A/N: Okay, so I wasn't planning on updating any time soon (thanks to school and all that yucky stuff), but after watching last night's episode, and the ADORABLE D/L scenes (he called her Montana again! Yay yay yay!), I was totally inspired to write a chapter. Even though it's not really a D/L story. But whatever. It's still an update. LOL!

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Over the years, Danny Messer had been to more crime scenes than he could count, but none could be compared to the scene he had just pulled up to.

It was pure chaos outside of the high school The snow was stained with blood. Parents were frantic and crying out for their kids. Paramedics were helping the injured.

As Danny jumped out of the car and ran closer to the school, with Lindsay close behind, he kept his eyes wide open for any sign of Lucy.

"Do you see her anywhere?" he heard Lindsay ask. He shook his head, then he spotted Flack. He hurried over to him, desperate for information.

"Have you seen Lucy? Is she out here?" Danny asked, trying hard to keep his voice from cracking. He couldn't break down now. He had to stay strong.

"I haven't seen her yet. But there's a lot of people out here, she could just be stuck in the crowd, looking for you," Flack responded. He prayed for Danny and Lindsay's sake that he sounded hopeful enough.

Danny was about to say something to Flack, but stopped when he heard someone calling his name.

"Mr. Messer!"

He turned around and saw Lucy's best friend, Emily Robinson, running towards him. Before she could reach him, however, she was stopped by on officer who was telling her to stay away form the building.

"Hey, it's okay, let her through! She's with us!" Danny yelled. The man nodded and stepped aside, letting Emily go past.

"Oh my God!" Emily cried as soon as she reached Danny. "It's horrible...he was shooting and...I."

She didn't even finish her sentence before she broke down crying. Danny took her into his arms, trying to comfort her as much as he could.

"Do you know where Lucy is?" he asked once she had calmed down a bit.

Sniffling, Emily shook her head, trying to fight back the second round of tears.

"I haven't seen her, or Lizzie. You don't think they're still inside, do you?"

Danny was quick to shake his head.

"No, no, I'm sure they're just somewhere in the crowd of people," he said, reusing what Flack had told him.

Looking to his left at Lindsay, who was now talking to Mac, he motioned her over.

"Take Emily to find her mom," he told her once she reached him. "I'm going inside with Flack."

Lindsay nodded, then she put her arm around Emily's shoulders.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's go find your mom."

As Danny watched them walk away, he prayed that Lindsay would be the one to find their daughter and not him. Because if she was the one to find her, at least he knew Lucy would be alive.

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Silence.

That's all there was in the classroom Lucy was in. There weren't any voices or footsteps or anything. All was quiet, but Lucy knew she wasn't alone. He was still in the room. She could feel it.

Sitting underneath the teacher's desk, her knees curled up against her chest, she didn't dare make any noises. She wanted to sob after what had happened, and especially when she saw the blood on her hands, but any noise would let him know she was there.

Why God, why can't he just leave??

She kept hoping that her parents or one of her uncles would burst through the door, guns raised, ready to save her. But as each second passed, nothing happened.

Then, as if some miracle had happened, she heard the footsteps head for the door. She felt her heart start to beat faster, waiting for him to get out.

And that's when she felt it.

The all too familiar feeling in her nose. She pressed her arm hard against her nose, trying to stop what she felt coming, but she couldn't.

She sneezed, then shuddered when the footsteps turned from the door and hurried to where she was. It wasn't long before she saw him, his icy blue eyes staring into hers. The sobs that she had been trying to keep hin came out as she pleaded with him.

"Please Patrick, please...don't hurt me...please," she cried.

A chill ran down her spine when Patrick just smile.

"You think I'd ever hurt you, Lucy?" he asked, his voice calm. He reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet. "You should know by now that I would never hurt you."

His arm was still gripping hers, so she pulled it away, taking a step back.

"Why're you doing all of this? Why?" she asked. She knew she should run, but it was as if her feet were planted to the ground. Besides, if she ran, he would probably shoot her.

"Why'd I do this? Why do you think? The people in this school, they treat me like shit! It's about time they got what they deserve."

"But Lizzie, she never treated you badly," Lucy said, not looking to the side of the classroom where one of her best friends lay motionless. She had to stay calm if she planned on getting out of there alive.

"She just happened to get in the way," he said. The lack of remorse in his voice made Lucy want to vomit. "But Luce, I did this for both you and me. Now none of those people will ever disrespect us ever again."

"Why would you do this for me?"

"Because, Luce. Because I'm in love with you," he said, grinning.

Lucy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe hearing this was a good thing, though. She could use what he was saying to get her out of there.

"Patrick, if you love me, then you'll let me go, right?" she asked, slowly beginning to turn around.

"No."

Lucy stopped dead in her tracks. For the first time, Patrick's voice was strong.

"I've got something better planned, something romantic," he said. "You've read Romeo and Juliet, right?"

Lucy stared at him, confused. She had no clue why he was talking about a play. Then it dawned on her. She knew what he was planning. A murder-suicide, so they could die together. Just like Romeo and Juliet.

This boy was beyond sick.

She could feel the fresh tears forming in her eyes. She eyed the gun in Patrick's hand. She had to get out of there. There was no way in hell she was letting anyone in her family, especially her mom or dad, carry her out of there in a body bag.

Lucy reached for the gun, trying to get it away from him. They fought, and she felt herself fall to the ground, him landing on top of her. They fought some more, and then there was a loud bang.

And once again, the classroom was silent.

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Walking down the hallway of the school, Danny felt his stomach churn at the amount of blood he saw. It was like some horror movie, except this was all too real.

Every body he saw, he prayed it wasn't Lucy. He didn't know what he would do if one of them actually was her.

With his gun raised, he inspected classrooms, trying to find the gunman. Each time he entered a room, he felt like he was going to be sick. There were books scattered around, purses wide open on desks, most likely open to hide a cell phone while texting. It had just been another day at school, and then all of this had happened. He just didn't understand how people could do things like this.

Just as he was about to enter another room, Danny heard the gunshot. He glanced at Flack, then motioned to a room at the end of the hall where the noise had come from. They ran down the hall, and Flack was the first to enter the room. He stopped, then he turned sideways so Danny could see inside.

As soon as Danny looked at the scene in front of him, he knew this time, he really was going to be sick.