Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! I'm not really that familiar with gymnastics or the jargon involved, so I'm just doing the best I can for right now. So sit back, relax and enjoy Chapter Three, while I go study for the SATs...LOL!

Chapter Three

Standing tall at around 5 ft. 1 inch, Sabrina Williamson was a young woman of sheer beauty and athletic prowess. Having started gymnastics at the age of five, she quickly fell in love with the sport and had since dreamed of being in the Olympics. She had been practicing religiously five days a week for the past fourteen years, in order to try and hone her skills and perfect this craft. Additionally, she has had to keep up with school as well. High school had been a challenging time as she balanced gymnastics with an intense school schedule consisting of several Honors and Advanced Placement courses, while still finding time to participate in school functions and hang out with friends. She graduated with Honors from her high school and since enrolling in NYU this past year, has had to arrange her gymnastics practice around her schedule of classes. She was extremely ambitious, hard working and determined, with set goals and aspirations set firmly in her mind and she never gave up on pursuing her dreams. She constantly competed in competitions at the Junior Level and was always the one on top, constantly wowing judges with her amazing performances.

Now, she was practicing on the balance beam. This proved to be a very challenging feat for her, but like anything else she faced the challenge head on. Success and triumph were on her side today. The determination that shone in her eyes seemed contagious and seemed to permeate throughout the large, spacious room.

But like any sport, like anything, there were always consequences. Consequences that could bring about major setbacks. Consequences that could sometimes prove fatal.

Several weeks ago, she had experienced a setback.

She had been practicing one of her daily routines and had injured her left knee in the process. Nothing had been broken; it had just been badly sprained.

As a result of this unfortunate setback, she had to take a week off before continuing practice.

When she returned, she had to wear a knee brace to protect herself as much as possible from any further injuries.

She was still on the balance beam. She hadn't tried this since receiving her injury and was determined to try to tackle this challenge once more.

She concentrated. Hard. Very hard.

Slowly, she lifted her left leg into the air and it seemed to dangle there precariously for a moment. But that was only for a moment. She was in control of her leg as she carefully placed it gracefully in front of her. She then began slowly walking across the balance beam, placing one foot steadily in front of the other her arms spread out gracefully like eagle's wings as they helped her to balance. Soon she reached the end of the balance beam and did a series of quick cartwheels until she ended up at the same spot where she had originally begun.

A wide, happy grin spread across her face. Today was turning out to be a good day.

About a half an hour later, Tru arrived at the corner of Chelsea Ave. and Rose Blossom Street. When Harrison saw her car pull up to the curb, an expression of immense relief instantly spread of his face.

He opened the passenger door gleefully.

"Gee, thanks Tru! You're the best! I honestly don't know what I would've done without you."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," Tru replied sardonically.

Harrison looked at his sister. "Ha-ha, very funny."

This had happened yesterday too, before Tru's day had rewound. Except then, it had been later in the day and Tru wasn't on a rescue mission. Or at least not yet anyways.

"Seriously Harrison, I cannot be saving your ass every second of my life! Especially on a day like today. You know that!"

"Fine," Harrison replied. "Just drop me off at my apartment and I, Harrison Davies, do solemnly swear never to be a pain in your royal ass ever again."

Tru gave Harrison a pained expression that said "Yeah, right!"

These incidents didn't stop Tru from loving her brother. Oh, no. Not at all. She would always love her brother. Maybe she just had to start accepting the fact that Harrison's silly antics and unfortunate mishaps were all part of his quirky charm. Or else, a desperate plea for attention. Still, he had to learn not to put himself into these types of situations.

"Sorry Harry. But I have got to get to the gymnastics center, so I guess you're coming with me."

"Sweet, your victim of the day is a gymnast?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay," Harrison said. "On a scale of 1-10, how do you think you would rate our compatibility?"

"Harrison!"

"What?! I'm just saying that maybe--..."

"Oh, good. We're here," Tru announced, cutting him off.

Tru's rescue mission had only just begun......

Tru had told Harrison to wait in the car. At least for now. Plus, he would be able to notify her if he saw anything—or anyone—suspicious entering or leaving the center.

Tru entered the center and was instantly overwhelmed by its enormity.

Only a few feet in front of her was a large room full of high school and college age girls, probably between the ages of 15 and 22.

Tru took a minute to take in her surroundings and observe quietly, as she scanned the room for any sign at all of Sabrina.

Bingo.

Tru had spotted the beautiful Sabrina, average height with gorgeous brown hair pulled back away from her face in a tight bun. She was muscular and toned in all the right places, although she couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds.

She had just gotten off the balance beam and walked over to a bench to grab a towel to wipe her sweaty face.

Tru walked over to her.

"Sabrina, right?"

The young girl looked up at Tru. "Yeah, do I know you?"

"Uh, no. Not exactly. My name is Tru Davies and I'm a student at the local community college. I'm a writer for our school newspaper and I'm interested in doing a human interest piece about gymnasts. So I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"

"Sure, I'd be glad too. But I'm just wondering why me, I mean, there are a ton of girls in this room right now."

"Well, when I called here and asked if I could interview a gymnast, they recommended you because they said you're one of their best students and have a great chance of making it to the Olympics someday."

"I wish someone would have told me," Sabrina mumbled. "But its okay, I think I can take a break now."

Tru smiled. "Great."

But on the inside, Tru wasn't feeling so great because she still had to tell this girl that she was going to die today. And—as always—that was never easy.

Tru and Sabrina started talking for a little while and then Sabrina had to get back to work. Tru understood and thanked Sabrina for her time, however still stuck around to watch her and to try and catch anything suspicious.

When Sabrina came back to the bench for another break and a drink of water, Tru was still there.

Okay. Tru said, as she mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen. Here goes nothing.

"You're still here?" Sabrina asked, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, you're doing an amazing job out there," Tru complimented.

Sabrina smiled. "Thanks."

"But, Sabrina, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

Tru drew a deep breath.

"Well, first of all I'm not a student at community college but I'm here to help you."

"What? How? I don't understand."

Tru had noticed the brace on Sabrina's leg and made a mental note of it. She hadn't remembered seeing it when Sabrina's body had come into the morgue.

"I think you should take the rest of the day off today, on account of your injury and all it wouldn't be such a bad idea."

"But the doctor said I was fine, as long as I don't do anything too strenuous--..."

"I think someone may be trying to hurt you!" Tru blurted out.

Sabrina went pale. "What???!"

"I know it sounds crazy, but--..."

"Look, I don't even know you and you're really starting to scare me. I'm sorry I just--..." Sabrina shook her head and walked away, confused, angry and upset.

On the other side of the enormous practice room, Sabrina's couch, Austin Carter, stood watching the whole incident.

Occasionally, he looked over and watched his beautiful daughter, Alana, as she was busy training.

"It's not right!" he mumbled to himself. "It's just not fair!"

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" a voice came from behind him.

Austin startled and turned around. "Who the hell are you?!"

The man shrugged innocently. "Just someone who wants to try and help you out, if you'll let him."

The two men regarded each other with intense glares for a long moment, before Austin's eyes sparkled with approval.

Understanding the acknowledgement that shone in Austin's eyes, Jack Harper smiled.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! Your encouragement and kind words keep me extremely motivated! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE REVIEW! Your constructive criticism is very helpful.

More to come.... :)