Complications

Zoe's POV

I walked slowly into the elevator feeling depressed as hell. Once it reached to the house, I walked in and saw a worried Harry coming toward me as I got out of the elevator.

"I thought you were going to call me?" Harry said and I had totally forgotten.

"I'm sorry . . . I kind of forgot." I replied and he looked at me more worried.

"Is everything alright? You don't look to good." He said leading me to the couch where we both sat down.

"I'm fine, just ben doing a lot of thinking . . ."

"About what?"

I looked into his eyes and saw how worried he was about me. I quickly put on a fake smile and took his hand in mine and spoke.

"I've been stressing over the design of the wedding dress I'm supposed to make for my client and it got me thinking about . . . our wedding plans." I lied and he gave a warm smile as he put his arm around me.

"Don't worry too much on that. There's no rush for us to get married right away, I mean after all it's not like you're going to leave me right?" He asked.

My heart ached so much right now. I wanted to be with Harry I truly do. We finally can have the happy ending we deserved. The happy ending I wanted with Dan-. I stopped and couldn't believe what I was even thinking. Why does my heart feel this way about him? No . . . I want this. I want to be with Harry. After everything he's given me. I won't betray him. I smiled to him and spoke once more.

"Never," I simply replied as he grinned.

Danny's POV

"Sam . . . where are you? Why are you hiding from me when I miss you so much? Playing hard to get I guess . . . It doesn't matter how long it takes though . . . just as long as your by my side in the end." I spoke to myself.

I looked at out tree and started to remember the past with us together and happy. All the adventures and detentions we had. I could remember it all like it was yesterday. Her smile that lifted my spirit up, her wicked laugh that made me laugh along with her, her sarcastic tone of voice that made me love her so, and her eyes that sparkled even in the darkest times. Everything about her gave me strength and the courage to keep moving forward and not giving up. Even now I don't want to give up . . . but it's hard without her here to give me the strength I need to not give up. I looked at the ring in my hand and stared at it and it made my heart ache. I clenched it in my hand and I took a deep breathe.

. . . . .

"Danny you're not going to believe what forensics found out about all the victims . . . Including Harry's mother." Alex said and I stood up from my desk and we both headed to the director.

"Sir I believe we've got our answer now on who's causing the deaths." Alex spoke and the director started to listen along with the guys in white next to him.

"At first we thought it was a person, but there's someone else involved . . . a ghost." He replied and my eyes widen in surprise as well as the director.

"What do you mean a ghost was involved!?" The director questioned.

"Forensics came back with the results of all the bodies and at first we thought they died because of the slashes on their throat, but we were wrong. After Danny noticed the bruises around the neck, they double check and we able to discover that there true deaths came from the victims strangling themselves."

"That's not even possible to do that and have their own throat cuts!" I exclaimed, but he nodded his head.

"Exactly! Which is why when forensics did a scan for any ecto plasma on the body and they were able to find traces of it. I think they wanted us to believe a human did it, when actually a ghost did it. That's why they slashed the throat."

"Why would a ghost do it? It doesn't make any sense!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not sure, probably to cover up his murder. Anyway I did some more research on the victims and learned all were associated with one company. Crown Bank & Loan . . . They were all employees working for Mr. Adam Crown. It seems though they were let go from the company. Sounds kind of suspicious,"

"Send some cops down at Crown Bank & Loan and bring Mr. Crown into questioning. Let's hear his side of all this." The director ordered.

Zoe's POV

I left the house once again to get more material for the wedding and get some things for Harry and I's engagement party tomorrow. Harry decided to call up a few people we know that we work with sometimes and some investors to come down. As much as I wanted to go back to France the police still haven't solved the crime yet, and still need us in case they have some more questions. I tell you this whole thing just sucks being stuck here. Soon I began to walk by some place familiar to me. I turned my head and I felt myself stop walking and froze in place. I hardly recognized the place after so long. There in front of me was the place I had once called home.

The place I had grown up in. The place I always snuck out of to go see my friends. I looked up at it in amazement and couldn't believe it still looked the same. It was like nothing had changed since I left. Suddenly I saw the front door open and I quickly looked the other way not wanting to make eye contact with the person.

"Come on mother! I have a flight within 3 hours and I don't want to be late!" A voice shouted.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! These legs aren't what they used to be anymore!" Another voice shouted.

I felt my heart begin to ache more than ever inside. I pretended to be waiting for the bus, but when I glanced over to see the two people I almost gasp in shock. There stood a slightly older version of my mother and my older looking grandma. I noticed they had flowers in their hands and started to head in the other direction from where I was going. Flowers? Without even realizing it I found myself following them. I never once took my eyes off them as I slowly followed behind them. I couldn't believe after so many years I see them again. It was so painful and yet reassuring to see them doing ok. I followed them, until they reached their destination.

My eyes widen as I realized where we were. We were at a cemetery . . . I watched as my mother and grandma walk up to a grave and placed a bouquet of flowers down next to the grave. I saw them give a small pray. I stood behind a tree watching them and listened to their conversation.

"I can't believe how long it's been since she's past . . . 6 years. All because she came down to see him . . .! If it hadn't been for that Fenton boy-!" She exclaimed, but grandma interrupted her.

"Then no one would be looking for her right now and you know that!" Grandma exclaimed and my mother sighed.

"Mother when will you come to realize that she is dead. You'll end up just as crazy as him if you're not to carful. You can't keep chasing after someone who is already dead."

"Then why would he go through all the trouble to keep looking for her sweetie. He loved her so much and you know just as well as I did that those two were meant for each other. He must have his reasons to keep looking for her, so let's just let him do what he needs to do."

"I knew he'd be trouble the moment I first met him . . .but in a way he does remind me of my husband. God bless his soul,"

I gave a small sad smile to them as they stood at my grave and doing all of this for me. It pained me so much to be this close to them and not being able to tell them, I'm right here. Just when I was about to leave, I heard them begin to speak again.

"I'm sure he's looking over her as we speak my child. After all he's either with her in heaven, or protecting her from above like a guardian angel." Grandma spoke and my eyes widen in confusion.

"I can't believe how it's been three years without him and I'm still feeling like this. I loved that man so much and seeing him try to find Sam just broke my heart. That's what I'm afraid for Daniel . . . He'll keep chasing after a dead person and soon find himself ending up dead . . . just like her father . . ." My mother spoke laying down the last of the flowers on the grave.

Soon I started to see tears fall from her eyes as she began to cry as my grandmother comfort her. I felt myself step backwards for a moment and almost falling. My knees were weak and I was beginning to tremble. I leaned on the tree for support as I started to take everything in. Without even realizing it, I felt tears falling from my eyes. I placed my hand on my cheek and felt my hand become wet. I covered my mouth to hold back the cries, but soon I broke down and began to cry. I sat there after they had long gone and cried.

I then slowly walked over to the graves and saw my name and my father's right next to each other. I cried my heart out and I felt so much anger at myself and frustration. I couldn't believe this was all happening to me! Everything I wanted to avoid now came back into my face! I wanted to avoid the past, but now it just seems to be catching right back up to me!

"Dad . . . oh god DAD!" I cried feeling as though my heart was breaking inside.

"I'm so sorry . . . I never wanted any of this to happen to you! Oh god . . .!" I cried.

Soon I felt myself hugging my knees on rocking back and forth as I cried. I had did this to him, all because I had run away. It was all my fault and there was nothing I could do about it now. He was dead and I was alive . . . that was a fact.

Danny's POV

"What is the meaning of this officer, I have a lot to get back to and I don't have time to waste! Now I demand why you have brought me here!?" Mr. Crown demanded.

"He's a real piece of work Danny. Basically had to force him to leave his office." One officer whispered to me and I smiled and nodded in reply.

They exited the integration room leaving Mr. Crown and I alone. I got out the files and began to show images of the victims that were murder. Only Mr. Crown didn't look shocked, just . . . uncaring. He looked to me and shook his head and shrugged.

"Alright I'll bite . . . what is this?" He questioned.

"These were employees you had fried and now they're dead." I replied and he looked at me with confusion.

"I'm sorry to hear that there dead, but with all due respect I fire a lot of people and quite frankly I don't care to remember the people I fire. So I have no idea who any of these people are." He replied.

"So you're telling me you have no connection with these people once so ever."

"Isn't that what I basically told you detective?" He grinned and I grinned back.

"You must have enemies right Mr. Crown. People that want to destroy or claim your business. Can you name anyone who might what to frame you for this incident?"

"I have a lot of enemies detective, but none that are powerful enough to go against me."

"Maybe your employees would have possible. Trust goes a long way Mr. Crown. I believe you have a lot of secrets to you and your business that you wouldn't want to be let out. Tell me how did your business grow from being nothing, to being the most powerful bank in the U.S."

"I believe we are done here for today detective. I have nothing left to say on this matter. I did not murder those people. I'd be careful detective. Accusing a powerful man like myself could get you in trouble."

"Is that a threat." I spoke with my eyes going green and he laughed as he walked out the door.

I grabbed the files and just threw them against the wall. This case was just getting more and more complicated. Now we've got to look more into Mr. Crowns. I don't like how he's always grinning like he knows something. I went back to Alex and told him to look more into Mr. Crown. He knew something . . . I think there's more the case then we actually know.

Zoe's POV

I came home looking like a wreck, but I was glad Harry wasn't home to me like this. I took a nice long shower and laid in my bed curled up into a ball. I should have just never followed them. I should have just walked away, like I was supposed to. I should never came back there was a reason I stayed away from Amity Park. I didn't want to go back to all of this and make my heart feel this way. All I wanted was a happy life for myself, but now all the pain and sorrow were staring to sneak back into me again. Why can't I have a happy ending?

Harry's POV

"Did the money transfer like I wanted it to . . . Ok good, was there any problems . . .? Good and will he be coming tomorrow for my engagement party . . .?" I asked and I smiled when he replied.

"Then I guess I'll be able to chat to my old friend after all." I grinned.