All by myself. I carry my burden. I walk on alone. I am here. Can you hear me? No you can't because no one is here. No one to talk to. No one to comfort me. No one to ease my pain. So I carry my burden alone. But I am sad. These emotions I have never felt before. The pain in my heart as it beats, echoing down the corridor. The pain is so great, I think my heart is going to tear. Then.nothing. My emotions fade. I can hear but I can't listen. I can see but I can't perceive. I can feel but I can't touch. It is here that I am truly alone. My heart has wept for a companion for so long that it drove my mind away. It is here that I will stay. In this nothingness I will reside until that one person cares enough to take my hand, and touch my heart, and lead me back to the place that I was once alone.

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It was cold. The middle of spring yet the room was freezing. The local cop looked down onto a corpse. It was a young woman. Sergeant Affleck shivered as he knelt down to get a closer look. He looked up at his partner, "It's another one. Same marks on her arms. Throat Slit." To observers he looked in control, stoic. But his partner, Sergeant O'Riley saw pain and disgust written all over him. Affleck continued His eyes changed from that of an observers to those of one who was confused. "But this one's been cared for." O'Rileys head shot up from the ground she had been looking at. "Beaten horribly but her bruises and cuts have been washed. He covered her with a blanket and put her on the bed. This one's special." Hearing the grim control of his voice fading, O'Neil motioned for her partner to join her in the hall. "I know this is affecting you. Why don't you just leave it?" Affleck's face hardened. "Because this bastards been killing for 4 months now. I promised the families of these people that I would solve these murders quietly. If Major Case gets it, the press will be running a three- ringed circus around here." There was a moment of silence while his partner took in his words. "Speak of the devil." He commented, gazing through the window over his partners shoulder. Two detectives had just pulled up in a sleek, brand new SUV. Aflleck strode over to the door and blocked the entrance. He found himself looking up into the face of a detective, taller and broader that even himself. "This is a local case" His voice showing none on the emotion of before. "You have no jurisdiction here." "Actually we do." Calmly telling the local cop now showing signs of fear at the detective, now stepping threatenly closer. "There have been 7 deaths in the past four months. The DA is getting pissed. He wants this guy caught. Here's the order passing the case onto us." Affleck snatched the order from the detective, now smirking and leaning against the doorframe. After reading the order, Affleck stormed out the house, his partner in tow. "I'll send all the files and evidence to you. Have fun with you case detective." He said, voice dripping with bitterness. Detective Goren turned and grinned at his partner. "That's what I love about these locals Alex. So friendly and open." Alex Eames rolled her eyes at him. She had long since given up at her partners attempt at humor. "You know when you actually come up with something funny, would you give me a call?" She replied, pushing past him. It was hard to believe that a woman so small could ever push around someone Goren's size, but Alex was a tough woman. Following in her father's footsteps was huge battle for the only girl in the family, but Alex was brought up to believe that she could do anything a male can do, well at least anything her four brothers could do. She began her usual inspection of the scene while Bobby got up close and personal wit the body. She smiled, remembering the first time they had investigated a murder together. She had been shocked at how Bobby could get so touchy feely with a dead body, but now, looking around the room, she had to force herself to hide the laughter at the local's who where now conveniently finding work to do as far away from Bobby as they could, who was now rolling the woman over to check for more injuries. The look on his face told Alex that he had already found something that didn't sit quite right with him. She walked over and knelt beside him. "This woman is different." Bobby began, not waiting for the question. "While she was still beaten badly and killed, she's been washed, her cuts cleaned and she was put here on the bed. The bloodstains over there were where she was really killed. Special care was taken with her. It was like.like he loved her." Alex looked up at him. "Nice way to show it" She got up and continued looking for something to tell them why this woman was killed. Meanwhile, Bobby scanned the room, thinking. What could this woman have done to be killed? Why was she important? Was she a friend, a relative? Why was she different? Bobby, while creating different scenarios in his mind, didn't realize that he had been staring at the wardrobe now for over a minute. But just as he was about to, the door moved. A tiny movement, so small, he was sure he had imagined it. But something drew hi to that door. He got up, walked over and slowly opened the door.

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Oooooh what is it????? Plz plz plz tell me if its crap coz its my first fic