And so the story continues. Not much to say about this one just read and enjoy.

Chapter Five: Innocence lost.

Simon awoke with a start. Jeanette had come back into his room screaming, "Simon, it's Brittany she...", Jeanette collapsed to the ground and burred her head in her hands and began to cry. "What?", Simon sat straight up and quickly put on his glasses, "What happened to Brittany?" Jeanette just sat there sobbing. Simon quickly got out of bed, "Stay here!", he said to her while he ran past her into the hallway, not even taking the time to put on shoes.

Simon ran as fast as he could down the hall, He took the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. Simon burst out of the stair well and continued to run. He reached the door to Brittany's room witch was slightly ajar. Simon slowly opened the door and gasped at what he saw before him. In the center of the room hanging from the chandelier was Brittany. Simon noticed that the coffee table was by her feet.

Simon slowly walked in and looked around the room, a note on her bed side table caught his eye.

Simon looked at the note and read it being careful not to touch it. It read,"I'm sorry everyone... I can't go on without him... goodbye."

Something about the note didn't site right with Simon but he didn't have time to think about it now he had to call the cops.

**30 minutes later**

The remaining four chipmunks had gathered in Simon's room after being questioned, right now it was Dave's turn.

Jeanette had her face burred in Simon's chest, he was gently rubbing her back trying to calm her down. Eleanor had not said a word or showed any emotion at all. She simply sat next to Theodore, staring blankly as if she was looking into another plain of existence.

Simon and Theodore exchanged looks of concern.

Finally Eleanor broke her silence, "I just can't believe that Brittany would kill herself, its just not like her to give up."

"I agree", Simon added. "Something about that note just didn't seem like she wrote it."

"Do you think someone killed her?", Theodore asked the only question that came to mind.

"I don't know...", Simon was looked deep in thought.

"And if so are they going to come after all of us?", Theodore's face had a mark of panic on it.

"Let's not jump to conclusions", Simon spoke in a calm voice trying to keep the growing feeling of panic from taking hold of the room.

"Conclusions?", Eleanor shouted, "My sister and your brother are dead!", Eleanor broke down and began to cry. Theodore put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

"We need to wait and see if the police can figure out if it was suicide or not...", the words tasted sour on his tongue.

There was a knock on the door,"It's Dave let me in."

Theodore released Eleanor and got up to let Dave in.

Theodore opened the door and Dave walked in closing the door behind him.

"So what did they have to say?", Simon asked as Theodore and Dave walked across the room.

"Well right now they think that is was suicide...", Theodore sat on the bed next to Eleanor and held her close while Dave talked. "I tried telling them that she would never do that", Dave's face looked older due to the stress.

"We all did", Simon was having a hard time not screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I have to go and call Miss Miller...", Dave's voice was heavy with grief.

**3 hours later**

Dave closed his cellphone, "Well that was the police. They just finished the first examination of Brittany's body. They wanted to call me to tell us some news...", Dave took a deep but shaky breath, "They suspect foul play in Brittany's death. There were traces of chloroform on and around her mouth." They want us to be careful, they think that there may be someone after us...", Dave slumped into the chair in the corner of Simon's room.

"Who would want to hurt us?", Theodore asked the question not truly expecting an answer.

"I don't know but you guys stay together in at least a group of two or more", Dave said as he stood up with a fierce look in his eyes as if a fire had been lit inside of him.

"What about you Dave?", Theodore asked.

"I'm going down to the police station to make sure that they are doing everything they can to catch the monster who killed my kids!", Dave stormed out of the room.

**Later that night**

The group had spent most of the day in Simon's room leaving only to get food.

"I wonder when Dave's coming back", Theodore asked aloud.

"I don't think he will until he has some answers", Eleanor had begun to cope, at least to the point that she could hold a conversation. Simon nodded in agreement.

"Teddy, I'm getting tired. Do you mind if we go to bed? ", Eleanor's eyes were heavy with pain and stress. Theodore nodded and got up from the bed holding out his hand to her. She smiled weakly at him and took his hand, "Night guys." The pair made their way out of the room heading to Theodore's room that was just down the hall.

Jeanette had fallen asleep with her head on Simon's chest. He looked down at her and frowned, Why is this happening? What did we do? And more importantly to who? Simon carefully moved on the bed to that his back was up against the back board, gently moving Jeanette with him. Simon sat like this for a short while trying to wrap his mind around the situation.

Jeanette began to stir and looked up at Simon,"Thank you...", her voice was barely audible. Simon let his train of thought go and looked down into her green eyes, "What for?" "For being here with me, I feel safe with you", Jeannette snuggled up closer to Simon. "I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise", Simon held her close. "Now lets get some sleep", Simon took off Jeanette's glasses along with his own and placed them on the bedside table.

Simon turned off the lamp and closed his eyes letting sleep take him.

**Simon's Dream**

Simon awoke to find himself in his bed back home in L.A, "Whats going on?", he spoke aloud.

"Boys! Breakfast!", Dave called up with a cheery tone.

"Five more minutes!", Simon's eyes went wide with shock at the voice that had just called out, Alvin? But how?

Simon jumped out of his bed and ran down the hall stopping out side the door with the big yellow A on it. Simon knocked quietly. "Not yet!", Alvin's voice came from the other side and Simon's breath caught. "Its Simon, can I come in?", Simon was sure that he would open the door and find the room empty.

"Ya...", the older chipmunks groggy voice answered.

Simon slowly opened the door and gasped lightly when he saw his brother in the flesh siting on the edge of his bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Simon couldn't contain himself, he ran over and hugged his brother tighter then he ever thought possible.

"What the?", Alvin's voice was mix of annoyed and surprised, "Whats this all about?"

"I missed you...", Simon broke his grasp on Alvin and sat next to him on his bed.

"Missed me where have I been?", Alvin tilted his head in confusion.

"I had a nightmare that you got killed... You and Brittany", Simon thought his words sounded silly but he didn't care he was to revealed that Alvin was here next to him.

"Wow that's a messed up dream... A world with out me? Nope can't happen.", Alvin smiled at Simon. "You guys would be lost without me", Alvin playfully ruffled the fur on top of Simon's head. This normally would have annoyed Simon but right now he was too happy to care, "Your right we would be..."

"Well now that we have that matter all cleared up and I'm not dead can you let me get dressed?" Simon nodded and headed for the door breathing a sigh of relief.

"Simon...", Alvin called to him as he reached the door. Simon turned, "Yes?" "Simon...", Alvin's voice sounded off. "What Alvin?" "Simon... Wake up", Alvin's voice was no longer his own but a mix of his and Jeanette's. "Whats going on?", Simon was getting very confused. "Simon please wake up...", All trace of Alvin's voice was gone and only Jeanette's remained. "No!", Simon shouted.

**End of Simon's dream**

Tears filled Simon's eyes as he came back to reality. "Whats wrong?", Jeanette's voice was full of concern. Simon rubbed his eyes, "Its nothing I must have gotten something in them while I was sleeping", Simon lied, not wanting to worry Jeanette.

"Okay...", Jeanette's voice said that she didn't believe him but that she wasn't going to press the matter. "I'm sorry to wake you but I was hoping we could go get some breakfast", Jeanette felt embarrassed for waking Simon but Dave had told them to stay together.

"Sounds good", Simon smiled at Jeanette, "Should we stop and get Theodore and Eleanor?"

"That would be nice", Jeanette surprised Simon with a small kiss on the cheek before quickly heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

**Twenty minutes later**

Simon pulled his blue T-shirt over his head after just getting out of the shower, "Are you ready?", Simon called from the bathroom.

"Yes", Jeanette responded.

Simon came out into the bedroom and sat on the bed so he could put on his shoes. Simon stood and put his hand out for Jeanette to hold as the left the room. It was a short walk down the hall to Theodore's room.

Simon knocked on the door and waited for a response. After a moment of silence Simon knocked again, this time the sifting of fabric could be heard on the other side of the door followed by the sound of someone walking across the room.

Eleanor opened the door,"Hey guys whats up?", Eleanor was still groggy.

"We were wondering if you and Theodore would like to join us for breakfast", Simon asked.

It took the still half asleep chipette a few seconds to process the question, "Ya, come in."

Eleanor closed the door behind them.

Simon looked around the room his eyes fell on the empty bed, "Where is Theodore?"

Eleanor looked around the room just noticing that he was not in bed, she noticed the light was on in the bathroom, "I think hes in the bathroom. " She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, "Teddy?" No answer. Eleanor knocked again and noticed that the door was not latched completely, "Theodore I'm coming in", Eleanor announced.

Eleanor slowly opened the door, she gasped and Simon and Jeanette ran over to the door.

Simon took in what he saw before him. There was blood on the floor and not just that but two fur covered fingers. The blood smeared a trail out of the window. Simon looked out of the first story window hoping for some sign of his brother but found nothing but trace amounts of blood on the ground outside.

Simon fell to his knees and punched the tile floor as hard as he could, he felt his right index finger break but he didn't care, "Damn it!"

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