* "I know exactly what goes on. When everything you'll get is everything that you wanted, princess, which would you prefer? My finger on the trigger or me face down across your floor? (Just so long as this thing's loaded.)"- Taking Back Sunday

Disclaimer: Orli said he'd give me a cookie if I denied owning the characters in the story. So I deny ownership. If I did own them we'd be in for some real fun.. Orli says I'm getting off topic; I only get half a cookie. (So he thinks. Bwahaha!)

*A/N: This chapter is somewhat graphic and vaguely depicts a murder scene. It nothing truly grotesque, but I thought It was appropriate to stick a little warning in beforehand.

The color in Kitty's face quickly drained as she peered into the dim room. Never had she seen such an unsettling array of grotesque monuments. The mangled body lay strewn in a rather unnatural position, arms and legs seemingly in every other direction.
"He's dead." Jean coldly stated what the other two had already figured out for themselves.
A shudder emitted from Lance's body and echoed through the dense silence. In one sweep he brought Kitty into his arms, letting her bury her face deep into his chest. He could feel the hot tears penetrating through his already damp shirt. He strengthened his grasp on her, wanting to protect her from the brutal scene that was laid so repugnantly in front of them. Nothing had prepared the trio for this upon their arrival. It was obvious a fight had broken out in the time that they had been gone. Jean bowed her head in shock and despair, not wanting to seem disrespectful. Had the other two known what relief had swept over her once she saw the body lying in the room. In a way she was ashamed that she actually had a sense of happiness in this tragedy, but she was more reassured than anything.
Kitty had released herself from Lance's embrace and had slowly made her way into the room. Turning on the light switch, she was even more horrified. Blood dotted the fresh beige carpet, and a bowed and distorted wire coat hanger lay several feet from the cadaver. She bent down over the coat hanger to get a closer look. It was obvious was roll it had played in the slaughter. Lance placed his hand upon her shoulder as she came back onto her feet. "There's the murder weapon. Where's the contract killer?" Kitty shuddered. This thought hadn't occurred to her yet. There was a high quality chance that the person or thing that had done this, could very well still be on the premises. "She's right, whatever is responsible is almost certainly still here. This wasn't a planned job, they haven't gotten what the want I'm guessing." With that the three walked out of the room, flipping off the lights and gently shutting the door. "Hey! Hey! Let me out! Please! Let me out!" The three turned in horror to the bathroom closet only several yards down the hall. The muffled screams had broken the surrealism surrounding them. "Scott? Oh it's Scott!" Jean was giddy. She ran to the closet and flung the door open, an obviously weary Scott fell out. Jean knelt beside him and then held him tightly.
"Oh Scott I was so frightened that it was you in that room. I'm ashamed to say I was happy to find out it Evan."
A look of loathing took hold of Lance's face. Looking at Kitty, it was apparent of her sentiments as well. Scott looked no happier.
"Jean. As happy as I am to see you also. How could you possibly say you were happy to see Evan dead? That's disgusting." Jean's eyes began to tear and she quickly made an effort to brush the droplets away.
"Scott, I-I.. I didn't mean it in that way. I'm in shock; I'm overwhelmed, choosing proper wording isn't my top priority right now. I'm sorry. I'm just happy the person I care most deeply about is safe and well."
Scott's gaze softened and he returned his arms around Jean. "Alright as sentimental and touching as this all is, we need to cut the bull crap and prioritize here." Everyone turned to Lance who had taken the brief interlude to sort out the situation. "Kitty and I will go search the downstairs. Scott, you and Jean finish searching up here."
"Oh!" Kitty sprang up, hand waving in the air. Everyone turned to her looking in puzzlement. "Lance, remember when we were following Jean up here?" He nodded his head and began thinking.
"Well we talked to Evan." She waited for what she had just said to sink in with her teammates. Suddenly their faces all brightened with the impact of her statement.
"Kitty, this is why you rock my world." She giggled at his lame attempt, punning wasn't his strong suit.
"Alright team, let's split off, meet back here in 15 minutes." Scott re-assumed his role as team leader. Then it hit him. He wasn't infatuated with Alvers. He had lost control of his title. Suddenly falling out of his normal leadership had brought this all on. Lance was everything he wanted to be. Rebellious, free, a respected and well-liked leader. It was nothing more than wanting to emulate him. Scott felt relieved, but somewhat disconnected. He decided to put his feelings aside and handle the task at hand.
The four had separated and went their two separate ways. The sun had set, and it was more than appropriate.

A/N: Alright this was something completely different for me. Sorry if it wasn't Academy Award worthy. I thought it would be beneficial as a new writer to try something that I'm not accustomed to. Which is basically this entire story, but hey. Hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I am writing it! Please Review! I can't tell you how much it helps!