Short I know, and I'm sorry. Some cursing, and hints of Shules.

Santa Barbra, October 22 2005

I woke up panting and sweating, it had all been a dream. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, the clock on the stove read 3:32 AM. I slept two hours, that was all. I opened the cabinet and pressed against the false back covering my stash of pills. I have ADD, a low form of paranoia and I was schizophrenic. All because of what my Science teacher had done to me. I took three of each and two sleeping pills, hoping to maybe have a dreamless sleep, but I was wrong. All the pills did was kept me up. At seven AM I got a call from Karen Vick, the police chief asking me to come down to the station.

I walked into my room and changed out of my pajamas. I pulled on sweatpants, and a long sleeved shirt. It was now fall, meaning the weather would be cooling down. I grabbed my wallet, phone and motorcycle keys. I shut the door and walked down the stairs, to my parked cycle. I was about to straddle it when I felt a dizziness in my head.

"Maybe I shouldn't drive," I mumbled turning and walking down the street to the nearest bus stop. The sky was a dark grey, and the trees were waving back and forth with the strong winds. I wasn't the only one at the stop; an elderly Asian woman was sitting at the bench with brown bags on her lap. A white man in a suit was chatting away on his phone. Soon the bus pulled up, I paid the five dollar fine for the all-day pass, and I took a seat in the back.

The bus was cold, and sitting next to the open window wasn't helping at all. I didn't move it though; something in my head told me today was going to be a bad day. I closed my eyes and hastily opened them back up when the "Fun Times" began to roll. The dreams had raged through me last night, worse than they had been in a while. It took me five busses to get to the station; I arrived forty minutes after the chief had called me.

I walked into the station, not bothering to put on a fake smile as I usually did. I walked down the hallway when I was stopped. "Look Spencer I…" Carlton Lassiter started, but I just walked past him. I ignored everyone's looks and I made it into the Chief's office. I sat in the back and waited for the others to arrive.

Juliet, Gus and Carlton came in seconds after me, Carlton was whispering to Juliet my girlfriend. I knew it was about me because she was giving me a worried look. I closed my eyes and opened them instantly not wanting to see the "Fun Times". Gus sat next to me, he raised his fist for a fist bump, and I didn't even lift my fist a hair. I grasped my pants tightly; I was starting to feel jumpy yet tired. You know how you go to sleep, then wake up feeling even more tired than you were before you fell asleep? Times that by a million and you wouldn't know how tired I was.

"I need leads people or this murderer is going to get away." Vick paused, thinking I was probably going to say some weird remark or interrupt in any way. When I didn't she continued. "Anything would be helpful at the time… Mr. Spencer?" they all looked at me.

"No," I simply answered shrugging my shoulders. Juliet placed a hand on my shoulder trying to offer some comfort. The smell of her perfume calmed me down a little. For some reason she was the only one would could that. I don't why, but I felt safe around the blonde detective.

"Are you positive? You have nothing on the case?" Vick studied me closely.

"The spirits haven't been very giving lately." I made up.

"You really have nothing?" Lassiter asked shocked. "No remark or snappy comeback? No 80's reference or lie? I'm shocked!" he smiled. That's when I couldn't take it anymore and I snapped. I was tired of everyone expecting things out of me. I jumped up, Juliet pulling her hand away as if she'd been burned.

"No Lassiter, I have none of those things! Now shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone! This world doesn't revolve around you!" I yelled storming out of the office, slamming the door behind me.

They will get longer! I promise!