Reliving The Past

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter. Hopefully you all liked it or want to see where this goes. Please keep reading and reviewing. I like to hear what you think. But if you don't like it, please be somewhat gentle about it. Happy reading!

Chapter 2

A few days later, Elizabeth is working. The letter nonsense is out of her mind. She's working hard. There is a number of people with the flu. Which is so strange at this time of season. She is pulling double shifts. As she's writing down notes and numbers on charts, a delivery man comes with a huge vase of long stem red roses.

"Delivery for Ms. Elizabeth Webber."

"Wow, that's me. Thanks." Elizabeth takes them and checks for the card. She can't figure out who would send her flowers. The card read-

To the most beautiful rose of all. We soon will be together again.

All my love, your secret Admirer.

Elizabeth rereads the card. It seems sweet, but she doesn't know who it is and it's beginning to frighten her. The roses are so lovely. She's never had this many flowers. And long stem to boot. The key word is 'again'. So she thinks of all the men she's been with. Lucky is gone. Zander is dead. Ric is still around. AJ is dead. Jason is on the run for the time being. Nikolas is dead too. She can't think of any other men. Not that she doesn't think that there is a shortness to the list. Not by far. But most of them are dead. Which is scary if you think about it.

Elizabeth decides to call Lucky and Ric. Just to make sure they haven't had a change of mind. That they don't want to try again. So she decides on her break she would call Lucky. Eating is so overrated. She gets back to work. She sticks the card in her pocket and gets on with things.

On her break, Elizabeth goes to the locker room and calls Lucky.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Lucky?" Elizabeth is having a hard time hearing at first.

"Yeah, Elizabeth. Is something wrong with one of the boys?" Lucky sounds concerned.

"No. They are fine. I was calling to ask you something. I hope I don't say this wrong. Have you been sending me letters? Sending me flowers?" Elizabeth feels stupid as soon as it leaves her mouth.

"No. I have not. Why do you ask? What's going on?" Lucky's intrigued.

"Well, about two months or so ago, I started receiving these really sweet notes. More like love notes. But they are not signed. There is no address for me or the sender. And no stamp. They show up in my mailbox. Then the last one I got was a little graphic. It made me a little uncomfortable. But now I just received a bouquet of long stem red roses. Very beautiful. The card said that those were for the most beautiful rose of all. That we would soon be together again. All my love, your secret admirer. Now what little I did remember from our time as young detectives and our marriage while you were a cop, I deduced that it means it's someone I have dated or married. My list is long. But is cut short by the number of dead. But you, Jason and Ric are the only ones that are still alive and possibly around. If I remember correctly, you used to be a romantic." Elizabeth remembers their first year together with love and warmth.

"No, it's not me. Sorry. I've been too busy. But it does sound like you are following the right track. Let me know if there is anything I can do on this end. You know, hack into a computer or access reports or phone records. Maybe the florist. But if it gets too creepy, go to the police. Don't let you and the boys be in any danger. Keep me updated. Tell the boys I love them and I will face time with them in a few days. Maybe we can talk about this then. Take care Elizabeth. Call if you need me. Bye."

"Thanks Lucky. Bye." They hang up. The conversation didn't make her feel any better. She still had a few minutes of her break, so she calls Ric.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Ric?"

"Yes." Ric seems to not recognize her voice.

"Ric, this is Elizabeth. How are you?" She tries to sound pleasant.

"Elizabeth. Hi. I'm good. How are you?" He tries to be nice, but there is a little tension.

"I'm good. Thanks. I hate to ask this, but I'm trying to figure something out. Please excuse me if this is way out there. But have you been sending me letters and flowers?" This is so embarrassing for Elizabeth. She knows she sounds full of herself.

"No, I haven't. What's this about?" Ric sounds interested and concerned.

"Well, about two months ago, I started getting these letters in my mailbox. They have been coming once a week. No address of any kind. No stamp. They were sweet. Until this last one. It was creepy and graphic. Then a few hours ago I got a bouquet of long stem red roses. The note stated that they were for the most beautiful rose of all. Then that we would soon be together again. So I deduced that it was a person I have dated or married. At this time, it's just you and Lucky. And Lucky just told me it wasn't him. So I just thought I would ask you. Sorry if this sounds like I am full of myself. But I have to check." Elizabeth waits.

"I'm sorry, but it's not me. I'm dating a wonderful lady and am very happy. There isn't another person you aren't thinking about? Someone you dated maybe one time and it didn't work out?"

"No. I'm so happy for you. I hope you two can make it work and be happy for the rest of your life. You deserve to be happy after all the stuff that has happened." Elizabeth's face blushes.

"Thank you. And you don't sound full of yourself. You sound like you are a determined woman trying to find out who is taking an interest in you. If you need my help, just call. I'd be glad to help you any way I can. How are the boys?"

"Thank you. The boys are doing great. Cam is a straight A student. And Jake is doing much better. Aidan is doing well too. Thanks for asking about them. I couldn't be prouder of them. I think Jake has inherited my artist side. I can't get him to slow down on his drawing. But he is in art therapy. He is so talented for his age. They like having their own rooms now that I finally found a new place." Elizabeth tries to pull back a little. She knows he doesn't really care what's happening. He's just being polite.

"Great! You should give me the address and I could come by and see you and the boys sometime. Maybe bring a late house warming present." Ric sounds so happy. This makes Elizabeth so happy for him.

"Sure. Why don't you bring your lovely lady and we can grill out. I would love to meet this woman who has you beaming from ear to ear. I can hear it in your voice. And I'm sure the boys would love to see you. More so with you so happy. I'll text you the address. Maybe we can get together for the 4th if you don't have plans." Elizabeth tries to sound supportive.

"Sure, I'll talk to my Lori and see if we have plans. I will text you back when I touch base with her. You take care and remember, call if you need anything. It was good to hear from you. Even if it was under these circumstances."

"Yeah. It was good to hear your voice. You take care and I'll talk to you again soon. Bye." Elizabeth hangs up. No closer to who this person could be. It is starting to make her scared. She feels alone and targeted. Just as she gets up to go back to work, Franco walks into the locker room. Almost bumping into her.

"Hello Elizabeth. How are you?"

"Hello Franco. You don't want to know and I have to get back to work. We are swamped. Talk to you later." Elizabeth walks out. Frustrated and a bit on the scared side.