"Meet me on the rooftop,"

Veronica's phone read,

Such a strange message,

That Mac would send,

The rooftop?

She wondered,

With a killer on the loose?

She never did understand friends,

So she made her way upward,

Through the Neptune Grand,

She went over the years,

Where did she and Beaver stand?

A few hours ago,

She would have said friends,

But that was before she solved the case,

One that could bring friendships to an end,

She'd been searching for months,

Since the day of the bus crash,

To find what kind of cruel person,

Would kill innocent kids,

Weevil and Woody,

Kendall and Curly,

All suspects in the case,

She'd finally won,

But Cassidy Casablancas,

Not what she'd expected.

Cassidy was still Beaver,

Killer or not,

She stepped onto the rooftop,

Looking for her friend,

Before it came over her,

A feeling she'd felt only once before,

A chill ran down her back,

The night of the fire,

One year before,

A night to be matched with the one she was about to endure

"So Beaver's a killer?"

The voice seemed to ring,

A shrill, cold laughter added to it,

The sound seemed impossible to have issued from the seventeen year old boy,

The fight was a blur from then on out,

Screaming and fighting,

And a gun was pulled out,

Beav, while a Killer,

Did have a fault,

He still had his heart,

Of which Veronica owned a part,

So he tried to make it as painless as possible,

At least on him,

He saw her shaking, lying on the floor,

And he wasn't quite sure if the deed could be carried out,

So much he had taken,

This he knew,

Her best friend, her father,

Her life seemed too much,

As She got to her knees,

He grabbed the tazer,

"Just jump, Veronica,"

As volts he did send, down her arm,

Little did she know,

That she'd grabbed her phone,

A message she did send,

To Logan, her ex-boyfriend,

Veronica knew she wouldn't have to fight for long,

Or maybe not at all,

If Beav wanted her life,

He'd have taken it by now,

Soon enough,

Logan was there,

To save his ex- girlfriend

From too much despair,

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

The shot's fired off,

Logan dodged them all,

Without breaking a sweat,

Veronica was next,

So soon she did pounce,

The gun she did pry,

From Beav's tired hands,

"I'll kill him,"

She said,

A warning more to Logan,

Than the boy on the ground,

"Veronica, no,"

He whispered so soft,

"You aren't him,"

Don't stoop so low,

He almost did add.

Veronica dropped the gun,

Into Logan's hands,

As Logan pulled her weak body into a hug,

Then, to his dismay,

Beav, he did see,

So close to the edge of the roof top,

You see.

"Beaver, don't!"

He scream with dispair,

Was Beaver not,

The life he just spared?

A young voice,

Mingled with anger and pity yelled back,

"My name is Cassidy!"

"Cassidy, don't."

Logan's voice was tired now,

But still so hopeful,

That all three could walk away from the fight,

Very much alive,

Cassidy's eyes went stone cold,

He moved toward the ledge,

"Why not?"

The cold voice replied,

And then he died,

That night on the rooftop,

Was never to be recalled,

One simple mistake,

And they all seemed to pay,

But you could leave it to Beaver,

To change many lives,

And he didn't even try.