Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler. I'm in no way connected to the show.
Author's Note: I decided that this would be easier to read if I put my stories in chapters. Sorry if I confused anyone. I could swear I wrote this beginning part already, but if I did, I can't seem to find it. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Please, if you could, tell me if I did or not. It's driving me crazy. Thank you for being patient with me, I'm extremely busy, but I couldn't wait to get some spare time to write. Thanks for reviewing. Sorry that this chapter is not very good. I didn't spend as much time writing it as I liked. I might change it later.
I get up and walk to the one place I haven't been since she died. I put my hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath. I slowly turn the knob and eventually open the door. I walk in, shutting the door behind me. I look around, and tears form in my eyes. I have to be strong. I wipe away the tears.
Nothing has been touched. It looks like she could walk in any minute. Clothes are scattered on the bed. Makeup is spread out on the vanity. Jewelry is hanging out of the jewelry box. Sam's usually not this messy. Unless, no that couldn't be it. Was she worried about how she looked when she was meeting me? Did she have any feelings for me? No, she can't. She didn't have any feelings for me except friendship. I don't want to think of the possibility that she liked me because if it were true, then that would mean I had a chance with her. That would mean I could have shown more love for her.
I walk over to her vanity and gently touch her belongings. I get to her jewelry case and put the rest of the jewelry away. I close the lid and run my finger against the smooth surface. I lift up the box to wind it up. I lift the lid and soon a soft melody fills the air. I remember what's in my pocket. I slowly reach for the object and take it out. I stare at it, noticing every detail of the necklace. Memories flash through my mind…
Sam and I were looking for a necklace for Chloe at the jeweler's store. We purchased one and then wondered off looking at the diamond jewelry. Sam stopped suddenly, making me run into her. She bent over and looked at one of the cases. I walked past her, thinking nothing of it. Five minutes later she was still there,
"Are you okay, Sam? Is there something wrong?"
"I'm fine. I just had a necklace like that when I was little, only it wasn't a real diamond; I just pretended it was. I always wanted a real diamond one like it. I was so upset when I lost the necklace. I remember wearing it everywhere." She said smiling. She snapped out of her gaze and turned her head towards me. She kept on smiling. "Those were good memories."
I looked at the necklace. It was a beautiful diamond heart that was a little smaller than three fourths of an inch. It was attached to a gold chain. It was exquisite. "It really is beautiful."
"I know." Sam looked at her watch, "Oh, it's getting late. We better get going."
As we walked out of the store she looked back at the case with the necklace in it. I saw something shine in her eyes, desire. She wanted that necklace.
Later that night I went back to the store and bought it. I took the small, black, velvet box to work the next day.
"Sam, this is for you," I said as I handed her the box.
She looked up from her work and ran a hand through her hair. "What's this?"
"You have to open it to find out." I teased.
She opened it up and gasped. She shinned with happiness. "John, you didn't have to. You shouldn't have. It's too much. I can't take this."
"You deserve it. It makes you happy. It reminds you of good memories. It's not too much, believe me."
"I don't have anything for you."
"Seeing you happy is a the best gift I could ever have."
She grabbed me into a hug. "Thank you. Thank you."
She put the necklace on and wore it everywhere after that. It looked wonderful on her. It sat next to a locket Chloe got her, which was an honor to me because the locket never came off either. Whenever she was trying to think or whenever she got lost in thought she would play with the heart with her fingers.
She was wearing it that night. I took it off her when no one was looking. It was just sitting there, still shinning. I couldn't stand to see it there, I don't know why.
I move to another spot of her room. I look at pictures she had in frames. There were pictures of Chloe, Angel, Bailey, Tom, Grace, George, Nathan, herself, and even me. There were group pictures of us, but there were also pictures of just one of us. Three pictures catch my eye. One had Sam and me, another Chloe and me, and the last Chloe, Sam, and me. I reached for a photo album and spent an hour looking at that. I eventually fell asleep in Sam's room with her pillow by my face. The scent of her filled my nose, even when I was sleeping. I think that is why I actually got a full night of sleep.