25 year old Noelle Foster went up to the 12th floor of an office building. In the past few months she'd been feeling depressed from disturbing dreams and unspeakable thoughts. On the advice of her probation officer, she sought therapy. When she got to the floor she needed, Noelle stopped at the desk and signed in. It was just before 12 p.m. on a pleasantly warm day.

" Hey Noelle," the secretary said," Dr. Jenkins should be with you in a moment."

" Thanks Amy."

After a few minutes there was still no word. Amy went to the door and knocked.

" Dr. Jenkins, Ms. Foster is here."

Noelle happened to get up and went to the door behind Amy, who knocked again, still no answer. Amy then opened the door and both of them went in.

" Oh my God," Amy said going back to her desk," Yes, I need assistance here. Send an ambulance right away."

Noelle couldn't move, she just stared at the sight of seeing her therapist slumped over the desk with blood everywhere.

" Oh no. Not again," Noelle thought," This can't be happening."

A little while later the scene had become different. The place was now filled with police and it didn't sit well with Noelle, who had her head down between her knees. At that same moment Detective Stella Bonasara and Detective Danny Messer from the New York Crime Lab were arriving. They saw that their colleague Detective Don Flack was already there.

" Flack," Stella said.

" Dr. Russell Jenkins, age 47. The secretary opened the door after a few minutes of waiting for a response. She along with a client discovered him slumped over the desk. It looks like he was shot."

Stella saw a blond woman standing over by a desk, talking to another officer.

" Amy Winchester, age 28, lives on the upper east side, and has been working here the last two years. The client is sitting right there," Flack said," You might recognize who it is."

Stella and Danny looked to see someone with their head down and then looked up. Stella shook her head.

" That's Noelle Foster," Stella said," What's she doing here?"

" Dr. Jenkins was a well known clinical psychologist," Flack told her," She didn't say much. I would say Noelle is in shock. I didn't talk to her yet. Maybe she'll talk to you Stella."

" Wasn't she the one who ran away from you?" Danny asked," Caused all that trouble in the subway?"

" In the end she was cleared," Stella said," Well, she got probation and community service."

" With the help of you and Mac," Danny said.

" Danny start processing the scene, I'm going to talk to Noelle."

Stella went up to where Noelle was who didn't move. Noelle just watched as she came closer. Stella noticed the Noelle looked the same as she did a few months ago.

" Hi Noelle."

Noelle only nodded her head, pushing some of her blond hair our of her eyes.

" Anything you can tell me will help here."

" I didn't kill him."

Noelle then looked away.

" That sounded so stupid. I already sound guilty."

Noelle looked up to see flashes of light coming from the other room.

" Noelle."

" I don't know what to say. I was seeing Dr. Jenkins because I needed help. My probation officer suggested him to me. I feel so messed up, now it's worse. I don't even know where to begin."

" When did you start coming here?"

" About a month ago. Luckily, my health insurance covered the sessions, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford it. Why is this happening to me? It has to be the system. The system wants me."

Noelle then again put her head down. Stella then thought back to what Noelle went through two months prior. She witnessed a murder, but was considered a suspect. In the end it was discovered that she was framed, but not totally innocent. In that time, she ran away and was arrested for obstruction.

Noelle then got up.

" Is there anything else you need detective? I really would like to go home now. I don't know what else to say right now."

" I don't think I need anything else from you at the moment. You still live at the same address?"

" Yes, and my father still ignores me. I feel a little shaky too."

Flack came up to them and heard what Noelle said.

" I've got what I need here for now. I'm heading back to the precinct."

Noelle sighed. She was still uncomfortable around authority figures.

" I'll give you a lift home if you'd like Ms. Foster."

" Thanks. I accept."

" Don't think this is your ticket out," Flack told her.

" Flack, leave her alone for now."

Noelle shook her head.

" You've got something to ask detective, then ask it. Then again, my sessions with Dr. Jenkins are confidential. You have no right to ask about them."

" You're jumping to conclusions. I'm sorry if I sounded hasty."

Noelle nodded her head.

" It's not your fault. I just need someone else to talk to right now, but I don't want it to be used against me."

Noelle then saw more flashes come from the other room. She again let out a sigh.

" There's a lot of work to what you do."

Stella looked at the sad look on Noelle's face.

" Right now, you've nothing to worry about and if we need anything else, I know where to contact you."

" Okay. I've got it. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

Noelle then left with Flack. Danny came out of the room for a brief moment.

" Sounds like she's going to be a problem."

" You don't know her Danny. Noelle is in pain. Her father ignores her and she's again in the middle of a homicide investigation. It looks like there's more to it also."

" Got news for you Stella, it's not your problem to make her feel better."

Danny went back to what he was doing.

" That may be true, but I'll do what I can to make sure she gets the help she needs," Stella thought.

Flack waited at the elevator with Noelle. When the doors opened someone else came out.

" You can't be up here," Flack said," This is a crime scene."

The young lady looked at him, she was with another officer.

" I know that. I'm here about my father. My name is Crystal Jenkins. This officer was kind enough to bring me up here."

Crystal then looked at Noelle.

" You're not arresting her are you? Noelle wouldn't kill my father."

" He's taking me home Crystal."

" Oh. Please can you tell me what happened?"

Stella then came up.

" Flack is something wrong?"

" She can answer your questions, Ms. Jenkins."

Crystal looked at Stella and removed strands of red hair from brown her eyes.

" What's going on? What happened to my father?"

" Ms. Jenkins. I'm Detective Bonasara, I'm from the New York Crime Lab. Your father was murdered, it looks like he was shot.

Crystal sat down on the floor.

" Who would do this? My father was a good man."

" We'll find out and when we do we'll put them away."

Crystal only nodded her head, but it didn't make her feel any better. She wanted answers and whatever she had to do, she was going to get them.