I found this song by accident and thought it would make a good fic. So I wrote this just so I could involve the song. This chapter is like the first scene of an episode before the first * Foof * it's the crime, the team comes into it later.

Two beds and a coffee machine.

She takes another step and slowly she opens the door and checks that he is sleeping.

She picks up all the broken glass and furniture off the floor.

Been up half the night screaming and now it's time to get away, pack up the kids in the car.

Another bruise to try and hide, another alibi to write.

Another ditch in the road, you keep moving.

Another stop sign, you keep moving on.

This happen many times to Hayley Cooper. Her husband, Jackson Cooper, was a marine in the U.S Navy. They had little girl named Ava who was 5. They also had a 1 year old named Denny. Jackson's father had died 3 months ago, they had been very close, he took it very hard and had been drinking every night. Some nights it was worse than others. Sometimes he would sit on the swinging chair on the porch, cradling his drink in the hopes it would take him to a world where his father was still alive and everything was happy and bright. A world where there was no war, no poverty and no sadness. He would fall asleep on the porch swing, his sanctuary, but it would be all gone when he woke up, the only thing remaining was an awful hangover and the promise of another miserable day. Some nights he took his anger out on his wife, once he even hit his daughter. Ava hasn't spoken to him since, she hadn't even looked at him. He was once her hero; the man she looked up at and told everyone she saw about him. Now he was just a drunk who abused his family. Sometimes when he got really bad Hayley would take the kids to some motel for the night. Tonight was one of those nights.

And there are children to think of, the baby's asleep on the backseat.

I wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare, but the mind is an amazing thing full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel, two beds and a coffee machine. But there are groceries to buy and she knows she'll have to go home.

Another ditch in the road, you keep moving.

Another stop sign, you keep moving.

Enough was enough. That night she didn't go home. In the morning she dropped Ava off at preschool and drove around with Denny until it was time to pick up Ava. She didn't go back home. She took the kids to her sister's house for the night, but didn't tell her what was going on.

When she pulled up outside her house it was almost 8pm. She walked quietly inside, looking around the house. She slowly pushed open the bedroom door, making sure it didn't creak. He was asleep on the bed, face down on the pillows. She could smell the alcohol from the doorway. She silently walked down the hallway to kitchen and found a large, sharp knife. She softly sniffed to herself as she went back to the bedroom, hiding the knife behind her even though he was out cold. Step by step she moved closer to the bed, breathing deeply as she raised the knife. She didn't know how to do it, to end a man's life, even if he was a monster. She brought the knife down, only to stop after it grazed the skin. A tear slid down her cheek as she raised the knife again. She plunged the knife through the air then deep into his body. She repeated this a few times until she was sure that he would never hurt her family ever again. She threw the knife on the floor as she left the room. She quickly washed her hands and collected a few of the kids things before getting some of her stuff. She fled the house and went back to her sister's.

Bob Drover walked to wards his neighbour's house. He and Jackson were pretty good mates. Bob needed a hand to move some furniture so he wrapped on the door. He waited, then knocked again. Still nothing. Jackson's car was still there. Bob looked though one of the windows. He saw a smear of blood on the wall coming from the hallway. He tried the door; it was open. He cautiously walked inside. He looked around the kitchen, living room and lounge room before going towards the bedroom. The door was hanging wide open so he looked inside. He almost threw up when he saw Jackson. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled 9-1-1.