Authors Note: I promised this I think two days ago. But it's finally here! This particular chapter is important, everything will now be set in motion. I've got a few details to figure out, but the story itself is planned out. For those of you following "Getting Out of Heaven" I hope to have a new chapter up soonish. It's got me a little stuck. But writers block never lasts forever. For now, enjoy this chapter! Review are awesome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

It was all a dream. A possible hallucination. She didn't see Finn standing in a subway in New York City. It would be crazy to think she did. Because he's gone and he's never coming back.

The thoughts of what she saw plague her for weeks after. She needs get to past this, or at least try to live her life. If she keeps letting her mind do the work, she'll stay exactly where she's at.

Rehearsals are nearing completion, and she really couldn't deny it if someone asked her if she was excited. Because she is, this is the one role she's been waiting for. Of course there's still that part of her that wishes he was here. She can't think that way though, it leads her right back to that subway, and then she doesn't sleep.

The night of her last dress rehearsal she comes back to the apartment in high spirits. Throwing her purse onto her bed, she decides lying in bed and watching a movie sounds like a good night. As she's perusing her collection she sees it. Finn's diary.

Her box of his treasures has remained untouched. At first it was because she didn't want to be reminded of him and his almost life. But now she thinks, with the subway and all, reading it might give her at least a bit of closure.

Sitting on her bed, snuggled deep into her pillows she opens the cover. On the first page she sees his name written in his messy scrawl, the next is the first entry, dated the day after Christmas back in Junior year when they broke up.

December 26,2010

Hi,

Do normal people say "hi" to their journals? Rachel probably does. I have got to stop thinking about her. We're broken up and it's completely her fault. Okay, maybe that's not totally true, but she did kiss Puck. I know I hurt her and all but I never thought she would stoop so low. Maybe she's nothing more than my first love and we'll never be anything more. So in a few years this won't bother me. But for now I'm hurt. She just doesn't understand why. It's the Puck of it all. She said the same thing about Santana. But that's different right? Or it's not? I'm not sure. Everything still just sucks right now. But I'm glad Kurt got me you for Christmas, maybe it will help. I gotta go, mom just made dinner.

Finn

So that's where the journal came from. Kurt, always one for practical gifts.

She reads a few more entries, detailing moments from high school and beyond. He didn't write every day, she notices, just when something important happened. She especially loves the one about "Grilled Cheesus". It makes her laugh out loud when he tells his journal his prayers were answered when she let him touch her boob. She never did have the heart to tell him that it had nothing to do with prayer.

Glancing at the time on her alarm clock, she sees it's getting rather late. But as she's closing the journal, a date catches her eye. An entry written a week before he died.

June 2, 2013

Hey journal,

So do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching you? Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I swear someone's been following me. I was walking out of Glee practice and there was this shuffling behind me, when I turned to look, there was no one there. And then even weirder, there was a car in the parking lot I didn't recognize. It wasn't new or anything, just this old beat up blue pickup. I couldn't see who was in it, the minute I looked over, they sped away. And I thought about getting the license plate numbers, but there was a thick coat of dirt over it. Who knows, maybe it's all in my head.

Finn

There was someone following him? The thought frightened and confused her. Because who would hold a grudge against Finn? There wasn't an unkind bone in his body. Still…

She flipped one more page over, an entry dated the day before he died.

June 8, 2013

Someone's following me. I'm not sure who and I don't know why, but there's definitely someone there. It's not just the parking lot, it's the phone too. I keep getting these phone calls, they last one ring and then nothing. As first I thought (or hoped) it was Rachel, because maybe she just wanted to hear my voice. But then I remembered I have her number. So who is it? Guess I won't be sleeping tonight.

Finn

Oh no. Did…did…someone kill Finn? The thought hadn't really grossed her mind, the police seemed so sure about it being a fluke accident. But wait…the lighter. That had to be a clue.

She really wasn't going to sleep tonight.

Rehearsal's weren't enough to keep her occupied and distracted the next day. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to fit the pieces together. From what she gathered, she knew three things regarding Finn's death:

Explosion of some kind

No body found

Only remains consisted of a lighter, a bright yellow lighter.

The police found no traces of fingerprints on the lighter. Of course she wonders if they even tried, probably just considered it a part of the rubble .They closed the case within days, not bothering to look into it, but then again, Rachel nor anyone else close to Finn had bothered to consider keeping it open. But it needed to be, because something wasn't right.

And then there was the subway. His face was clear as day, as perfect as she remembered. Was it just his ghost telling her to find out what happened? She didn't believe in such things, it was impossible. But maybe it was her sign anyway.

Checking her rehearsal schedule she saw they had the weekend plus Friday and Monday off. Rachel had to go back to Lima.

The flight came that morning, when the city was only a little quieter.

She grabbed a cup of coffee and a muffin, sitting in her terminal, a notebook on her lap.

Making lists always calmed her down, purpose and distraction.

When they called for her row and her seat belt was buckled, she found her eyes trained to the window.

It was as the plane was being taxied to the runway when she saw him again.

The other plane was a good distance away, but she could just make out his face in the window.

Shaking her head, she reminded herself again, that he wasn't alive. But the hope that maybe he was with her, protecting her, guiding her to the answers she needed, helped her breathe a little better.

Her flight landed smoothly in Ohio, where she rented a car to take her around Lima. The thought crossed her mind that she should call her father's, given that her old room was always available. But she was on mission, had a plan, and she didn't want too many questions.

Staying in a hotel was her best option. Just a few nights, and maybe by the end of the weekend this would all be over.

She had another restless sleep that night.

Her first stop that next morning was the Police Station. A friend of hers worked there, and she was hoping that might help her look at the case files.

Walking through the doors, she headed to the front desk.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could help me, I'm looking for-"

"Rachel Berry? Is that you?"

"Hello Noah, how are you? Do you like your new position?"

"It's fantastic, best part is, I finally get to carry a weapon. So, what brings you here?"

"I need your help. It's about Finn. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Yeah, come on, they gave me an office."

Rachel followed him to a far room in the corner, allowing him to shut the door behind her.

"So what about Finn?"

"I need to see the case files. Because I have this hunch that tells me something isn't right. And I don't think I can move on from this until I figure it out."

"But they ruled it as nothing but a fluke accident? Everyone agreed."

"How on earth is a cigarette lighter a fluke? You know as well as I do, that Finn never smoked. And on top of that I found his journal…Someone was following him Noah. And I've got to find out who."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. There were a couple entries about it. One a week before he died and the other the day before. Noah, you have to let me have those files."

"Okay, but you better be right about this. I'll be right back."

He returned moments later, a manila folder under his arm.

"You're lucky the lady downstairs in files, likes me."

"Thank you so much Noah. This means a lot."

"It's not a problem. Just promise me something?"

"Of course."

"Find the bastard that killed my best friend."

"You bet your ass I will. I'll see you soon Noah."

With the files tucked safely into her purse, she headed back to the hotel.

Laying the papers out on the bed, pictures, witness descriptions, she begin her search.

The report itself said exactly what the police said. It was a fluke, probably caused by something igniting within the car Finn was working on. There was nothing that might contradict their conclusion.

She went to the pictures, mostly scenes of rubble, and that lighter. Looking closely at the lighter, she saw two small initials, engraved at the base, BW. How had the police missed this? And who was BW?

That's when it hit her. She knew exactly who it was. Grabbing her phone she dialed.

"Noah, I think I know who killed Finn. It was Brody Weston."

A/N 2: Well, looks like Mr. Weston is a suspect. Which get's us a little closer to finding out whats happened to Finn. Stay tuned!