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"I… I think there's an emergency, 47th street, door 51" both Jamie's voice and the hand holding the cell were shaking as he drove through the city, heart beating frantically in his throat, ice in his stomach. Every single picture from his nightmare had woken up again. Joe, his mother, Erin – dead. Nicky scared on the sofa and Maura… dying because of a plate thrown at her head. He had killed her. Jamie dropped the cell to hold on to the steering wheel with both hands. She had to be okay. It was a mistake, it had to be… he had killed her.
But he hadn't done anything, what could have happened? How could anything bad happen to a person like Maura?

Then again, he knew enough stories about good people who suffered for no reason. Good people who got killed somehow, without having done anything wrong. Joe, his mother, Erin.
Jamie halted the car abruptly. The ambulance was already there. The sight of the big vehicle should calm him down but it only alarmed him more. The door was old, like the rest of the house – Jamie piled it open and ran up the stairs like he had never run before. The picture of Maura going down in blood and fear got overwhelming. Please not her, he prayed silently, please don't take her! Take me.

When Jamie reached the apartment the paramedics were already packing. There was nothing left to do. Maura Baker lay bathed in her own blood, pale and cold as snow. "Someone call the police?" "I just did, they should be here in five minutes. Hey, hey!" One of the men had noticed Jamie. He stood up, hands held up in a calming gesture. "Sir, do you know that woman? Did you just call us?"

Jamie didn't answer, he didn't even really understand the words the guy before him spit out. Maura. She was so beautiful and so strong and nice and funny and clever and… dead. It took him a minute to realize that the strange sound he was hearing was his own broken laughter. Funny how he could laugh when he had just forgotten how to breathe. Maura. All he wanted to do was to get her off the cold floor and hug her, hold her so close that nobody could get near her… again his nightmare reappeared in his mind. Maura, bathed in blood, her eyes begging for forgiveness.

"Sir? Did you call us? Sir, we need you to stay here till the police arrives!"
Jamie backed away from the noise. "I killed her" he stammered, "I killed her."
The paramedic nodded sympathetically, understanding that the young officer was in shock. "Okay, sir. Would you just sit down and we'll talk about this later. Alright? Guys, get her ready for transporting. No need to leave her on the floor like that."
When a grey blanket was pulled over Maura's tortured, dead body, Jamie finally started to cry. "No! No, don't, she loves the sun, she…"

A phone rang somewhere, and again it took Jamie a moment to realize it was his.
His cell phone. His stalker.
Someone who wanted him so badly he would… follow him… spread wrong information about him…

Melissa.

Jamie didn't bother looking at who was calling him now.
He had been there, he had just been there while Melissa had been… here. At Maura's apartment.
Killing the most wonderful, pretty, clever, warmhearted woman Jamie had ever known.

"Sir?"
But Jamie was already half down the stairs. It had to be Melissa. And she had killed Maura because Jamie had dated her. He was shaking so badly he almost couldn't get the engine on. It was as if he himself had killed her. Just like he had done in his nightmare.
Tears made it difficult to see anything, but he didn't care anymore.

It couldn't be. She couldn't be dead. Not Maura! Not… Baker's sister. How should she live without her now? How could Melissa have done that? How could she have ended this precious life so soon, so ruthless?

It didn't matter. Eventually the tears dried, but Jamie was still shaking. With rage now, not with grief anymore. At least not so much.
She would pay. Melissa Samuels would pay for what she had done, he would make her pay, he would make her realize what she had done to Maura! He would hurt her as she had hurt Maura – the girl who had made the deadly mistake of dating him.

"Oh shit. Damn it." Danny shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. That hit too close to home. Maura Baker, poor girl. He had seen her only once, but she had seemed nice enough. She was Abigail's sister, for crying out loud, that almost made her part of the family. And even if not, she wouldn't have deserved something like that. Nobody deserved to get stabbed in his own home.
Worst thing, however, was that Jamie had been out with her yesterday. And no matter how the evening had been, he knew his little brother would be deeply affected by the girl's death. "God" Danny felt his face getting hot, a sign for his professionalism cracking. He wiped over his face.
"Everything okay?" Jackie watched him closely. It had been a long time since she had seen her partner that upset. Last time was when they had heard of Jamie running into the fire to save a baby. "Did you know her?"
"My dad's secretary's baby sister" Danny murmured. "She's barely twenty-five. And she was a really nice girl."
"Of course! That Baker…" Jackie frowned. "It's one thing to be ready to die on duty, but another thing to let your loved ones get in the line of fire for the sake of the job."
"Exactly." Danny stood up and took his cell out. He didn't want to tell Jamie about the sad news, but it better be him than a stranger. If his little brother would pick up at least! This was the third time he had tried to reach Jamie, but in vain.
"Do you want me to call Detective Baker?"
"No, no I owe her to tell her personally." Danny sighed. "Jamie doesn't pick up."
"Probably sleeping. Wait!" Jackie ran to the window and shouted down to the street where the paramedics were just getting ready to drive back. After a moment of yelling she came back, worried.
"They say there was a young handsome guy running up the stairs, clearly getting in shock as he saw the corpse, murmuring something about he killed her, then his cell rang and he ran away before they could stop him. They say he was probably the guy who called for the ambulance."

Danny closed his eyes. "Jamie."
"Sounds like him, uh?" Jackie looked at Danny sympathetically. "Any idea where he is?"
Out of reflex Danny shook his head but then stopped. In his mind he went through the conversation he had had with his brother only forty minutes ago. There had one name been popping up – a girl claiming to be Jamie's girlfriend. She was known as psychologically unstable, and now Jamie's new girlfriend-to-be was dead.

"Please not." Danny buried his face in his hands, then got up and almost ran down the stairs, like his brother had done before. Gesturing to the three remaining officers to wait for the coroner, Jackie followed her partner and got into the car just in time. "What's wrong? Where are we going? Your father's office is in the other direction!"

"Detective Baker has to wait" Danny declared through clenched teeth. Jackie stared at him. "Her little sister is dead and you want to keep her waiting? What's more important than telling that poor woman she can stop calling Maura now?"
"Maura's dead" Danny whispered and Jackie bit back the words she held on her tongue as she saw the pain on Danny's face. "Now I need to stop Jamie from getting hurt himself!"
"Okay. And where are going?"
"Melissa Samuels."