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Author's Notes: This is a fanfic based on the Nancy Drew File #92 My Deadly Valentine. I am using some of the characters from the book. Please read nad review and let me know what you think. It may be a bit before I can add more on to it, but I will keep working on it. Just so you know, Nancy and Frank are now twenty-two years old and Joe is twenty-one. And for all of you Nancy and Frank fans, they are engaged.
Mike Fitzgerald stared straight ahead, watching her every move. He knew her schedule, knew every detail of the way she did things every day of the week. He had been following her for a month now, but his patience was starting to wear thin. He knew he had to make a move. Soon.
Rosie walked out of her law office building where she worked as a coporate lawyer. She was quickly rising in the ranks, establishing herself as a respectable lawyer. She was the one that the big coporations in Illinois were asking for.
Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, she enjoyed it. Rosie had this glow around her every time she went into the building every morning. And that glow semed to brighten every afternoon as she made her way home.
Too bad Fitz would have to put an end to that glow. But it was her fault really.
Fitz looked down at his at the list of names on the sheet of paper in his lap and smiled. The names brought him great pleasure. A list of names that would have to, unfortunatley for them, come to a tragic end. A list of names that had ruined his life. And now he would do the same for them.
Especially the last name. That was the name that brought him the most pleasure.
He bent down in his seat to pick up the shoebox that was on the passenger side floorboard. He opened the lid and took in everything. The shoebox was filled with newspaper clippings of all of the girls that he had been collecting for the past four years.
He had worked hard ever since he had gotten out of prison to remake himself. He had work done on his face, a different haircolor, and he could even change his eyecolor when he felt the need to. He forged documents that gave him a new identity and any array of jobs that he wanted.
Just then, someone knocked on his window. He stuffed everything in the box and looked out his window to see a cop.
"Sir, is there a reason why you've been sitting out here?" The pot bellied cop asked him.
Fitz smiled at the officer. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone. They just called me on my cell phone and said they were running a little late."
The officer stared at Fitz for a moment longer and then shrugged. "Just make sure you leave soon, son."
"As soon as my friend gets here, I'm gone." Fitz said to the officer.
"You have a good day, son." The oficer said and tipped his hat.
"You do the same, Officer." Fitz said politely.
He watched as the officer got into his car and pulled away. God, he hated cops. They were always in his business and never seemed to leave him alone.
Fitz looked at his watch. He needed to get going. He started the car and took off in the direction that Rosie went. He knew what Rosie was going to do next.
It was time for him to get to work.
Rosie Lopez was grateful to be home. It had been a long day at the office and she needed to relax. As soon as she got into her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and left them where they landed. She then went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator.
It was Wednesday night, and that meant that Casey wouldn't be home until around eleven. Rosie went into her bathroom and ran her water for a relaxing bath. She didn't realize how bad she needed it until she settled in.
She didn't have a bad day at work, it was just the little things that she had to get done before her big trial tomorrow. She was anticipating her case tomorrow. Being in the courtroom gave her an adrenaline rush that she just couldn't explain to people.
Rosie stayed in the bath for about twenty minutes more. She then reluctantly got out, dressed in some sweats and a t-shirt, and made her way back to the living room. She turned the TV on the news and settled down on her sofa. She glanced at her clock to see that it was around eight now. She should give Casey a call.
Rosie dialed the number to Mercy Hospital where Casey was in his second year of residency. It wasn't long before she heard Casey's voice on the other end of the line. "Are you busy?" Rosie asked.
"No, actually we've been pretty slow today. You caught me at a good time." Casey said.
They talked for about fifteen more minutes.
"I may be home a little early tonight." Casey said.
"Great. I guess that means I'l have to wait up for you, then." Rosie said, smiling.
"You'll never make it, baby." Casey said, chuckling.
"You're probably right. Well, wake me when you get home." Rosie said. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart." Casey said. "Have you gotten anything to eat?"
"I'm going to order something as soon as I hang up with you." Rosie said.
"Then I guess I'll let you get to that." Casey said.
They said their good-byes and Rosie hung up the phone. She then dialed the number to Chong's Garden, a Chinese restaurant that was on the corner of her street. She ordered her usual and was told it would be ten minutes.
Nine minutes later, there was a knock on her door. "Just on time." Rosie said when she opened the door. Her usual delivery man, Donnie had her food in a bag.
"Come on in, Donnie." Rosie said and opened the door wider for him. "I bet you're tired of delivering to me, huh?"
"It's not a problem at all, Rosie. Your one of our best customers." Donnie said. He shut the door to the apartment.
"Let me just get my wallet." Rosie said. She turned her back to him and reached for her purse. She never saw him pull a knife out from behind him. Just as she turned around to give him the money, he stuck the knife into her abdomen. She looked at him with a mixture of shock and fear. She knew that she was going to die. Fitz loved that look.
She never even had time to scream before she hit the floor. Fitz removed the knife from her and wiped off the blood. He smiled as he saw her life slowly leaving her body. He watched as her blood pooled around her on her biege carpet. He never even offered her an explanation as she lay dying.
She heard him say one thing before she lost consciousness.
"One down." Fitz said casually.
Author's Notes: This is a fanfic based on the Nancy Drew File #92 My Deadly Valentine. I am using some of the characters from the book. Please read nad review and let me know what you think. It may be a bit before I can add more on to it, but I will keep working on it. Just so you know, Nancy and Frank are now twenty-two years old and Joe is twenty-one. And for all of you Nancy and Frank fans, they are engaged.
Mike Fitzgerald stared straight ahead, watching her every move. He knew her schedule, knew every detail of the way she did things every day of the week. He had been following her for a month now, but his patience was starting to wear thin. He knew he had to make a move. Soon.
Rosie walked out of her law office building where she worked as a coporate lawyer. She was quickly rising in the ranks, establishing herself as a respectable lawyer. She was the one that the big coporations in Illinois were asking for.
Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, she enjoyed it. Rosie had this glow around her every time she went into the building every morning. And that glow semed to brighten every afternoon as she made her way home.
Too bad Fitz would have to put an end to that glow. But it was her fault really.
Fitz looked down at his at the list of names on the sheet of paper in his lap and smiled. The names brought him great pleasure. A list of names that would have to, unfortunatley for them, come to a tragic end. A list of names that had ruined his life. And now he would do the same for them.
Especially the last name. That was the name that brought him the most pleasure.
He bent down in his seat to pick up the shoebox that was on the passenger side floorboard. He opened the lid and took in everything. The shoebox was filled with newspaper clippings of all of the girls that he had been collecting for the past four years.
He had worked hard ever since he had gotten out of prison to remake himself. He had work done on his face, a different haircolor, and he could even change his eyecolor when he felt the need to. He forged documents that gave him a new identity and any array of jobs that he wanted.
Just then, someone knocked on his window. He stuffed everything in the box and looked out his window to see a cop.
"Sir, is there a reason why you've been sitting out here?" The pot bellied cop asked him.
Fitz smiled at the officer. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone. They just called me on my cell phone and said they were running a little late."
The officer stared at Fitz for a moment longer and then shrugged. "Just make sure you leave soon, son."
"As soon as my friend gets here, I'm gone." Fitz said to the officer.
"You have a good day, son." The oficer said and tipped his hat.
"You do the same, Officer." Fitz said politely.
He watched as the officer got into his car and pulled away. God, he hated cops. They were always in his business and never seemed to leave him alone.
Fitz looked at his watch. He needed to get going. He started the car and took off in the direction that Rosie went. He knew what Rosie was going to do next.
It was time for him to get to work.
Rosie Lopez was grateful to be home. It had been a long day at the office and she needed to relax. As soon as she got into her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and left them where they landed. She then went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator.
It was Wednesday night, and that meant that Casey wouldn't be home until around eleven. Rosie went into her bathroom and ran her water for a relaxing bath. She didn't realize how bad she needed it until she settled in.
She didn't have a bad day at work, it was just the little things that she had to get done before her big trial tomorrow. She was anticipating her case tomorrow. Being in the courtroom gave her an adrenaline rush that she just couldn't explain to people.
Rosie stayed in the bath for about twenty minutes more. She then reluctantly got out, dressed in some sweats and a t-shirt, and made her way back to the living room. She turned the TV on the news and settled down on her sofa. She glanced at her clock to see that it was around eight now. She should give Casey a call.
Rosie dialed the number to Mercy Hospital where Casey was in his second year of residency. It wasn't long before she heard Casey's voice on the other end of the line. "Are you busy?" Rosie asked.
"No, actually we've been pretty slow today. You caught me at a good time." Casey said.
They talked for about fifteen more minutes.
"I may be home a little early tonight." Casey said.
"Great. I guess that means I'l have to wait up for you, then." Rosie said, smiling.
"You'll never make it, baby." Casey said, chuckling.
"You're probably right. Well, wake me when you get home." Rosie said. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart." Casey said. "Have you gotten anything to eat?"
"I'm going to order something as soon as I hang up with you." Rosie said.
"Then I guess I'll let you get to that." Casey said.
They said their good-byes and Rosie hung up the phone. She then dialed the number to Chong's Garden, a Chinese restaurant that was on the corner of her street. She ordered her usual and was told it would be ten minutes.
Nine minutes later, there was a knock on her door. "Just on time." Rosie said when she opened the door. Her usual delivery man, Donnie had her food in a bag.
"Come on in, Donnie." Rosie said and opened the door wider for him. "I bet you're tired of delivering to me, huh?"
"It's not a problem at all, Rosie. Your one of our best customers." Donnie said. He shut the door to the apartment.
"Let me just get my wallet." Rosie said. She turned her back to him and reached for her purse. She never saw him pull a knife out from behind him. Just as she turned around to give him the money, he stuck the knife into her abdomen. She looked at him with a mixture of shock and fear. She knew that she was going to die. Fitz loved that look.
She never even had time to scream before she hit the floor. Fitz removed the knife from her and wiped off the blood. He smiled as he saw her life slowly leaving her body. He watched as her blood pooled around her on her biege carpet. He never even offered her an explanation as she lay dying.
She heard him say one thing before she lost consciousness.
"One down." Fitz said casually.