*Comes into the room in a tank* Don't shoot! I'm very, very, very, very, very, very, very (I think you get my drift) sorry! I didn't mean to be so late on the update! It's just that I was busy! I had a basketball tourney (we got second… again) on the weekend, and I also have another tourney this weekend. My science class had to get into groups and make retarded music videos; my group's video is called 'Some Cake'. Everyone thought it was hilarious!

On with the show!

There's always some reason

To not feel good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

"This must be really hard for Jess, I mean getting kicked off the case and all." Lindsay said as she leaned over to look through a microscope.

"Yeah, I know." Danny agreed. "I know what she's feeling like, when Louis was beat up and all."

Lindsay sighed and put her hands on the glass table. "I can see why they haven't caught this guy. He does a good job at cleaning up, unfortunately. I didn't find a single hair or fingerprint other than the victim's and the rest of the family. And we've tried talking to the witness, but she's not saying a word."

Danny suddenly snapped his fingers. "I got it! Why don't we get Angell to talk to the daughter? She went through exactly the same thing, Angell might know what to say."

Lindsay tucked a honey-brown piece of hair behind her ear. "You know what, Messer? You might be onto something. For once you actually had a good idea."

Danny shrugged his shoulder. "Why thank… hey! When are my ideas not good?"

Lindsay patted Danny's shoulder. "Oh, I could name a few." Lindsay took a paper off of a printer. "But like I said, Jess was kicked off the case. Are we even allowed to do that?"

Again, Danny shrugged. "Don't know, but it's worth a shot."

FAFAFA

Whenever Angell interrogated suspects, she usually had them talking in minutes. But this girl, like Lindsay had said, not a single word out of her. The girl occasionally sniffed or scratched at her elbow, but other than that, nothing. Not a squeak, peep, or any other sound indicating that she was about to talk.

"Look, lady." She said, finally talking. "I didn't tell those other cops anything. What makes you think I'll tell you?"

Polite, aren't we? Angell thought to herself. "What makes you think that I'm like the others? I know what you're going through right now. Trust me, you'll talk when you're good and ready." Angell replied, propping her elbows on the table.

"But a cop none the less. And how would you know? You're what, 20 years older than me? You wouldn't get it."

Touché. Angell sighed. "I've heard that bit before. Believe me, I understand. Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean that I won't get it. I can see we're getting nowhere, so I'm going to tell you a little something. You see, I was 14 when my mom died too. She was killed, murdered to be exact. And you know what? I saw it happen. I was there.

"Whoa. So you're the one those other cops have been talking about huh?"

Angell nodded. "22 years ago, I was in the exact same spot that you're in now. I didn't get what was going on, and to tell you the truth, I was and still am scared. But you have to realize something. Your friends and family will always be there for you, you just have to talk to them, make them understand. That's why we need your help, Maddie. Anything, anything you remember about that night, you need to tell me so that other people won't get hurt."

Maddie Stevens then told Angell all about what she remembered. Went to school, came home from school, nothing out of the ordinary. She went up to her parents' bedroom because she needed help with homework. She only stepped into the room for a moment when she was shoved into the back of the closet. It was quiet for a few minutes when a gunshot suddenly rang out.

"You know you're really brave for telling me this." Angell smiled, sliding a card across the table towards Maddie. "Here's my card. If you have any questions or just need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to call." Angell tapped the ink, the smile still on her lips.

"Detective Jessica Flack. That's cool." Maddie whispered, fingering the lettering.

Angell laughed, her eyes drifting towards a backpack on the floor.

"Rangers, huh? They your favorite team?" Maddie nodded, shifting in the hard, uncomfortable chair. "They're my son's favorite too. Do you play at all?"

"Yeah, I've been playing since I was 5. I play defense." Maddie's eyes lit up.

"Wow, you and I have much more in common that I thought."

FAFAFAFAFA

Angell quietly shut the heavy door behind her. That had gone much smoother than she had expected.

"Did you get anything that might help us?" Mac asked, looking through the one-way window.

"Really, it's pretty much the same as what I saw, not saying that it was much. Except this time the guy looked older. 40 year old guy with salt-n-pepper hair and an extremely ugly beard that could defiantly use a good shave."

"And there's only what? A few million people with that description?" Danny said, crossing his arms. "C'mon, Angell. You sure that's all she said?"

"I'm positive. Why, you don't like how I do my job, Messer?" Angell folded her arms across her chest. "She's scared. She's just experienced the worst event in her life. You can't expect her to remember every little detail."

"Well if you would be more forceful, you would be able to get more that what you did!"

Angell coiled her fists up in anger. "She's just 14, Danny! You have to deal with some people differently than others!" Angell pushed past Danny. "I should really get going, Mac. I have to pick up Nicoli up from Don's mother's."

"Why do you always have to get on her case?" Mac said. "You know she did all she could. Or did you forget that Jessica is going through the same thing all over again?"

FAFAFAFAFA

The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled Angell's nostrils. The Flack's (Don's parents) home always smelled like those mouthwatering treats. Then again, Ingrid Flack was constantly baking.

"Thanks again for looking after Nicoli, Mrs. Flack." Angell said, walking through the front door.

A short woman with grey hair and deep blue eyes then came into view. Please, Jessica. You and Don have been married for 5 years. Please, call me Ingrid. And besides, I love spending time with the little one."

Angell nodded as Nicoli ran around the corner, flour in his hair.

"Momma! Did you see what me and Nonna made?" Nicoli said happily, hugging at Angell's legs.

"Yes, yes I did. She even gave us some of the cookies to take home so that Nonno won't eat them all. Angell dusted the flour out of Nicoli's hair. "Go get your coat then we'll go home, okay?"

Angell sighed and ran her hand through her hair as Nicoli disappeared.

"Did you tell him yet?" Ingrid lightly touched Angell on the shoulder.

"Who? Don or Nicoli?"

"Both. You know you have to tell them sometime, this can't wait forever."

"I know. But Nicoli, he's just too young to understand the whole murder thing. And Don…" Angell shook her head. "I just don't know how to tell him. I'm not even sure myself. Anyways, it's just way too risky."

FAFAFAFA

The neighborhood the Flack's lived in was a quiet one. Almost all the people knew each other and would frequently visit with another while the children played at the large park nearby.

"So what else did you and Nonna do today?" Angell asked, looking at the rearview mirror.

"Um… we went to the park and feed ducks some bread." Nicoli kicked his feet against the car seat. "And we made cookies!"

Angell laughed slightly and pulled into the driveway. After turning the ignition off and opening the driver side door, Angell started to unbuckle Nicoli when she noticed that the front door to the house stood ajar.

"Nic, stay in the car and keep your head down." Angell took her glock out of the holster on her hip.

Nicoli nodded without a word and sunk so low that he seemed to have disappeared.

Angell slowly walked towards the house, leaves crunching beneath her feet. Her breath came out in puffs up white. Walking the front steps, Angell pushed the door with her foot and raised the gun to eyelevel.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No broken vases, no broken windows, nothing missing out of any of the drawers. In fact, everything seemed normal. But that's the problem. Nothing was out of place. You would think that if your house was broken into, something would be missing.

"Okay, this is a little creepy."

The clock, a gift from Flack's father, ticked on the wall. Though the object usually made an annoying sound, it could not be heard. A sudden bang echoed throughout the empty house. Angell instantly ducked preparing for the worst. But something wasn't right. The bang was too heavy for it to have been a gunshot, and too crisp to have been a bomb. Where did it come from?

A breath caught in Angell's throat as a single foot stepped around the corner.

That's the end of chapter 2! I hope you liked it! I'm about 4 pages into writing the third chapter, I should be able to update tomorrow or Sunday

So we just finished playing our first game in the tourney, but sadly, we lost. 41-31. So we play again at 8:30! Did I mention that it's in the evening? Ugh! We're gonna be there till 10pm!

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