-Thanks to my reviewers, I'm glad you like this story! And a note to Swimmerkitti- Yes, Claire isn't a Mary Sue, but how could she be if the band is dead? Sorry, random thought of mine!-

Claire sat on the sofa for a total of five minutes before she was totally and completely bored. The whole house had been photographed already, and the autopsy results wouldn't be in until night time. With nothing better to do, she slipped on a pair of gloves and decided to check out some other rooms.

She decided to start at the top of the house and make her way down. There appeared to be four stories, so this exploring would take awhile. On the top floor were bedrooms, eight total. Claire started at the first one, opening up the door to find one of the messiest rooms she'd ever seen.

Posters lined the walls so that no wall was showing anywhere. Papers were falling off desks and covering the floor. The bed was unmade, and it looked like it hadn't been made for over a week. Three basses were scattered on the floor amidst the clutter. Judging from the instruments, Claire had found Katie's room.

She took extensive pictures of the room, capturing every detail. Being a bit of a neat freak, Claire then started cleaning the room. She made the bed, put the basses in their stands, and then looked at the overwhelming mass of papers. Not knowing where to start, she sat on the floor and grabbed all the papers, making neat stacks. It must've taken her a good hour to get all the paper stacked, and now she was going to read every single sheet. There could be something important amidst the mess.

Many of the papers had notes to self on them, like 'do laundry'. Some had song lyrics written on them. Claire threw away the notes, but kept the lyrics. She would check them later on for any hints of anger toward anybody in the band. That anger could be enough to make Katie a posthumous suspect. Stop, you're going to fast, Claire told herself. You don't even have the autopsy results back.

With the lyric sheets neatly stacked in an evidence bag, the only task left was the desks. There were two of them, and they looked rather full. Claire sighed to herself and opened a drawer. Surprisingly, there was hardly anything in it. Just a few old sticky notes. The sticky notes had no worth or value to the case, so Claire threw them out. The next drawer was jam packed with more paper, which Claire sorted carefully, loading more sheets into the evidence bag and throwing the rest away.

The first desk was finished, and the second was waiting. The first drawer of the second desk yielded more papers, papers that Claire sorted through. But the final drawer had only one thing in it: a journal. The journal was really only a notebook, but it said in handwritten letters: KATIE'S JOURNAL!!! There was a picture of the band pasted onto the front cover. Claire was about to open the journal and start reading when her ethics kicked in. Should she really be reading the journal of somebody else? Reasoning with herself, she decided it was okay since Katie was dead and just one person reading it wouldn't hurt anybody.

Claire opened the notebook and flipped through several pages that said things like 'For Katie's Eyes ONLY!'. Ignoring them, Claire reached the first page of the journal. It was dated from six months before. Good, Claire thought, it's recent, so there could be clues in it. Just as she started to read, the doorbell to the house rang. She jumped and checked her watch. It was already six in the evening. She hadn't realized how late it was.

She ran to the elevator that conveniently transported her between the floors. However, it was a slow elevator, and before Claire had even reached the third floor she was impatient. She saw a button that said 'Freddy's Fast Button'. She pushed it and felt the elevator drop at such a velocity that her stomach flipped. But she had reached the first floor.

Her back up detectives had the results of the autopsy ready for her. They read like this for each member of the band: Estimated time of death, 5 P M yesterday. Cause of death, arsenic poisoning.

There was more writing about details in the deaths, but Claire didn't read it. Her cell phone started chirping, so she answered it.

"Claire!" It was her boss again. "Did you get the autopsy reports?"

"Yeah I got them."

"Well? What's your theory? Personally, mine is a mass suicide."

"Um, well, I haven't had time yet to search the whole house. Once I'm done with that I can start developing a theory."

"Okay, your case, you do what you want. We let Mullins off the hook, the security tapes don't show anyone entering the house around five. So it's gotta be either a suicide or a poisoning."

"Yeah. Well, I should get back to work."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." Claire hung up and took the elevator back up to Katie's room. She sat on the bed and looked at the posters hanging on the wall. Debbie Harry, signed. The Who, signed by Pete, Roger, and John. The Beatles, signed by Ringo and Paul. Every single poster was signed. Claire found herself in envy of what a dead person had. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she opened the journal.

At the first page, she started reading.

This is my first entry in this new journal, since my old one got completely filled up. Today Freddy was giving me some really mean looks. He's still not over it. I guess I wouldn't be too, if it had happened to me. But really, he needs to get over it. I just don't have any feelings towards him anymore.

Claire wondered what had caused the rift between Freddy and Katie, and kept on reading.

It's a little weird, the fact that I've been married and divorced when I'm only 24.

Claire's eyes widened. She hadn't known that any of the band members had ever been married.

I guess we took it too quickly. Freddy and I got together fast, and then we got hitched. No one in the band even knows about it. They thought we were just dating for the whole past year and that we broke up. They don't know the truth: that we were married. I think Freddy was serious about it. But I wasn't.

I mean come on, we're only 24! I can't be expected to stay with somebody that long! Maybe I have relationship problems. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that I divorced Freddy, and now he's pissed. He might even tell people that we were married! That would ruin everything. I don't really know why, but it would. Just the thought of everyone staring at me as Freddy blurts out that we were married gives me the chills. I can just see the look on Summer's face.

That 'What the hell were you thinking, now you're on probation from the band' look. Man I hate her! We were sort of friends in the beginning, when the music brought us together. But that was a long time ago. Now we're just enemies. I better go and try to talk to Freddy. He better not spill this secret.

-Katie

Claire let the shock in. She was the only person now that knew about the marriage. Marriage papers and divorce papers would have to be found. The divorce could have been a cause for enmity, which might have triggered either Katie or Freddy to poison everyone and themselves before thinking.

Now to find those marriage papers. They weren't in Katie's room, it had been checked. They had to be in Freddy's room. Claire walked out of Katie's room and started looking for Freddy's room. The door across from Katie's room had 'Freddy' painted on it, along with an anarchy symbol. Claire opened the door and sighed as she saw more clutter than there had been in Katie's room.

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