A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this chapter in a few weeks, I've been really busy lately. So, this chapter is shorter than usual, I'm slowly getting back into writing this fanfic, I will hopefully have a Chapter 16 ready soon and will hopefully be up by tomorrow (Saturday). I would like to thank every who had followed/favourited myself and this story and my others, and also thank you to those who have left lovely comments on my stories! It's been hard writing this fanfic as I have so many ideas that I'm working on and I can't wait to share them with you! Thanks again for reading this fanfic!


Chapter 15

"I'm home!" Fred called, he put his keys into the bowl on the side and hung up his coat.

"I'm in here." Daphne called; he followed the sound of her voice to the baby's nursery.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked, a smile spread across his face when he saw her. "I finally got around to sorting through his clothes." Daphne said, folding some baby clothes up into the chest of drawers.

"Did Shaggy come here?" Fred asked. "Oh, yeah, Sara went out for coffee with him." Daphne said. "He was so miserable this morning." Fred commented.

"She was moping on the couch this afternoon, until Shaggy came in." Daphne said, "How was work?"

Fred smiled, "Same as usual, quiet and I missed you." He said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck until she giggled, "I missed you too." Daphne smiled. "Oh, and I met Jack's girlfriend." Fred said.

"What's she like?" Daphne asked. "Exactly like Jack, but a woman and British." Fred said, Daphne laughed, Fred ran a hand along her bump, "How did it go with your Mom?" He asked.

Daphne tensed, "What's the matter?" He asked, brushing her cheek his thumb.

"She didn't do it." Daphne said, "She didn't kill him."

"Did she say that?" Fred asked, Daphne shook her head, "She didn't have to, I could tell." She sighed, "There was a man there, when you dropped me off, he was just leaving."

"Who was it?" Fred asked. "Doctor Wicker's son." Daphne replied. "His son?" Fred asked, Daphne nodded. "I don't know how she knows him, maybe they're friends but I didn't see him at the funeral."

"Hmm…" Fred sighed, "We could ask Red about his son."

"Hmm…" Daphne replied. "Maybe Sara can find something." Fred suggested, Daphne shook her head, "No, it took too long last time." She said, "I think I should speak to Mom."

"Are you sure?" Fred asked, Daphne nodded, "She still loved him, I don't think she could have killed him." She said, "I'll speak to her tomorrow and hopefully I'll find out who killed him."

"Alright, do you want me to go with you?" Fred asked, "I'll be fine." Daphne replied, Fred pressed a kiss to her cheek, "Ok." He smiled.


Velma flipped through the photos on her phone; she and Red got back from San Francisco last week but she was missing the beautiful city already.

Her relationship with Red was going well; they might have moved in with each other a lot sooner than Velma had expected, but it didn't bother her, maybe Red's the one she'd supposed to be with?

Just as she was thinking about Red, he came into the living room and plopped onto the couch next to her, Velma giggled when he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest.

"So, where are we going on our next vacation?" He asked, Velma giggled again, "I don't know, I guess we could pick a destination from a hat?"

Red chuckled, "Is the Velma Dinkley being spontaneous?" Velma laughed, "I suppose you bring out my wild side Red Herring."

Red's felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, he pulled it out and saw a text message, he sighed, "Who is it?" Velma asked.

"It's Daphne." Red said, Velma looked up at Red, "Daphne?" She asked, Red nodded.

"A few months ago, we took her father's autopsy report from Doctor Wicker's office, but we found another one." Red said, heavily.

"A few months ago? You never told me?" Velma said. "I was going to." Red began, "But the whole thing was just so weird, I decided not to."

Velma was hurt, she trusted him, and she thought he trusted her, "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"Like I said, it was weird. It's not that I don't trust you, Velm. There were two different autopsy reports of the same man but signed off by two different doctors, it just didn't make sense."

"What do you mean?" Velma asked. "The one signed off by Doctor Chester was in the cabinet with the rest of the reports, but he was in Mexico at the time of Mr Blake's death. However, the report signed off by Doctor Wicker, was locked in the desk and it conflicted Doctor Chester's report." Red said.

"What does Daphne want?" Velma asked. "She wants to know about Doctor Wicker's son." Red said, reading her text.

"His son?" Velma asked, "What does he have to do with it?"

"Apparently he was at her Mother's house today." Red said, confusion clearly on his face.

"You're right, this is so weird." Velma muttered; Red hummed in agreement.


"So, what do you want to talk about?" Sara asked, she took a sip of her latte. Shaggy sat across from her with a black coffee.

He twiddled his thumbs and lost eye contact with Sara, he cleared his throat, "Like, I think you know what I wanna talk about."

Sara put down her latte, "I know Shaggy. But where do we start?"

"I guess we start with, we probably shouldn't have done it drunk." He said, Sara raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, we shouldn't have." She said.

"So, what are we gonna do?" He asked, "I miss living with you. Scooby does too."

"I miss it too." She said. "What can we do?"

Shaggy shrugged, "Move back in with me?" He asked, Sara looked down at her hands, wrapped around her warm latte glass. "I'm gonna need time Shaggy." She said, "We split up, I don't know if I can just jump back into how we were."

"So, we take it slow." He said, "What are you doing tonight?"

Sara's cheeks lightly blushed, "I don't know, nothing I don't think."

"Alright, I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock, and we'll like, go to that Italian restaurant again." Shaggy said with a small smile, Sara smiled back, "Alright." She replied, "I'd like that."