A.n: Been very busy lately from trying to catch up on things from my vacation at the beginning of this month.

I know this chapter is short, but at least it's something, right?

Mort sat at his chair, infront of the laptop placed on his desk. There was a good amount of writing. Four of Five chapter actually. Good chapters. No, not good but great chapters. But they were just like his old writings. They were dark, with dark thoughts, and possessed brutal, unsolvable killings, murders. But the murder wasn't really unsolvable, was it?

No. No, Derek had hung himself in his closet. It wasn't Mort's fault that he did. Who knew what Derek was thinking at the time, maybe he wasn't even thinking. "Right?" He questioned out loud, accidently.

"Mr. Rainey, ain't a good thing to be talkin' to yourself." The thick accent came from the door and Mort's eyes jumped away from the screen to the door. "People will think you've gone crazy."

Mort only sat there, mouth slightly hung open as he stared at Shooter. What was he doing here? Mort wasn't crazy, right? Right. Shooter was the crazy one. He was a no-doubt psycho. "What do you want?" He called to Shooter, snapping out of his thoughts as he stood up. Mort stormed down the staircase and stood infront of the door, glaring at him from behind the screen.

"Credit. Thanks."

"For what? What have you done that you need a 'thanks' for."

"For my idea, your newest story." Mort scowled and Shooter continued on, "You're using the idea, aren't you?"

"No." Mort said firmly "Now leave."

Shooter raised his eyebrows in surprize but let them drop back down as he put a knowing smile on his lips, "There are more things to give me credit for besides the story that you supposedly ain't using."

"Oh really? Like what?" He demanded.

"Getting Derek out of the picture."

Mort felt a lump in his throat as some of the anger melted away. He guessed that Shooter had killed him, yet hearing him admit to the crime... Oh God, did Shooter did this because of Mort? Did he know that Mort wanted Derek dead, forever out of Katie's life? He couldn't. Mort didn't say anything to Shooter about Derek. It wasn't possible. It wasn't.

"I believe I need a thanks for that. Now it's just Katie and you."

Mort's tounge went to the bottom of upper jaw as the 'th' sound began to form but Mort immediately stopped. "You're a murdered. Murderers that kill innocent people should go to prison...and die there."

Shooter narrowed his eyes, "You might want to look in the mirror then. You're one, too."

"I have never done anything like that! Never! And I never will! Maybe you could the the exception though...LEAVE!" And with the Mort slammed the door shut and turned heel quickly running up the stairs, skipping every other one.

Once in his room, he slammed that door and locked it. He let out a breath of relief once he saw the door was locked. Mort took a few steps back and let his body drop on his bed which was still made neatly. Katie had made the bed, but Mort had slept on the couch again last night, lying next to the phone, hoping for a call.

Why hadn't she called? Did she suspect him of something? Did she have the right too?

Dropping his head on the pillow, he rested his hands on his chest as he stared out of the window and the gray sky. It had been very humid earlier in the day, rain was suppose to be coming. Mort let out a soft breath as he closed his eyes softly. A low rumble of thunder met his ears but he could still tell that the storm was miles away.

It did not take more than a minute after that for Mort to fall asleep with thoughts of the storm, Katie, and Shooter piled into his mind and dreams.

Next Chapter: Well something very important

will happen, of course involving Katie.