Well, here we are with another chapter of the story. Quite soon too, considering I have four stories on the go. So, thank you for the reviews:

yellow-faith- Thanks for the review, lol, a crappy one eh? I think I will make it rather good. Lol, I'm glad you thought the last chapter was the best -)

Ayane Murdoch- Where else would you put a coffin? I couldn't think of anywhere else it could go. But, oh well. Thanks for the review!

Right, on with the story, please not the day is Friday 13th April 1912, I do believe that is right, and then you have Saturday 14th, wait, no, that's wrong. No its Saturday 13th isn't it? It set sailed on Wed 10th April didn't it? Can someone get back to me on this please?

Right, here we go:

CHAPTER FIVE

INVESTIGATING

Daniel awoke with the sunshine hitting his pale face. He squirmed slightly on its relentless gaze, hoping that he could just roll over and go back to sleep.

No rest for the wicked, he thought, as the brunette climbed out of bed.

He slipped onto his private promenade deck, throwing the windows open wide and breathing in the salty sea air. The clear air helped him to think of the last few days, help think of the loss he had suffered, but yet, he started to smile, thinking of the good times he had shared with Kathy, and hoping that she was in a better place now.

"Morning" A voice said, waking Daniel from his reverie.

The tall man turned and was met with Keisha, who had just rolled out of her bed in the living room.

"Good morning, how are you feeling today?" He asked, as the dark skinned woman joined him leaning out of the window.

"Never mind me, what about you?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

Daniel found her gaze captivating and inviting and couldn't help but smile.

"A lot better actually, though I do intend to find out who did this, I think that dwelling on the end of Kathy's life is not healthy, I think I must look back on the happy times we shared, like this one time…"

Daniel talked to Keisha about all the good times he had shared with his cousin, talking about how they went to all the exotic places around the world.

"Thanks for listening to me; it means a lot that I have someone to talk to." Daniel said when he had finally finished talking.

Keisha laid a hand on his arm, an innocent gesture that left his pulse racing.

"It's not a problem, really, it was interesting." She said, talking as though she was breathless.

"Thank you again, I will meet you in here for lunch, but I need to sort some things out." Daniel said, withdrawing from her touch in an attempt to clear his senses.

After a quick bath, Daniel proceeded to get dressed in his luxurious bedroom. He wore a black shirt, black waistcoat and a black tie with the usual black trousers, for today was a day of mourning, and he had to dress appropriately.

He left the luxurious state room at 11:15, hoping that he might catch Rose having tea in the Veranda Café, for he needed to talk to her about the events of last night, see if his suspicions had been correct.

He nodded to several people along the corridor, smiling at people he knew from dinner. Daniel reached the café and found Rose having tea in a corner by a window. Ruth was there also and seemed to be arguing with Rose over something.

Daniel made his way through the wicker tables and reached the place where they were sitting.

"Good morning Rose, Ruth, I am so sorry for interrupting, but may I have a quick word with you Rose?" Daniel asked, looking straight at Rose.

Ruth started to mumble a rejection as Rose stood up. "Certainly Daniel. Goodbye mother, I will see you for dinner."

Daniel tried his best to ignore the glare Ruth was giving him, and as a result, waited to see she was out of eye sight before talking.

"Rose, what really happened last night, Cal may be stupid enough to believe the propeller story but I am not."

He heard Rose sigh as they continued walking down the wooden decks.

"You are right, I was not trying to look at propellers, I was trying to end it, it just felt like I couldn't go on, and, the only way to stop it was erasing my presence on this world." Rose said, each word dripping with emotion.

"But then a man saved me, a Mr Dawson from steerage and he made me feel as if life was worth living, much like your Miss Stevenson I believe." She said, looking at him with her deep green eyes.

Daniel nodded, his suspicions confirmed.

"Have you thanked Jack yet?" Daniel said, immediately cursing his straightforwardness.

"You know him?" Rose asked, turning abruptly to gaze at Daniel. The brunette nodded weakly, looking at Rose expectantly.

"No I haven't thanked him, but he is joining us for dinner so I daresay I can do it then."

Daniel grabbed the arm of her posh floor length dress and hurried down a white flight of stairs.

"Where are we going?" Rose demanded, agitated by Daniel's laugh.

Eventually, the two reached the Poop deck, and once again there were many of the third class passengers sitting around, many playing with their children.

"Why have you brought me here of all places?" Rose enquired, smothering the creases on her dress.

"To thank Jack." Daniel said as he walked over to an Italian friend of Jack's he had met yesterday.

"Hello there sir, I was wondering if you could tell me where Jack Dawson is." Daniel asked, hoping he sounded formal in front of Rose, not wanting to embarrass her.

"No, my name is Fabrizio, non sir, and Jack is over there." He said in his rich Italian accent, pointing to the railing at the end of the ship where a blonde haired man was leaning over.

"Hey Jack." Daniel said as he got near the young American.

Jack turned on the spot, recognising Daniel's voice.

"I'm sorry I wasn't at the party last night, something terrible happened." Daniel said, breaking off mid-sentence as he saw Jack stare at Rose, who was standing nervously behind Daniel.

"I take it you have already met my friend Rose?" Daniel said, unable to keep the smile from his face.

Jack totally ignored Daniel and walked straight up to Rose.

Well, sparks certainly do fly on this ship, he thought as he saw Rose's eyes light with happiness as she saw Jack.

The two walked off, leaving Daniel to his own devices.

He stood there for a moment, and then realised he needed to see the Captain. He nodded at Tommy who was waving and withdrew his pocket watch.

Hmm, I will have Lunch first, he thought, as he started to head back to his state room.

Twenty minutes later, he stepped into his living room. He proceeded to the promenade deck as he saw Keisha staring out into the blue sea.

"Let's get some Lunch shall we?" Daniel said, as he crept up behind her, causing the woman to jump and smash a plant pot.

After half an hour wait, lunch arrived for the twosome, to be eaten on the promenade deck. Daniel quickly declined the service of a maid as he took the trays from a servant and the door.

Lunch passed in silence on both parts, for they did not know what to say.

"I found this; it might have been from the killer." Keisha said after a while, withdrawing an elbow length glove from her dress pocket.

Daniel quickly grabbed the expensive item and fingered its silky fabric in between his fingers.

"This would only belong to a first class passenger." Daniel said slowly, realising the depth of this crime.

"I must see the fabric, I will be back later to order you some dinner but until then, stay in Katherine's room out of sight, I just pray the killer did not see you to."

Daniel quickly called a maid to clear away the dishes and he left for the bridge at top speed.

He ignored the sunshine and the sounds of the waves crashing against the side of the boat. He only cared for the answer to his problems.

"You are not allowed in here sir. I am sorry; the bridge is out of bounds." An officer said, that Daniel recognised as someone called Lowe.

He stormed passed the young welsh man, slamming him against the wall. Daniel stole a glance at the equipment used to steer the bridge before proceeding to the Crew's Mess Hall, where the Captain was dining, or so he assumed.

Luckily, his assumptions rang true as eh entered the plain hall. All of the crew members in there stared at him, wondering how a passenger got in here.

"Captain Smith, I found something in my state room that may be of interest to you." Daniel said, breaking the silence that had filled the room like a contagious disease.

The Captain looked up at him, not recognising who he was.

"You are not allowed in here Sir, could you leave please." The white bearded Captain said.

"I know that, but then, a corpse was not supposed to be in my state room last night, sometimes things happen."

The Captain's eyes widened at this statement as he recognised Daniel's character.

"Ah yes, please come with me Sir, we have some things to discuss."

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"My other maid found it on the promenade deck. It must belong to a first class woman, for no other passenger would own such an expensive item."

Daniel was in the Captain's private room, seated on the other side of a heavy wooden desk from the man himself.

The Captain looked compassionate and somehow angry. Daniel liked the kindness this man displayed, and couldn't help let his anger dissipate.

"You are right of course sir, the investigation that was taken out by the Master of Arms last night brought up no results, and I'm afraid that we can't know who did it."

The Captain looked pensive. They had already discussed the possibility of calling a meeting with all of the first class passengers, but that seemed out of the question.

"I will just have to find the criminal myself." Daniel said, staring out of the window.

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There we go, I hoped you like it, I know for me the chapter is quite short, but I felt that this deserved its own chapter, and it meant I got to update sooner.

Please review and leave your thoughts.

Dan.