I can't believe I'm actually doing this, I mean I absolutely hate Kate. I wish she would just die, but I'm actually going to try and make her a sympathetic character in this fic. Maybe one day if I ever write another one I'll make her as evil as she really is. Who knows?

Kate Roberts sat at the stoplight just staring at the glaring red that danced before her eyes. Everything seemed so empty now. Roman was dead and her children's lives were a mess. Billie was on another continent still sulking over loosing Bo, Austin was in New York hiding from everything in Salem, Philip refused to let her help him get Belle, Rex resented her for a number of reasons, Cassie was dead, and Lucas was just a shell of his former self.

She never would have expected this to happen, but she actually wished Sami were still alive. Yes, she and Sami had their history. She saw red at the thought of the little bitch, but she was the only person who could bring Lucas back to them. Will could manage to get a small smile from him from time to time, but both were so devastated it was impossible to make things normal.

Sighing, she leaned her perfectly coiffed head back onto the leather seats and pressed the gas. Sami had been miserable, and she had been the cause of most of that misery. She hadn't exactly kept her promise to Roman; she hadn't even tried. The thought of Roman depressed her. She missed him so much, but lately she had started to shock herself.

Actually, since she found out Victor was dead she'd been shocking herself. Every time she looked at Philip she'd see him, be reminded of their earlier years. She'd been so in love with him, she would have throttled Vivian for even contemplating taking him away. He'd been good to her for many years. He took in Lucas, gave her Phillip, and did everything to make her happy.

The guilt was giving her a headache. Roman was a good man. At first he had been a way to get to Sami, she had delighted in every outraged expression, but then she had started to feel for him. She did love him, it just wasn't the same. Victor had been her equal, a worthy partner and adversary. He understood being ruthless to get what you want. Roman didn't understand that concept. He thought you followed the rules, no matter what. He was easily manipulated, nothing like Victor. But comparing them didn't matter, they were both dead.

Shutting off the engine she looked up, surprised to find herself in front of Lucas's apartment building. Looking at the dashboard the clock read 11:46, he might still be up. Kate went into the building and up to Lucas's floor. She knocked on the door and it was opened by a frantic man. Her son was hurrying to get dressed and trying to dial the phone at the same time. When he saw her he hung up and sighed in relief.

"Mom! This is perfect, can you stay here with Will for a little while?"

"Of course, but, baby, where are you going? Is something wrong?"

As he hurried her into his apartment, he shoved two pieces of paper into her hands.

"Look at these. Does the handwriting seem the same to you?"

She looked them over to find Sami's suicide note and an older note listing the things that Will would need for camp. At first glance she couldn't see a big difference, but on further examination they weren't exactly right.

"It looks almost identical, but I can see some differences. Lucas, how is this possible? What does it mean?"

"It means that Sami didn't commit suicide! It was murder, or something like it. I have to go to the police station. Please keep an eye on Will, but don't tell him. I want to explain this to him when I know everything."

Lucas rushed out the leaving a very confused Kate behind.