A/N: Hoped you guys enjoyed the last chapter! Mwahaha! I decided after a lot of thought to make her live for abit longer. I still have not decided though whether or not she'll be alive by the end of the story. Oh, but I have a little poll for you. Do you want the story to end Jake/Ashley or not? This is very important for the story. Please say in your reviews which one you want!



Previously On "Vanished":

"I don't care," I replied, sobbing into his shirt. "I'm finding her, Justin. Even if it kills me."

"Oliver, I need your help."

"I think we've done enough investigation for today," I said, a little spaced out. "I'll go home."
"You think I'm going to let you go home and die?" Oliver laughed, although I could feel the pain inside. "No, you're staying here."

"Well, I've been looking into Miley's disappearance –"
"What?"
"Honey, I'm not finished yet. So anyway, I was talking to Oliver –"
"What?"
"You really have to let me finish. And basically, I slept at his."
"You what?"

I looked at Justin apologetically. "Just for the night, he's convinced I'm going to get killed."
"You will if you keep getting yourself involved!"
"I'm going to find her." I said with full determination
"Don't do this, Lilly. I can only predict disaster."
"You're just being jealous."

As I tried to get to sleep, I was suddenly finding it hard to breathe. The air was getting murky and instantly I knew something was wrong.
And then I heard a bang and everything went dark...

Of course, it then hit me. Someone just tried to shoot me and have it so that I probably was burnt while I was dying. So what sick freak were we dealing with?

I was ready to grip hold of her little neck until she stopped me. "Great! Think about it, they now a) have Hannah's wig with some of Miley's DNA in the scalp area they can use and b) they're going to look extra hard as now, not only are we pestering the police, but now millions of past Hannah Montana fan with a new found hope are going to be too! They think we have another chance of finding Hannah Montana. Finding the legend!"

I stared at my locker for a few more seconds before pulling the folded up piece of paper out. "Another note."
"What does it say?"
"That's the weird thing. It says: The Grave."
Oliver grabbed the note off me and looked at it. "The Grave."
"I know. Is this person talking about my grave, or what?"
"I have no clue. But I have a funny feeling that this note will get us one step closer to the killer, or Miley."
I nodded my head. Oliver was right. It seemed more like a clue to a puzzle than a threat. But why would the killer want me to know where she was? No doubt the whole reason he went through all of this DNA erasing etc was to
hide the body.
Suddenly, I felt a shiver down my spine as I noticed something: the handwriting was different. And what was worse, on the back it had my name and locker number. The person had to
send the note but where from?

"Miley, did anyone else see you on the night?"
"Oliver, why?" I then realised how stupid I was. How completely and utterly stupid I was. I had just made a terrible mistake. I just handed him a suspect on a silver platter.
"Thanks," he said with a smirk. "Night night Hannah."
And when he left, I cried. I cried and hit my hand against the coffin and I yelped. Before I knew it, I had collapsed onto the ground, water flowing around me. I held myself as I wailed. I was so sorry, Oliver. I do not think you would ever understand how truly sorry I was. But at least I had given a clue. Please, Lilly. Find me and save you both.


"I never thought I'd be in a cemetery in the middle of the night!" squealed Ashley, watching every step she made. That girl really did have a problem with death. Of course, who didn't?

"I cannot believe you guys are making me do this," said Mario in distaste. I did not like Mario, but Ashley and Oliver both reminded me that he had the muscle needed. Of course, I thought then it was only fair to bring Amy.

"This is like so awesome! I feel like a detective!" I was wrong. I never realised how annoying Amy could be in a crisis. She was worse than Ashley. It was one thing to be grossed out, but to be so perky that you just wanted to kill yourself – that was something else.

"You sure it's in one of these graves, Lilly?" inquired Oliver as he glowed a torch on every tomb stone that he could find.

"Woah, they really loved Hannah, didn't they?" asked Mario as he shone a light on her tomb. It was the most extravagant one there. I always loved the colours of gold.

"You think she's in there?" joked Amy.

"I doubt it. Nobody else had any idea that she was Hannah Montana. Unless anyone who knew remembers being tortured?" I could tell that Oliver wanted to hit Amy just as much as a the next person. But he just kept his fists clenched and moved on.

"Jake, stop pushing me!"

"Then keep moving!"

I watched Jake and Ashley squabble. Oddly enough, I thought it was sort of cute. Ashley liked Jake for a while and I knew that part for her still did. Jake was another story. Jake never had any particular feelings for Ashley but lately, I could not help but notice that he looked out for her a lot more. But does he care for her like a sister or more? Guess we will never know.

Lilly!"

Oliver grabbed hold of my arms and pulled in as something flew past a few inches away from my body.

"Another bullet?" I asked in complete fear.

"I'm not sure?"

"Ah crap!"

I turned around and saw Jake there as Ashley panicked next to me. Whatever missed me hit him.

"What is it?" asked Oliver.

Jake pulled out something small and pointed. "I think it's a dar –"

Before anyone knew it, he had collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious. Ashley let out a scream and Mario came and picked Jake up.

"Someone call the hospital!" shouted Oliver.

Mario, Ashley, Amy – with Jake – left the scene and I was there panting. It was only then I realised I was still in Oliver's arms.

"You can let go now," I said cautiously.

"I have."

I looked and saw that it was me who was still attached. However, even as I noticed this, I refused to let go. I just felt safe. It seemed that nothing ever happened to me as long as I was near him. In fact, my arms clutched deeper in.

"Thank you," I murmured into his shirt.

"No problem…" Oliver was confused. I knew that and he knew that I knew. But we just stood still. "It's the least I could do. That's what friends are for."

"No. That's what best friends are for."

Oliver smiled as he looked down on me. "You know, a week ago, if we were ever this close it was probably you trying to hit me."

"Because you would have said something."

"Of course, it was all my fault," replied Oliver, his tone teasing.

"Well it usually was!" I playfully defended myself. I then stopped as I looked straight into his crystal blue eyes. They were watching me and I was reminded of waves rocking back and forth, back and forth. Probably out of instinct, I moved in slightly. And further. And further.

However, I then felt my hands being pushed away. "We probably should go check on Jake."

He walked away from me. At first, I felt annoyed and rejected. But then, to my surprise, I smiled. For deep down, my instincts told me that he liked me back. Of course, then my thoughts turned to Justin and how dead I would be. But Justin was not perfect. And in my eyes, Oliver was. That was it. I had decided I was going to end it with Justin.


I let Oliver go ahead to the hospital while I walked towards Justin's house. I knocked with urgency on the door.

"Hello?" It was him. Although he sounded tired, he did not look it. In fact, it almost seemed like he might have never gone to sleep in the first place.

"At – five in the morning?"

"I know it's bad timing, but I just needed to say what I have to now before I loose my nerve."

He came out onto the porch and looked at me. "What's up?"

"I think it isn't working?"

"You mean us?"

"That's the one."

"You're breaking up with me, at five in the morning? Why?"

"Because I've been thinking. I need someone who's supportive."

"I have been!"

"Not about the case."

"It's because I care about you. It's the police's job."

"It's my job as her friend."

"Who are you? Nancy Drew? Get out of this dream world, you have to move on!" He certainly was not helping his case.

Rather than breaking down, I replied with hidden rage, "She was my best friend. Until I find out who killed her I can never move on."

"Why not ask the person who went to see her that night?"

His face was red with anger, but I ignored that. I just asked, "Who?"

"Dear old Ollie Oken." His voice was strained, but much calmer than before

."Oliver…" My eyes were stinging. Surely Justin was lying; he had to be.

"That's right; at the party he went out and told me that he was going to see if she was okay."

I think I just experienced betrayal. Cold, hard betrayal. I was so close to Oliver before but I felt like something had thrown us apart just then. How can you change your opinion of someone so many times in one night? Oliver could not have killed her, but then part of me rethought everything.

"I'm sorry, Justin. It's over." I walked away. I still agreed with myself that Justin was not for me, but I clearly had to go some rethinking about Oliver.


"About time," murmured Jake as I walked into his hospital room. Trust Jake to demand a private room.

"Well? Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, doctor just thinks I was knocked out. No harm."

"Which is odd," said Oliver.

I turned at him. "Go on, detective, why do you think it's odd?"

"What's wrong with you? I was just saying –"

"Saying what?"

"Why didn't the killer try to murder! Why only harm!"

"Well what if the accomplice accidentally hit the murderer!" I could not believe I had just done it, but I had. There was no real proof, no real evidence. But my gut was telling me I had spoken to the murderer that night, and I was pretty sure now I knew who it was.

"You mean to say, you think one of us is the murderer?"

"You know very well who it is!"

Ashley stayed by Jake, but Mario and Amy moved away from the scene. I was there, filled with anger and frustration, but Oliver just stood there, cold.

"What?"

"You spoke with her. You left the party and came back to speak with her. And you did not tell me! No wonder you took her diary and wanted to read it so badly, you did not want to be a suspect!"

"Did you read the diary?"

"No."

"Then you don't know crap! Yes, I talked with her, but I didn't kill her!"

"Just don't lie to me!"

"I'm not! I wasn't anyway near her when she disappeared."

"I don't know you anymore, Oliver. Why were you fighting? Why are you being like this? Why don't I understand anything about you or anything else?"

"Being like what? Innocent? Sorry, Lilly, that's just who I am!"

"Bullshit!" I was crying now. "Tell me then, why were you fighting!"

"That's none of your business!"

"I think it is! You both were my friends."

"Well some friend she was."

"Who?"

"Miley!"

I was shocked. I stood there and was completely shocked. "Don't you dare speak against her!"

"Why? I may have forgiven her but what she did was unfair."

"Unfair to you?"

"No, you!"

"What's the supposed to mean?"

Oliver was shaking. He then turned away and started to walk away. I clutched onto his arm. "Come on, Oliver. Why was it so unfair on me?"

"I told her she should have confessed. But no, she thought it was best for you to keep her trap shut. And look, look at how confused you are. You don't understand a single thing, Lilly! You've been so blind it's untrue! But I put it aside, because at the end she was my friend."

"Then where is she?"

"For the last time I didn't kill her!"

I cried and fell to the ground. Ashley came up and hugged me. She then looked up at Oliver. "We should tell her."

Ashley knew? Ashley knew and kept it from me. I was the person that was deserved to know the most and she knew.

"She won't believe me anyway, Ash. Just read the diary Lilly."


He then walked away. I did not stop him this time. Instead, I went home and cried till there was nothing left.

"Come on, Lilly. Just do it," I muttered to myself. I walked slowly to where I kept the diary and then gasped. It was gone.


Next Time on "Vanished":

"It's gone."
Jake shook his head. "Couldn't have?"
"Clearly Oliver took it!"
"How could he? He didn't leave that long before you and he even came back around ten minutes later."

"Then who could have taken it?"
"A killer?"
Even though I laughed at first, I slowly believed him.

I froze when I saw the police report. "They have found a killer. Oliver Oken was found last night as they found a gun along with his possessions. As well as this, there was a watch found among his possessions."
"Jake, they've arrested him?"
"Yeah, so now they won't find the killer."
"But who could that be?"

I had to find the murderer now. I had been stupid enough to let my guard down in a nights madness and out of my own stupidity, practically gave up the most important piece of evidence. It was up to me.

"The Grave… THE GRAVE! Bless you, Amy!"
I then ran out of the hospital. I had finally gotten something right.



A/N: Back on my reviewing streak! I love writing this fiction! I think most of you readers have probably guessed who the murderer is by now. So that also signfies something. Perhaps the end of the fiction? Not too sure yet. I'm going to leave this abit of you guys to review and answer what I brought up about Jake/Ashley. Also, please, feel free to guess what actually happened between Oliver and Miley! Oh, and another random poll. Dragon Fruit or Nectarine? It's code for something important. If you figure it out, good for you!