, because you knew who had seen something. Everyone was looking around them, except you. That's all."

Well, that's the end of chapter 1.
Let me know if you think that I should continue!