As you can probably tell, this is my first fanfic.. In this, the guys are 1 year younger than my main OC. Any ideas are welcome. Please R&R! Hope you enjoy it!

"Daddy?"

The middle-aged man whipped around to look down at the seven-year-old who was looking at the scene with wide eyes. "Yes, hon?"

"Where's mommy?"

The man gulped, not knowing how to tell his daughter her mother was murdered. "She's at the store, papa. Now it's time to go to bed no?"

"She's not at the store because her shopping bag is still here." The child stated. "Why are you lying to me?" The little face looked up at his, expression angry.

"What's that behind you?" The little girl pointed to her mother's body, not noticing its unnatural angle.

The father's face turned stern. "It's nothing. Now go to bed, it's time to go to bed. "

"NO, Daddy! I want to know what it is!" The child pulled away from him, running towards the covered body, ripping off the cover.

"Mommy" said the little voice. No answer. The child scanned her mother's body and saw the bullet holes and blood covering the body.

"Daddy, what's wrong with mommy?" The child asked panicking; she knew that her mother was dead, but didn't want to believe it. Not accepting that her mother passed she turned around to her father "YOU! YOU DID THIS TO MOMMY! I HATE YOU DADDY! I HATE YOU! "

The child turned back to the body and crumpled to the floor, sobbing into the lifeless arms. She faintly heard he father yell for someone, she soon felt two strong arms wrap around her tiny body pulling her off her mother. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" she screamed and kicked, tears falling freely.

"MOMMY!"

-Rosalia jerked awake, panting. It wasn't long before she was able to calm herself down. She hated when this happened. This particular dream haunted her often. Especially, on the anniversary of her mother's death. She glanced at the clock. 1:15. Figures. She untangled herself from the sheets, sighing. There was no way she could fall asleep now.

Quickly, Rosalia changed into her black one piece suit, buckled her blood red belt and put on a black beanie. The only way to forget her dream was to go out and roam. Nicholas hated her going out alone, but what was she supposed to do? I am older than him and this is a free country, she thought, a sly smile on her lips.

She tucked her weapons into her belt and left a note for her over-protective friend on the dining room table before slipping out into the cool, New York night.

Rosalia had been roaming around for about an hour, but all was quiet. Well, as quiet as the Big Apple could be. Absolutely nothing was happening. No muggings, no gun shots. Nothing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she turned around and started back home when she heard a gunshot and a scream.

Bet you can't guess who Rosalia heard! Well you probably can ….