"What?" Everyone asked, not exactly at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, not quite sure what to think.

Ivy just rolled her head motioned him to go into the library.

Sam went in first, followed slowly by Eve, TC, Grace, Luis, hanging on to Sheridan, Deedee, Rebecca, and Ivy.

Eve made Sam step aside as Eve took Julian's pulse.

Eve solomnly stood and shook her head, "He's dead."

They all put their hands over their mouths.

"Well," Luis asked, "What happened? Was it a heart-attack or what?"

Eve looked over Julian's body, trying not to let old memories resurface again.

At first she couldn't tell what had been his cause of death, then she saw it.

On the table she saw a white powdery spot. She went over and touched it with her fingers, she broight it to her nose and smelled it.

Then she turned to everyone who was looking at her with questioning faces and said, "Iocane powder. One of the deadliest powders known to man. This is what must have killed him."

Everyone was very much puzzled.

Eve picked up Julian's brandy glass and held it to the light.

She said, "It was in his brandy. That had to of been the cause."

"Did he kill himself?" Rebecca asked, almost in tears. Almost.

Ivy was smirking, almost smiling. Grace's eyes were weak and seemed filled with questions. Sam and Luis's cop insticts kicked into full gear, while they tried to hide their happiness or otherwise, over the fact that Julian Crane was gone-forever.

'Unless, of course," Luis thought, 'Julian is pulling a Sheridan.' Luis hide his smile over the phrase he just made up, refering to Sheridan's death, and then when she returned to life.

Sheridan wasn't sure to be glad that Julian was dead, or sad that he was dead.

Personally, after what he tried to do to herself adn Luis, she didn't care. But she decided she should at least fake it-alittle.

TC was happy as a cat in a bird house, but decided to hide it until later, after all, the last thing he needed was to be blamed for murder.

"That's not for me to decided." Eve then turned to Sam and Luis, "I'll call the hospital and arrange for Julian to be picked up." Eve said.

She then left the room. Sam stepped forward, letting Luis stay with the group surrounding Julian's body to stay with Sheridan.

Sam looked at the table where two glasses of poured brandy, mostly full, but both had had at least three sips out of each.

"Someone must have been drinking with him." Sam concluded, "They must have killed him."

"Ivy," Grace said to her, "You look cold. I am going to go and get my sweater. Do you want me to get you your sweater too?"

"No Grace that's quite alright." Ivy said, much surpirsed that Grace would care any about her, a woman who has tried and tried again to steal away her husband and is basically one of the prime people reasopisble for Grace's baby's death.

But then, she thought again, she is a goody goody and would care for someone whose husband was just murdered.

"I won't take no for an answer." Grace demanded. "I'll quickly fetch it for you when I get mine.

Grace left the room.

Sam held each the glasses to the light, one at a time.

For mintutes he studied each of the glasses.

Then Grace came back in and handed Ivy her sweater.

"Thank you Grace," Ivy said, "I guess I can see why Sam is in love with you."

"Thank you Ivy," Grace said, then she said, honestly, "I am sure that you'll get everything you deserve one day too."

For a moment Ivy thought that maybe Grace was right and she would find happiness one day. Then Ivy rememberd that Grace had said that she'd get what she'd deserved. Ivy believed that she deserved happiness.

Eve returned.

"TC," She whispered, "Did you..." Her voice trailed off.

TC grabbed Eve's shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I promise you Eve, I did not kill Julian Crane. I wanted to since..." he trailed, "but I never gave in to that want."

"Okay," Eve nodded, "I believe you."

They turned back to Sam.

"Their is dark lavender-gray lipstick on this glass." Sam said, "A woman killed Julian."

Everybody looked at each other, puzzled.

"There is only one thing we can do." Luis said.

"What's that Luis?" Sam asked, curious.

"We should have all of the women drink of a glass and match up the lipstick colors. I don't know what else to do." Luis said, "It might work, then again, it might not."

"I don't have any better ideas." Sam answered.

Sam got another glass from the cupboard.

So one by one each of the women drank out of a glass.

Sheridan went first, no match. Sam wiped off the lipstick of Sheridan and then Deedee. No match.

Everyone went until only Grace and Ivy were left.

Grace took a sip and when Sam looked at the glass he said, "Grace, why aren't you wearing any lipstick? I could of swore you were when you first came."

"Yes I was." Grace answered. The crowd gasped as they thought that Grace wipped her lipstick off after killing Julian, "But when I was in the powder room I realized that I had worn the wrong shade and it didn't match my outfit, so I wipped it off."

Every nodded and acknowleged.

They all knew that Grace couldn't hurt a fly.

Only Ivy was left.

She drank from the glass.

Sam held both glasses up to the light. When he brought them down he said solemnly, "They match."

Everyone gasped as Ivy looked over them all, back and forth, backing up into the room as the crowd closed in on her. "I didn't do it! She screamed! It's impossible! I swear I didn't do it!"

"I'm sorry Ivy but I am going to have to read you your rights." Sam said, taking her hands and putting them behide her back.

"No Sam!" Ivy said, "I didn't do it! I swear!"

"Ivy!" Sam said, "You might as well admit it! You have a motive, you were the one to find him dead, and your lipstick matchs. Confess and you'll have a better chance at parole."

"No Sam!" Ivy said, as the cops and medics arrived.

Sam handed Ivy to one of the cops as she kicked and screamed ramble about how she didn't do it.

Grace buried her face in Sam's shirt and said, "It's all so sad. It's all so sad!"

"She got what she deserved." Sam said.

Grace looked up at Sam and said, "I guess, she did."

Sam looked down at Grace and said, "I've always loved you, and only you."

Grace smiled and said, "I know."

Luis was talking with Sheridan in another corner of the library as the medics took away Julian's dead body.

"Are you okay?" Luis asked, "I mean your brother did just die."

"He was never really my brother." Sheridan said, wrapping her arms around Luis's neck, "Only in blood, never in heart."

Luis nodded and they kissed.

"Well folks," Sam said, over all of their conversations, "I know it's been an eventful night, but it's about time we all went home to our families."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They left two by two out the library door.

"Well honey," Sam started, "Some good did come of all this."

They were the last two in the library.

"What would that be?" Grace asked, even though she already knew.

Ivy won't be bothering us anymore." Sam said, "And neither will Julian."

Grace hide her somewhat happiness and said, "I just wish that an inoccent person didn't have to die."

"Aw Grace," Sam said, holding her head with his hand, "I wouldn't call Julian inoccent."

"I know, but still." Grace said.

"Your so caring Grace." Sam said, "That's one of the things I love about you."

They kissed and then Sam asked, "We should go."

"You go ahead." Grace said, "I'll be right there."

"Alright." Sam agreed, not really caring what she needed to stay behide for because he was just happy that everything turned out for the better tonight.

So he left.

Grace walked over to a trash can in the corner and then pulled a small plastic tube from her pocket.

On the bottom of the tube there was a small round sticker. The sticker read, 'Midnight Lavender' and underneath in smaller letters it read, 'Copyright Avon'

"I must remind myself to thank that comanpy." Grace said, throwing the tube of lipstick in the trash.

She walked to the door, and as she looked in, about to shut the door, she looked at the trash can and said, "Oh God forgive me, but Ivy, you did get what you deserved."

She shut the door.

The End