So here's the deal, I don't own anyone but my own characters (which there are a few). This is my idea for a second season.

Here's the character list & how I see them:

Salome "Sally May" Martin- Courtney Cox

Albert "Bert" Martin- Martin Short

Abigail "Abby" White- Charlize Theron (like 90s version Charlize Theron)

Mary Murphy- Christina Ricci

Craig Healy- Wes Bentley

Zachery Wallace- Zachary Quinto

Chapter 1: Red Right Hand

"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine"-Harry Dixon

Abigail White sat at her desk with her back straight as she typed frantically at her computer screen. Her deadline was coming soon and if she wanted her hard news breaking story on the heat wave and its effects on the local ice cream food chains printed then she had to finish it quickly. The usual boring, shit stories were always handed to her. She was never given the chance to deliver the great stories that her predecessor had once reported.

Gail Emory, her predecessor, lay in a coma in a hospital in Trinity, a dirt water town about a two hour drive away from Charleston, South Carolina. No one knew exactly what had happened and no one ever questioned it. She was given the girl's position but was never handed any of her great stories. It seemed like a chore rather than a career to her.

She sighed and ran her hand through her bleach blonde hair that stopped just under her ears, a haircut that fit the times that they were now living in, the millennium had come and gone, and with it so did her long hair and her enjoyment of the male body.

Abby smiled as she looked at the picture that sat upon her cluttered desk. It was a beacon of hope and encouragement to her in times when all she wanted to do was quite. Her girlfriend, Mary Murphy, for the last two years smiled back at her with dark brown eyes and choppy dark brown hair. She smiled at her girlfriend and quickly looked back at her computer screen, a screen that reminded her of all her lost dreams as she looked at the statistics of how much ice cream was sold compared to the temperature and time of day.

"Abby," a harsh voice screamed as she placed her hands upon the well-worn keys of the key board. She spun quickly in her chair to see her boss signaling for her to come into his office.

She rolled her eyes as she turned back to her computer and quickly saved her work. She took a deep breath as she pushed herself from her desk and hurried toward the office where she knew she was to get another lecture on her shrewd, ungrateful tone in her recent stories.

"Mr. Norman," she asked as she slowly made her way into the office. She closed the door behind her as she watched Marty Norman glaring at a TV screen. She knew immediately that he was distressed by the large vein that throbbed upon his forehead. She smiled softly as the light reflected off of his balding head that had seemed to be edging further and further back with each passing month. She wondered to herself when he would go completely bald and if he would invest in a toupee.

"Have you seen the news today," he asked harshly, his eyes never leaving the small TV in front of him. She strained her neck to see what he was watching but he was notorious for blocking important things by his large frame. There was no use in trying to hear what was being said, he was notorious about having the television on mute. Her boss couldn't stand to listen to the opinions of others so every television had to be put on mute in the building.

"No sir," she replied, "I've been busy with my own report, my deadline is in-"

"Do you know a town called Trinity," he asked as he tore his eyes away from the television and looked into her green eyes.

Her brows creased at his question and then she nodded slowly as she answered, "Yes sir. Gail Emory was from there if I remember correctly."

"And also Senator Martin," he informed her.

"Senator Martin," she asked in slight confusion, "I didn't know that he was from there."

"Well he's not from there. His wife, Salome, was born and raised in that town," he cleared as he turned away from the television and to a large stack of printed papers that lay in a messy pile at the corner of his desk, the pages threatened to fall if someone were to bump against the desk.

"That's where they have lived since he retired," he added as he leaned back in his chair.

Abby watched as he handed her the large pile and explained, "Senator Martin is in a coma, there's no explanation for-"

"No explanation for it," she asked, "The man is like sixty-five years old. That's a great explanation."

"Sixty," he corrected her quickly, "And he is…was in perfect health. Now I wouldn't make this a big deal, but someone from Trinity, an informant, has sent me some rather confidential information on the secret goings on in that town."

"Sir I fail to see what any of this has to do with me," she admitted as she looked down at the photographs of several people that were in the stack of papers that he had handed her. A picture of Salome and Albert Martin together was on the top of the stack, the woman's jewelery sparkled as bright as the senator's smile did.

"Salome Martin is one of the most notorious lawyers in South Carolina," he informed her, "She's been seen dining with big fish and it's believed that she has ties to the mob. I want you to go down there and see if you can get in to the small town political system and-"

"You want me to do this," she asked in astonishment. Her eyes widened as she looked back down at the photos. She had seen Salome Martin on the news many times. She was a defense attorney and was notorious for getting scum bags off with only a slap on the wrist.

"You haven't been seen in the circle," he informed her, "I've kept you on the bullshit stories until a story just like this popped up. I've kept tabs on Trinity since what happened to Gail. Your contact is named Craig Healy. He's a photographer down there. He'll meet you and help you get settled."

She shuffled through the papers to see a picture of a scruffy dark haired, brown eyed man looking back at her in the baggiest of clothes. She shook her head at his uncaring demeanor.

"Get settled," Abby asked as she looked up at him, now fully hearing what he had said to her beforehand. She knew that her girlfriend would not like having to uproot from their home in the city to live in some backward shit hole town.

"Yes," he informed her, "We've set up for you to have a small apartment on the outer fringe of the city of Trinity."

"When do I go," she asked as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, letting her own ambition overcome her worry about her lover's opinions.

"Tomorrow," he replied as he turned his back to her, "Forget your miniscule report. Charleston does not need to know the effect of heat on the local ice cream eateries. Go home and get packed."

She smiled as she nodded at his words. She thanked him as she backed toward the door, hurrying to leave and get started on this amazing opportunity that her editor had given her. She would not dawdle on this; she was already imagining her Pulitzer speech.

...

Abby hurried into her small apartment that she shared with Mary and their young white Chipoo dog, Carrie. A smile crossed her face as she saw her lover sitting on the couch surrounded by her student's papers, a red grading pen sat behind her ear as she read through their reports.

"Mary," she announced quickly and jumped upon the couch, being careful of the papers that were strewn across the cushions.

Mary looked up at her and smiled as she took in Abigail's beaming face. She gave her a large smile as she looked into her green eyes that sparkled with the happiness that was visible upon her face.

"What is it," she asked as Abby grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her grading and held them in her lap.

"I have some great news," Abby announced, "The boss gave me an assignment."

"What," she asked in slight shock, "He actually gave you an assignment worth investigating?"

"Yeah," Abby said, bobbing her head up and down in excitement, "We have to be moved in by tomorrow."

"Wait," she asked, now pulling her hands out of Abby's grasp, "What do you mean move?"

"We have to go to Trinity," Abby replied, "I get to rub elbows with a senator and his wife!"

Mary shook her head as she looked at her lover. She looked back at her papers in slight worry.

"I can't just leave," she informed her lover, "I have responsibilities-"

"Summer school," Abby interrupted with a shake of her head, "Forget those stupid kids. They'll just end up in a gang or something."

Abby patted her legs and smiled as Carrie jumped into her lap and licked at her neck in joy. She petted the small dog as Mary looked off into space as this news settled into her mind and she thought of the consequences of what this news could bring for their relationship and her own job.

"Mary," she whispered as she noticed the conflicted look upon her face, "School starts in less than a week. I'm sure that hick town will need a new teacher, and you are a great teacher! Any school would love to have you. I bet you'd be principle in less than a semester."

Mary smiled as she looked over at the ungraded papers that sat in front of her. She knew that this meant a lot to Abigail. She knew how hard her love had worked just to receive an assignment like this; it was a great opportunity for Abby, it would be very unfair of her to stop her from going after this story.

"Alright," she conceded as she gave her lover a large smile, "I'll call the school tomorrow and have Jenny Coggan take my classes."

Abby smiled at Mary and pulled her into a large hug as she screamed her thank yous to her.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," Abby admitted with a smile as she looked in Mary's dark brown eyes that seemed like a large vat of chocolate that had been hidden away in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

"Yes I do," Mary informed her with a coy smile as her fingers softly grazed against Abby's cheek bones.

Abigail smiled as she felt her heart thump at her lover's soft touch. It seemed as if Mary knew exactly what to do in order to make her heart skip a beat. She knew that she had found the one and she could care less at how her family had disowned her when she had told them about her newfound sexual preference. She let her lips touch lightly against Mary's lips as she lifted her legs up and placed them around her waist. Her hands moved slowly under Mary's long sleeved shirt and lingered above her bra as their kisses deepened.

Mary closed her eyes as her lover kneaded at her breasts. Her breath caught in her chest as Abigail's cold hands slipped under her bra and pinched lightly against her skin, Abby's kisses burned hot against the soft skin of her neck. She smiled as she let her hands wrap into her lover's short blonde hair.

"Our lives will finally be perfect," Abby whispered in Mary's ear and Mary believed her.

...

Trinity

Lucas Buck leaned against his desk with his deputy beside him as they looked up at the small television that sat upon a tan metal file cabinet in the corner of Lucas' office. An old video recording of Salome Martin dressed in a dark red loose fitting blouse that possessed military detailing upon the shoulders with a layered lapel and elastic waist, black tailored pants gave her a sleek silhouette as the video showed her as she made her way down the steps of a large court house. Her sleeves were buttoned up to show off her petite arms. A black tattoo of an eye upon her left wrist peered out to the audience as if warning them that she knew and saw everything. A young man walked beside her wearing an expensive dark suit with his black hair fixed that would make every girl swoon at the sight of him.

"Hard to imagine a girl from this town made it that big," Ben Healy stated as he turned away from the television set and looked over to the sheriff who had a small smile upon his lips as his eyes lingered on the dark haired woman that was being bombarded by reporters and cameramen.

"Sally May was always driven by her strong will and damned pride," Lucas announced as he pulled his eyes away from the television and looked to his deputy who wore the official brown officer uniform that he himself had worn many years ago.

Ben watched as Lucas looked down to button his tan suede vest that covered his emerald green button up long sleeved shirt. If two things could be depended on in this town, it was that Lucas would always arrive in a vest and that he stayed true to his word when making deals.

"You think she did it," Ben asked, refering to the rumor that Salome had something to do with her elderly husband being in a coma, as he looked back to the TV to see a young blonde anchor sitting at a desk.

"Sources close to Salome Martin have reported that she is very distraught over her husband's entrance into the hospital," the anchor woman announced as she looked into the camera in an attempt to make her viewers feel more connected with her, "The young lawyer told police that when she had arrived home on Sunday night from a meeting with a client that she had found him clutching at his heart on the floor of their kitchen complaining of chest pains. He was then rushed to the Fulton County Hospital where he slipped into a coma without any explanation as to why this occurred."

"Sadie," her co-anchor asked as he looked to her, "Do you think that this woman could have the capability to kill her husband? Do you think there is foul play going on?"

"Police initially investigated that and found no traces of any toxins in his system," she informed him, "But the family is asking that they be left alone in this hard and emotional time. Speaking of family, Danielle Martin has yet to be seen. It has yet to be confirmed if she is a suspect in this strange medical mystery."

"What motive does she have in killing Bert," Lucas asked as he turned the television off and made his way toward the door.

Ben followed in his steps and shrugged his shoulders at the question. In truth, he really did not know the woman very well. She was atleast five years younger than him. He would greet her when she had meetings with Lucas in regards to her lowlife clients when she was first starting her firm, but that was the only contact that he had ever really had with her. He had known that she was the hardest woman to flirt with, his drinking buddies had complained on several occassions that 'she was as frigid as an ice box in Iceland'.

"I don't know," Ben conceded, "But Albert Martin is pretty rich and she's a beaaty...and that young Zachery is always with her. I think there may have been a plan there."

Lucas chuckled at his friend's words and replied, "That's why you are the deputy and I am the sheriff," he paused and then turned quickly, "How's that cousin of yours?"

Ben stopped quickly as he grabbed his hat from the small coat rack in the corner of the office. He quickly placed his hat upon his head and looked back to Lucas with a curious glint in his eyes. He knew that when Lucas brought up somebody that it was never really a good thing.

"Craig," he asked in aggrivation at his lazy good for nothin' cousin, "He's still a lazy bum. He's sleeping on his momma's couch now. He lost his job and his apartment in the same week. That boy can't keep a job for nothin'."

Lucas smiled at him as he opened the door and walked onto the newly swept sidewalk and smiled as an elderly woman passed by him.

"Mornin' Mrs. Nichols," he announced as the woman smiled at him and placed her frail hand upon his shoulder.

"Why Lucas Buck," she announced with a smile, "I haven't seen you in ages. When you gonna come on over to the house? You know there is always a big slice of apple pie waitin' for you."

"Well mam," he replied, using his southern charm to the best of his abilities as he looked into the old woman's green eyes, "I'm trying to cut back," he rubbed his stomach and smiled at her, "Got to lose a few pounds."

The old woman smiled as Ben walked out of the police station and joined them on the sidewalk. The woman looked the deputy over and then turned her attentions back to the sheriff.

"You know, my thoughts and prayers are with that young reporter friend of yours," the old woman informed him with a soft voice, "The church prays for her as well, I want you to know that. The Lord is with her."

Lucas smiled at her confession and nodded as he replied, "Well that's all we can do right now."

"Lucas," Ben announced with a small smile on his face as he turned his attentions away from Mrs. Nichols and onto Lucas.

Lucas smiled at the old woman and stated, "I promise that I will be by soon. Right now I have to help keep the streets of Trinity safe for all of us."

"And you do such a great job of it," she said as she patted his shoulder and bid her farewells.

Lucas looked over to his deputy and gave him a small mischievous smile.

"I have an itch Ben," he informed him as he looked down Main Street, "An itch that needs to be scratched."

Ben rolled his eyes at Lucas and walked over to the cruiser and unlocked the doors. He sat in the driver's seat and waited as Lucas made his way into the passenger's seat.

"Where to," Ben asked as he started the car and hurried to turn the A/C on to rid the old police cruiser of the heat that built up inside of it.

"Let's give Craig a little visit. Maybe he can scratch my itch."

So there is Chapter 1!

Tell me what you think so far, please :)