A/N: Hello all of you who still care what's going on in this story. If you don't then…never mind, it's okay. I was reading through a number of fanfics yesterday and realized more than half of them left me at cliffhangers that are most likely to not get resolved due to the fact that these stories were last updated 2 yrs ago…but anyway…I didn't want that to happen with my story so here's the update!

Disclaimer: Does it seem like I own Gilmore Girls? NO!!!!

This chapter is dedicated to mrmp – thank you for the unstated inspiration you've given me!

Chapter 10 – Me; a murderer?

Rory thundered through the Yale campus. She knew what had happened and who had done it, but how was she to tell Logan?

On reaching her dorm room, she threw her bag over the couch and plopped down next to it; waiting patiently for the arrival of Paris.

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"Logan, mate. That's the fourth one you've had in five minutes? Are you sure you want to become me? Because there is a lot you need to know before you can even consider becoming me. First," began Finn counting down the numbers on his fingers, "your name has to be Australian. Second, you have to have an exotic accent like mine and third, but not least, your name has to be FINN!"

"Finn," sighed Logan turning to glare annoyed at his friend.

"Yes mate?" responded a puzzled Finn.

"Shut up!" pleaded Logan.

"No. Not until you answer me. Why in bloody hell are you drinking like a mad cow?"

"I don't know whether you noticed Finn, but our best friend is fighting for his life in a hospital room," replied Logan talking to Finn like he would a five year old.

"No, I'm not blind. I have noticed that fact, but mate, I've known you for twenty years now, and that is not the reason you're drinking all my alcohol…by the way, you're re-filling that cabinet by tonight."

Ignoring the second part of his lecture, Logan stated, "You're right Finn. I…I know who the shot Colin…"

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"Doyle! If I hear you scream like a girl one more time, I swear I'll break up with you. Are you going to all those karate classes I told you to go to?" screamed Paris into her phone as she walked through the door to her dorm. "I'll take that as a no. I'm dragging you there tomorrow if I have to…I might even take the classes with you……no, you brought this upon yourself…..Well then go!" yelled Paris before snapping her phone shut in frustration. "Rory!"

"I'm here," replied Rory's small voice.

"What happened?" asked Paris in exasperation.

"H-He's back," whispered Rory in reply.

"Who…oh. Well, how did he find you?" asked Paris in a softer tone looking at the exposed area of skin just below Rory's shoulder where he had hit her nearly six months ago.

"Through Logan."

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"What! Mate who was it? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" yelled Finn.

"I only just realized where I saw his face before. I mean, he wore a wig and all to camouflage his identity, but there's no mistaking that face," sighed Logan.

"Well who was he and what did he want with Colin?"

"The better question is…what he meant by 'She won't go for a blonde again'?" asked Logan more to himself.

"Well, why don't we go ask Rory or Paris? Maybe they know something…I mean they are on the paper and Paris has this weird tendency to know everything about everyone," stated Finn thoughtfully.

"Oh my gosh, Rory!" and with that Logan tore down the hallway and out the front door in a sprint, leaving Finn to follow in utter confusion and frustration. Why is it so hard for people to answer simple questions these days?

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They burst through the slightly ajar door, to find Paris unconscious in the corner of the room, shattered pieces of glass scattered around her, obviously from the vase that collided with her head.

Scanning the room, Logan found no trace of Rory anywhere, causing his anger to bubble way over the top. The volcano has now finally erupted!

"What the hell happened here? Where's Rory?" asked Finn to no-one in particular. He watched Logan survey the room and stop to check Paris's pulse, steady and strong. I guess it takes a lot more than a madman to get rid of Geller. He was about to call 911 but stopped short when he noticed the cracked frame lying underneath the table. It was a picture of himself and Rory on the third day of the cruise. He held her protectively around her waist from the back as she had her arms draped lovingly over his as they shared a passionate kiss. This was a moment he remembered all too well. It was this moment that haunted his dreams for the past five years.

He was pulled out of his reverie when he heard Paris begin to stir. He turned to see Finn crouching down by her side and help her up. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and focused on Logan.

"I don't know why you did it Huntzberger, but it's your fault she's gone," scolded Paris.

"Paris, how was I to know that he dated her back then? I don't even know what happened?" yelled Logan, tears threatening to fall as he clutched the frame tighter.

"What is going on here?" screamed Finn very frustrated. "Who shot Colin and kidnapped Rory?"

"She wasn't kidnapped you goon! She went willingly to save his life!" snapped Paris pointing accusingly at Logan, earning confused stares from both Logan and Finn.

"Take a seat. This could take a while," ordered Paris.

"Before that, tell me who shot Colin!" demanded Finn, looking between the two.

Paris and Logan looked at each other before replying, "Robert."

Dum dum dum dum….

Okay so tell me what you think. I think I did get a bit repetitive there, but I needed to tell you who was the murder and the fact that he's back. Next chapter will explain Rory and Robert's relationship and Logan's confession….

Good Luck to all!

Lassie