A/N: Ooh… did anyone see the newest episode? I don't want to spoil it though… (it has something to do with weddings and flowers).

EDIT: This is dedicated to one of my teachers, Mr. Young.

Chapter 1

Third person's POV

June 5, 1995

(Swayin' to the Music by Johnny Rivers can be heard in the background)

A twenty-year old woman is dancing with her boyfriend. The two are have a nice time dancing and singing along with the music. "I love dancing with you…," she said.

"Me too…" The music stopped and they couldn't hear any background noise. The two heard a thumping noise in the background. They figured it was just their cat catching mice under the house. They were wrong… the sounds got louder… They were scared. They were scared stiff. They couldn't move, they couldn't say anything, they couldn't scream and they only felt their knees knocking. They saw a shadow in the corner of their eyes and bang…

Both were dead. They had bled to death because of the number of shots they sustained.

Moreover, they never saw a thing…

Scotty's POV

Present

I was resting at my desk, drinking coffee, and eating a sandwich my mom had made for me. I was exhausted and didn't feel very good. Boss and Mom told me to stay home but I refused. It was quiet. Lilly, Nick, Kat, Will and John were off doing their own things. I finished the sandwich but I was still hungry. I groaned because I only had two dollars left.

Just when I was about to get up, a young lady walked up to my desk. "Yes?" I smiled.

She quietly and shakily handed me a photo. "T-that's my sister… she was murdered fifteen years ago… h-her name is Julie Gould…"

I quickly wrote down 'Julie Gould' and '1995' down on a piece of paper. "I'll look into it. In the mean time, we need your phone number, so we can contact you anytime we need to."

"Thank you… I have some more of her things if you want to see them…"

"That would be nice… umm… what's your name? I'm sorry. I'm Scotty Valens," I held out my hand and she shook it.

"Teri Gould…," she quickly wrote down her number on the piece of paper. I looked at it and smiled again.

"All right, I'll keep in touch." She smiled brightly and walked off. I walked down the basement where the cold case boxes were kept. I looked around… but couldn't find the box. "Is anyone down here?" Maybe there was a spot I didn't look… "Come on… it's got to be somewhere…," I even climbed up a ladder and looked. "Still can't find it…"

"Find what?" John aka Boss asked. I climbed down the ladder and showed him the piece of paper.

"Oh God… I remember this case… a boyfriend and girlfriend were murdered… they were dancing to music in the candlelight… the detectives said they probably never saw anything…"

"O-oh God…," I felt sick. "I'd never want to be murdered that way…"

"Are you OK, Scotty?" He looked at me. "You don't look so good again."

"I-I think I'm going to be sick…"

"Hey kid… why not go on home…? I'll take care of this…"

"You really mean it, John?" I blinked.

"Yes, I mean it. Please go home. You look like a ghost."

"Thank you…"

I rarely called Boss 'John'. I only call him that when he's nice to me. Like today, for example, after puking twice today (once at work), he really told me to go home. He didn't even want me to clean it up… He was concerned, I could tell. Even the others showed their concern by hugging me. Boss took me home. He also said that my face was paler than usual (my face is pale as it is).

I lied down in bed watching TV. It felt a lot better than sitting at a desk with an uncomfortable chair. I sighed and flipped through the channels. There wasn't much on except soap operas, news, sports, paid programming, kids' shows, court shows and a few movies. I didn't feel good, physically and mentally.

Mentally I felt bad because I wish Lilly was here, but she is off somewhere else with Nick, doing Lord knows what (hopefully not what comes to mind) and physically because of the obvious.

"Ugh…" I had to fall asleep I had no choice to.

However, I slept longer than I thought I would…

A/N: Please review. It's not hard!