John had called both Eve and Michael before leaving the cemetery to tell them to meet them at the station. Both Eve and Michael were there when they arrived, Bo had filled them in on what he knew. The minute Willow got out of the car Eve engulfed her in a tight hug, tears in her eyes she whispered to Willow, "I'm sorry baby, its gonna be ok. I'm here for you."

"Thanks Mom" Willow said calling Eve mom for the first time. Eve smiled through her tears when she heard it. John and Michael heard it too and smiled at each other. Willow was finally feeling like she was part of the family. As Eve let her go Michael hugged her too. He squeezed her tight and said, "what ever happened we will get through it together."

Natalie and Rex pulled up as Michael was letting Willow go. Rex came up and simple took Willow's uninjured hand in his. He thought at first she would pull away from him but she simply gripped his hand tightly saying nothing. Eve saw this and smiled. Willow had found her self a keeper she thought.

"Let's get this over with," Willow said taking a step toward the stations front door. "I think I might need a lawyer. I'm not sure though."

"We can have Hugh listen in as well if you want. He is the ADA he could tell you if you need a lawyer." John said and Michael grimaced. He didn't like Hugh.

Willow nodded in agreement, dreading what was gonna happen next. She was going to talk about the very things she had spent 6 and ½ years trying to forget.

With that agreement the group headed into the station and into Bo's office where they waited for Hugh to get there. Willow didn't want to begin with out him. After about 10 minutes of everyone sitting uncomfortable silence Hugh came in and asked why he was there.

"Because I am the reason there is a music box killer" Willow said grimly. "If you want to tape this go ahead. I don't think I can do this more then once."

Hugh suggested they move to a conference room where there was more room since there were 8 people in the room. As they settled in the conference room Willow took a seat at the head of the table, Rex sat to her left holding her hand while John sat on her right. The others sat around the edge while Hugh set up the recorder.

"Please don't interrupt, this is going to be hard enough as it is." Willow asked everyone before she started. When they all nodded she took a deep breath and began to speak. She stared at her hands, not wanting to look into anyone's face.

"It started when I was 14. I wanted to sing. I loved singing. I was good, at least I thought so. My foster parents wouldn't let me. Even though I had graduated high school they didn't want me to leave the home. They wanted the check." Willow said in a flat voice. "I left the to go find a job singing. I may have been 14 but I looked 18 and I had a diploma so I was able to find work. I started working in a club called Paradise Island in a town called Frankville in Ohio just out side of Cleveland. Things were good for about 2 months. I had friends, a best friend her name was Jeanna Henders, We moved in together soon after I started working at the club. I had a place to stay and money to spend I was happy."

"After about 2 months the letters came." Reaching into her purse Willow withdrew a bunch of folded letters and placed them on the table. "I threw out the first 10 or so but they kept coming. One every day. At first they seemed harmless, telling me how much the person loved me, how good they thought I was. Then they started to get possessive, weird even. Telling me I belonged to the him, I figured it was a guy anyway. That's when I called the cops." Willow snorted and then said, "a lot of help they were, all they kept telling me was that unless there was some threat made they couldn't do anything. This went on for 3 months before the guy actually contacted me by something other then the letters."

"He called me at the club. Told me I was his, that I had better stop talking to other guys. He said he would punish me if I didn't listen. Of course I called the cops. There was anything they could do. He didn't out right threaten me nor could they trace the call. They told me not to worry that he was just some weirdo looking to scare people. He certainly scared me. I was living in fear. For the first time in my life I actually had control and then it was suddenly gone. I didn't want to let the bastard win." Willow said with a note of determined pride as she relived the memory.

"So I kept living my life, I sang, I hung out with my friends, I flirted with guys. They still didn't know I was 14, The only one who knew was Jeanna. I had managed to convince everyone that I was 18. Until our apartment was broken into. Jeanna was home. He raped her and took my journal and some of my clothes and my music boxes. I had a collection, he has them now. Well now you have some too." Willow said indicating the music box sitting on the table at the far end of the room, pain in her voice when she told them about Jeanna's rape. "That's how I know it's the same guy."

"I was so afraid. I knew I couldn't keep up the act anymore. So I came clean to the police. They refused to believe anything I had to say after." Willow continued with remembered anger and bitterness. "They called me a pathological liar and just left. They didn't even care that the guy had raped someone. A psycho was stalking me and had raped someone and they just left us to deal with it ourselves!"

John kept silent but he understood now why she didn't put much faith in the police. He didn't think he would have much faith in them either if it had been him in her shoes. Listening to her tell her story, he marveled at how she had handled it. He didn't think anyone could go through so much so young and still end up to be such good person. He also knew she probably blamed herself for her friends rape. He knew how it felt to blame yourself for things you couldn't control.

"He kept calling and leaving messages for me. He left dead roses on my door, always white. They used to be my favorite, I can't even look at them now." She said sadly. " He started to call my other friends asking them where I was, telling them that he was watching me. Eventually they stopped hanging out with me. Every one but Jeanna. Jeanna was only 17 but we were best friends. She stuck by me when no one else would. And it got her raped. It was my fault. If I had just done something anything it wouldn't have happened." The words pouring out of her as she relived all the guilt that she felt.

"She didn't blame me though. She still wanted to be my friend. 2 weeks later she found out she was pregnant by that monster. I don't know how but he found out. A week after she found out she was pregnant Jeanna received a letter from my stalker saying that he was going to take her baby and kill her so that he and I could raise it together. We didn't know what to do. We were so scared. I had saved up some money by then and she had some too. So we just ran."

"We took off and headed for New York, figuring we could get lost in the city. It worked, for months we didn't hear anything from him. We thought we were free." Willow shook her head. "How young and naïve we were. For 6 months we lived in warehouses and ate from dumpsters hoping that we could finally have a chance to have a life. I found a job at a strip joint in Brooklyn waiting tables. It paid good and I was desperate." She said ashamed. She hadn't wanted anyone to know about that part of her past. "I convinced them to hire me, they didn't even care that I wasn't old enough."

"Jeanna and I found a apartment and she started going to the doctor for checkups. She wanted to keep the baby no matter how it came into existence. Everything was going well until 2 months later." Willows voice shook and she was trembling.

"We can stop now for a break if you need to." Hugh said. He was horrified that someone so young had to go through so much. He ached for the terrified young girl she must have been. He could hear terror and helplessness she must have felt, it echoed in her voice as she relayed the story.

"No, I need to get it out. I'm almost done." Willow said finally, getting herself back under control. She looked around the room at all the faces. Their reactions ranged from stunned sorrow on Bo's face to black rage on Rex's face and Eve and Michael looked like they were about to cry. She took a breath and began again this time making eye contact.

"2 Months after we got the apartment I came home to find the door wide open and Jeanna missing. I ran for the phone to call the police but someone hit me from behind and knocked me out I was tied to a wall. My stalker came into the room and I recognized him. He had come to hear me sing almost very night the second month I worked at the club. I spit in his face and he beat me till I passed out."

"When I came to I begged him to tell me where Jeanna was. He cut me loose from the wall and dragged me into a dirty little room. He had her tied to a bed." Willow choked out. "It looked like he had injected her with something. She began to go into labor about 10 minutes after I got in the room." As willow talked she relived those moments in her mind. She had been so scared then. She remembered how Jeanna had looked, so scared and in so much pain.

"He wouldn't take her to the hospital. She was bleeding. There was so much blood. Too much blood. I knew she was going to die, so did she. She begged me to take care of her baby. As she pushed out her child her daughter, she begged me to take care of her. ME. What did I know about kids? But I promised her." Willow said, sadness and despair in her voice and shook her head and clenched her hands together.

"Jeanna died a little while later. She didn't even get to name her. I named her. I named her Isis because she had to be a little goddess to survive what she had. He acted like we were a family and he called Isis our daughter." Willow choked out, her voice cracking with suppressed emotion, tears streaming down her face. "I played up to him and pretended to do what he wanted hoping he would let his guard down."

"He always was looking at me and telling me how beautiful I was. He kept touching me, like I was his possession but he never raped me. 2 weeks went by, but one day he was looking at me and I knew, I just knew. He was going to rape me." As Willow shuddered with the memory Eve stood up and went to her, taking her hand and murmured that it was ok, she was ok now.

"He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I rolled off the bed and on to the floor then half-ran, half-crawled towards the door but he caught me. He flipped me on my back and tore off my shirt. I was hitting him and screaming. I reached for something, anything to hit him with. That's when I grabbed the fire poker. I hit him with it and he dropped like a stone." Willow sobbed tears running in a stead stream down her face. "I hit him and there was blood everywhere. He looked dead."

John pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort her. "Its all right, You did what you had to do." He said in a soothing voice. He was confused when she shoved him away.

"No! You don't understand. After I hit him I rolled him over to check his pulse and he was still ALIVE. I was so angry, I wanted him to be dead! I was so angry, I stabbed him in the chest with the poker!" She said in a hard voice.

"I left him bleeding on the floor, he was still alive and I left him there to die. I wanted him dead. Jeanna was dead so he should be too!" Willow explained fury and hate warring for control in her voice. "I just wish he had died that day!"

"I grabbed Isis and his keys and took his car! I left him there to die! Why didn't he die?" Willow asked, her eyes showing her anger and fear.

"I thought he was dead. I really thought he was dead." Willow said.
So I took Isis to a friend, I knew she would take care of her. I couldn't take care of a baby. I loved her too much to do that to her. I planed to go to college and get my degree. Then I would make money so I could take care of Isis," she explained.

"That's what I did. When I turned 16 I went to college. I also enrolled in martial arts. I wanted to be able to protect my self. I didn't want to be helpless ever again," she went on in a her voice flat again.

"I'm smart. I've always been smart so I triple majored. I got a full academic scholarship, including room and board and spending money." She said with out a trace of conceit. "I wanted to help people solve crimes and I also wanted to make money so I decided to major in Forensic Science, Criminal Psychology and Business Management. I originally planed to only work criminal cases in my business but they don't pay that wall so I branched out, but anyway that's where I met Darren. He was in my chemistry class. We started hanging out and eventually fell in love."

Rex winced at the word love but continued to hold her hand gently. He could deal with the fact that she had loved someone else. He just hoped she could move on. He hoped she would move on with him. He wanted with Willow what Natalie had with John.

"I never told Darren what happened in my past and he accepted that I just couldn't talk about it. We had been seriously dating for about 3 months when he proposed to me. I said yes and but as he went to put the ring on my finger I felt a sharp pain in my back and then I passed out. When I came to I was in the hospital. They told me that Darren was dead. That someone slit his throat." Willow said brokenly.

"The police said it was probably a robbery since all my money and jewelry was gone. Darren had been robbed as well. I was heart broken but I still had Isis to take care of so I finished college and started my business. When I finished, Isis was happy where she was so I left her where she was. I visited her often, I was Aunt Willow. The rest you know."

Finally done Willow felt wrung out, emotionally drained. She sagged back in the chair while everyone else sat in stunned, horrified silence.