A/N: Wow. People actually reviewed… and liked this! Dang… lol. Well, I think it is fair to warn you now that if you are easily offended, please refrain from reading any authors notes that appear in the beginning of the story. I have been known to be a cruel and sarcastic little bitch. Just warning you! Anything you need to know will be in the ending authors notes. Well, review!

-Emily—

Oh yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I am not the same person who wrote the other stories on this account. If that's not obvious. This is my little sister's account. I just didn't want to write this on my account D

Disclaimer: If I owned this… Hrm, what would I do. OOOO! I would corrupt the characters. And then take the money and buy CSI!


"Hey, you've been really quiet lately. What's up?"

"I'm fine. I guess I'm just not feeling so hot." Her forced smile didn't convince him. He took a deep breath.

"Lizzie, you know we are going to have to talk about this."

"Talk about what? About what happened? We got drunk. We made a mistake. There is nothing to talk about!" Panic flashed in her eyes.

"Bull shit. You know as well as I do that that was not just a drunken mistake."

"I…I cant talk about this right now. Really though, I'm fine. I have to go. Later."

The conversation replayed over and over again in his mind, like a bad movie. God, why hadn't he scooped her up in his arms and told her that he loved her while she still had the chance? Why had he let her walk away?

Gordo let his head bang against the back of the stiff chair. He played nervously with the small coin that he had found in his pocket.

"Did you see Lizzie the day she disappeared?" the detective was asking.

"Early that day." He softly replied, not looking at the man.

"Is there anyone who would want to hurt her that you know of?"

"No."

"What about boyfriends? Was she seeing anyone?" Gordo abruptly stopped fiddling with the coin. Should he tell the man?

"No." he finally said. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Are you telling me that she was seeing no one? What about your relationship with the victim? Were you two ever involved?" Gordo slowly lifted his head to meet the man's eyes.

"Listen, we slept together about a month ago. That's it. We weren't dating or anything like that." He answered slowly. The detective nodded and jotted something down.

"Just one more question. Where were you on the night that she disappeared?" Gordo looked at him in shock. He couldn't believe that he had anything to do with her disappearance! Could he?

"I was with my parents watching a movie."

"Your parents?" Gordo shrugged.

"Yeah."

"Well, thanks for your time. We'll probably need to talk to you again later." He nodded as the detective let himself out.

"God Lizzie, where are you?" He mumbled out loud.


At that same moment, Lizzie was pushing a strand of her sweaty hair from her face as she scooped up a plate, filled with grease-soaked food (at least she thought it was food.) as the smell from the plate drifted to her nose, a wave of nausea came over her. She gagged, almost losing the plates.

"Hey child. Watchya do' in? Your gonna drop the food!" scolded the woman, taking the plates from her hand. Lizzie sprinted away to the nearest exit, retching violently as she got outside. A moment later, she felt a big hand pat her on the back.

"You ok?" Came Maddy's rough voice.

"I think so. Just morning sickness." Lizzie groaned mentally as she realized what she had just said.

"Your pregnant?" Asked Maddy, not very surprised.

"Yes." She admitted.

"Figures." Lizzie looked at her curiously.

"Listen, darlin', we'll talk 'bout this later. After shift. 'K?" She nodded, wiping her mouth.

"Ok. I guess we should get back to work." Said the girl.

"You feeling up to it?" she shrugged.

"Not really, but the last thing I need is to get fired."

"Suit yourself." Lizzie followed Maddy back into the diner only to be greeted with the smells of the 'food'.

"Joy. More jerks to serve." She grumbled, picking the platter back up and exiting the kitchen.


A/N: Short little chapter, and kind of shitty. Sorry. I was at a horse show all weekend and I am seriously tired. Maybe it I'm nice, I'll write some more soon. But only if you review!

-Emily-