Another week went by with no sign of the wolf phantom. Peter went out nightly in search of the menace, mentally kicking himself from not following when he could have. Peter also didn't have any more leads concerning Harry's death. It was frustrating. But all was not bad. MJ had received a job offer from an advertising agency she had been temping for the past week. She was excited about it.

"Whoa hoo! Good bye Moondance!" She cried as she threw her waitress uniform in the trash. She danced around the kitchen and threw her arms around Peter. They kissed and swayed to silent music only they could hear.

But Peter was worried. He didn't like MJ alone, not with that lunatic out there. He obviously knew a lot about Spiderman. Perhaps, not that he was Spiderman, but definitely that MJ was Spidey's girl. The press had stopped hounding MJ; it seemed that she was old news to the tabloids, so they let her be. Peter felt his gut tense every time MJ left for work in the morning. He feared something happen to her. Peter's free-lance photography allowed him to not set any patterns. But MJ's life was different, even though they were living together. She left every morning the same time, and got back just about the same time every night. Very easy for anyone to memorize and follow her. He waited every night for MJ to come home. He had to trust that MJ knew how to handle herself. But he worried nonetheless until he heard the key scrape into the lock each night.

Tonight was no different. Peter watched the 5:00 o'clock news as MJ walked through the door. He let out a pent up sigh out of relief.

"Hey baby!" MJ called as she walked through the door, her arms full of groceries. Peter quickly moved to help her. One bag looked precariously like it would fall at any moment. MJ lead forward and kissed Peter quickly on the lips.

"How was everything t'day?" Peter asked as he placed the bag of groceries on the counter.

"Oh, it was busy. The day just flew by. I barely had time for lunch, which was okay cause I really wasn't hunger anyway." MJ stated as she started to unpack her bag. Peter's eyebrow's shot up in surprise at the thought of MJ not being hungry. MJ must have sensed his surprise, cause she turned to him a smirk on his face.

"But I'm famished now!" She replied saucily as she held up to cartons of Chinese food she had picked up at the local restaurant. Peter laughed as MJ and he sat at the table and began to eat, right out of the cartons.

"So anything INTERESTING happen today?" MJ asked as she picked up a piece of sesame chicken.

Peter looked up guiltily. He had never told MJ about the wolf phantom or about how he thought that Harry might actually be alive. He didn't want to frighten her, especially after the Green Goblin. But he had been meaning to talk to her about the night Harry had been "murdered." This is as good a time as any, Peter thought.

"MJ, we need to talk." Peter said solemnly.

"Dun dun ta, this doesn't sound good." MJ good-naturedly replied as she continued to eat. She stopped when Peter didn't respond in kind. Oh no, this really is bad, MJ thought as she swallowed the last of the food in her mouth.

"We need to talk about the night Harry was murdered."

"What's there to talk about? You didn't do it, I know that. Someone's trying to frame you. And we have to find out who." MJ stated very matter of factly.

"There's more to it than that MJ. You see, I can't prove it, but my gut instinct tells me that HARRY is somehow involved in his own death." Peter stared straight into MJ disbelieving eyes. MJ shook her head in denial.

"No. No, that's impossible. Harry wouldn't do something like that. I know he was upset about his father, but why? Why would he do that?"

"To make Spiderman pay. Remember? At the cemetery?" MJ looked down and away from Peter's concerned face. "I also think he had something to do with your disappearance. And the nightmares and visions you've been having. But again, I can't prove it." Peter went on to explain all he had learned about Harry's death, the coroner's report, and the disappearance of everyone, and everything, related to Harry Osborne. It was too much for MJ to process. The images of that night flashed inside her mind. The blood, the cold, everything. MJ's stomach lurched and she ran up the stairs to the bathroom. She made it just in time. Peter waited down stairs for her to return. A few minutes later, MJ came down, looking pale and flushed. The image didn't sit well with Peter.

"You know it's been over a week since….we talked about…you being…"Peter couldn't finish the sentence as he took MJ's hand into his. MJ was about to speak but there was a knock at the door. Peter groaned at the lousy timing, grinned at MJ, kissing her forehead softly and walking to the door. Peter opened the door, no bothering to look through the peephole, and was greeted by two men in suits as well as two uniformed police officers.

"Peter Parker?" The older detective that MJ, who now stood behind Peter, recognized from the day at Harry's apartment, asked as he showed his badge to Peter.

"Detective Monahan, NYPD. We have a warrant for your arrest in the murder of Harry W. Osborne."

"WHAT!!!!" MJ yelled. Peter turned to MJ, looking as shocked at she. The two uniformed officers moved forward to grab Peter. Peter didn't struggle, but silently thanked that he wasn't wearing his Spiderman costume under his clothes this time. MJ, on the other hand, was furious.

"How can you have a warrant? Where's you proof!? No! NO! You can't take him, I won't let you!"

"Step aside, miss!" the cop yelled as MJ, pushing her back a few steps. Peter turned to cop, fury in his eyes. The cop stepped back a step, fearful of Peter's expression. Peter, his hands now handcuffed behind his back, turned to MJ, who had tears streaming down her face. Peter walked up to MJ, stroking the side of her face with his cheek and whispered, "Come what may. Remember. Everything's going to be okay. I don't have the suit on. Don't worry." The cops started to move Peter away before he could finish talking to MJ. MJ reached out for him as they hauled him backwards away from her. This was the only time he struggled against the two men holding him. The uniformed officers moved Peter though the doorway, out of MJ's line of sight. The other, younger detective walked slowly up to MJ, a sympathic look on his face. He handed her his handkerchief, which MJ disdainfully slapped away, a look of pure hatred on her face.

"Ms. Watson, the proof we have is unquestionable. We have his blood and hair at the scene of the murder. Now unless you have anything that will refute that, I'd say that your boyfriend is our primary suspect."

MJ turned her back on the detective, silently stating her answer. How could she save Peter? She could tell them what she "saw" but that would just be what Harry wanted. Oh my God, it's true! Harry must be behind this. He's the only one! MJ realized as the detectives started to leave. If I tell them I saw Spiderman, they'd be after him. Peter would never be safe to be Spiderman. But if I don't, they might convict Peter on the basis of the evidence they say they have. I can't save them both. Peter would have to give up being Spiderman!

"He'll be held at the 28th District Precinct on 59th Avenue, Midtown. You can see him once he's been processed. Have a nice day." The younger detective stated sarcastically. MJ flipped him "the finger" as he shut the door.

Four hours later Peter sat in front of Detective Monohan his patience wearing thin at the man's repeated, redundant questions.

"So, you freely admit to being in Central Park the night of the murder" Monohan restated as he walked around the room. "But you didn't see Ms. Watson or Mr. Osbourne."

"Yes." Peter stated in monotone. His handcuffed hands clasped together in ront of him to keep from strangling the detective. They'd been at this for 2 hours.

"Ms. Watson and Mr. Osbourne were previously a couple, not long ago, am I right?"

"Yes."

"And you were his best friend during this time?"

"Yes."

"What about Ms. Watson?"

"We were friends, not close, but I considered her a friend. We grew up next door to each other."

"AH! The girl next door, yes of course. We've done some checking on you Parker. Seems you infatuation with Ms. Watson goes back a long way. To grade school. Not hard to imagine a crush like that turning into an obsession, especially after your 'best friend' starts dating her.  Did he know? I mean about how much you cared about her? Did that push you over the edge? And what about Flash Thompson? Seems you and he came to blows several times over Ms. Watson." Peter looked menancingly at the detective, telling him silently that he was treading on thin ice.

"Not several once. Yes, Harry knew. But, I wasn't ready to do anything about it." It sounded lame and a little weird, even to Peter.

"Weren't ready? For what?"

"I don't know! I was a kid for Christ's sake! I'm sure you can understand about insecurities, even in your advanced years!"

The detective lurched back from the table, furious, and left the interrogation room. Peter just shook his head in disgust. This is going to be a long night, Peter sighed.

MJ awoke in a fog. Literally. She sat up from where she lay on the ground, looking curiously around. Am I asleep? She thought. I must be, I'm in the clouds. MJ continued to scan around her. White billowy clouds floated around her. I must have fell asleep after….. Peter! Suddenly a form started to materialize in front of her. MJ stood up quickly as the figure continued to walk to her. Harry appeared before her. MJ stepped back in fear, looking around her for an avenue of escape.

"Don't be frightened MJ. It's me, Harry." Harry whispered softly and sweetly to MJ. MJ continued to walk backwards, away from Harry as he advanced.

"No, you're dead. Or are you?"

"Yes, I'm sad to say, I am dead MJ."

"Then how….? Oh I get it you're here to save me, from Spiderman right? Back from the dead to save me from Spiderman! What a joke!"

"Yes, that is why I'm here. He's a killer, MJ, A KILLER!" Harry growled evilly as he stood before MJ.

"No! You're wrong! And if you're dead you would know that!" MJ yelled back at Harry. Harry reached out and grabbed MJ by the arms, holding her tightly.

"Was it that easy to forget me, MJ? Was it that easy for you to run to another, MY KILLER! For comfort, for love, for sex!" Harry roared in MJ's face. MJ could feel Harry's hot breath on her cheek as she turned away from Harry.

"Harry you're hurting me. LET GO!!!"

"You're just like all the others. No loyalty at all!"

"Stop it! Harry, stop it! I love Peter, I always have! Even when I was with you!!!!" MJ screamed into Harry's face.

Harry hands reflexively wrapped around MJ's throat, closing off MJ windpipe. MJ struggled with Harry as she continued to choke her.

WAKE UP, MJ!! WAKE UP! BEFORE THIS DREAM KILLS YOU! MJ screamed to herself as her world went black!

But it wasn't a dream. Harry had injected a sleep-inducing spray into Peter's AC system and waited until MJ was alone, which was hardly never. He transported MJ to his underground lab and into a virtual reality room. He had meant to remind MJ about who really loved her, and that Spiderman, Peter, was his killer. But it had gone terribly wrong. Harry let go of MJ's throat before he killed her, but after she passed out from lack of oxygen. He stared down at his hands in disbelief, scared at what he had ALMOST done! Finish it! Finish her! She's just like all the others!

"No! I'm in control! Not you!!!" Harry screamed to his father's voice in his head. Harry turned and ran from the room, not trusting himself.