A/N: I dedicate this story to my bestest-hate friend, Ert. She's the one who inspired me to write this story. Please give this a chance. I'm sure it's been done before, but hey, what's another interpretation? I also want to state, I own nothing, just my ideas, and any character you do not recognize, which will probably be none :D. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tru was having a great day. A day that couldn't be ruined. She gets to the Morgue, where she's presented a body. The body of her enemy Jack Harper. She feels releaved that she no longer has to deal with 'death'. But when Jack asks for her help, Tru has to save the one man she would rather not.

Redemption

Prologue

"You don't have to do this," I said, pleading with the girl standing on the edge of the building. She was suicidal. She was going to kill herself. Didn't this young teenager know what life she could lead? That the people she thought didn't care about her really did? No one is really as lonely as they think they are. There's always someone who really cares. I mean, hate's as good as a feeling as love. You can't hate someone and not care about them. It's just a different kind of caring.

"Yes I do. You don't understand. They want me to be perfect. The model daughter, friend, student, and I'm not. I'm just me." The girl said, tears in her eyes.

"You're standing there on that edge, thinking to yourself, no one cares about me. The world would be better off without me, right? Well, I care. I don't want to see your insides splattered on the pavement below us. Think about your friends, your family; what is your death going to do to them?" I asked, trying to get the girl to think logically for one second.

She shook her head violently and I thought she was going to loose her balance and fall. I stepped closer, cautiously. I knew if I made one wrong move, the girl would plummet to her death and my efforts would be for nothing. This girl was not supposed to die today. She didn't understand that.

"They don't care about me."

"I care. You're too pretty to be a corpse." I said, feeling that this young blonde girl would be literally throwing her long life away if she jumped off that building. It was sad really, how many people felt hopeless enough to end their lives a day.

"I'm not pretty." The girl muttered, but glanced nervously down at the ground and back at me.

"It's a long way down, isn't it? Over 20 stories. I don't know how long of a fall that is, but I know it's a hell of a long time to fall." I said, looking over the edge and back at her. I held out my hand.

"Let me help you down. Come on, I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems." I said, trying to get this girl off the edge of the building. Come on; don't make this harder than it needs to be. She looked nervously between my hand and the edge of the building; as if she was afraid of me. Honestly, if this girl is crazy enough to jump off a building, grabbing a strangers hand to help her get off the edge of a building should be nothing. She nodded and held her hand out, and took mine firmly. She stepped slowly down, and I grabbed her waist to keep her from falling. Crisis averted.

"Thank you." She said. I smiled back at her.

"You're welcome," I said, and stepped away from her. "I hope it all works out." I said, starting to take my leave. I got to the door to the stairwell and her voice stopped me.

"Please, what's your name? I want to know who saved my life."

Without turning to face her, I said "My name is Jack. Jack Harper and I opened the door and walked through it.

She wasn't supposed to die today. I saved her; and they say I'm death.

4 Hours Later

I walked into the City Morgue, feeling nothing could ruin this day. It was great; besides the fact Jensen was still gone. He had left on a family emergency and haven't heard from him since. I miss him, but I know he's busy. I just hope everything is going to be ok.

I stepped into the morgue, and shouted out a 'hey' to Davis.

"Hey Tru." He greeted, and turned to look at me. "You seem happy today."

"I am. I woke up this morning, and I just knew it was going to be a great day. Nothing could ruin this day for me." I said a big confident smile on my face.

"I think you should rethink your hypothesis Tru," a voice said. I turned to see Gardez rolling a stretcher in with a dead body covered with a plain white sheet. I groaned.

"Can't this city go one day without someone dying?" I asked, walking over to see who the latest victim was.

"You're not going to believe this one." Gardez said, looking slightly glum.

"Why?" Davis asked, snapping on his gloves and stepping over to the body.

"The victim was killed with a gunshot to the head. My hypothesis? Jack Harper was murdered." Gardez stated.

"Whoa, back up. Jack Harper? As in the guy who used to work here Jack Harper?" I asked, feeling stunned. Jack was dead? Than that meant, I won. I beat death. I held back a smile.

"Yeah, the one and only. Strange uh?" Gardez said, pulling back the sheet for Davis and me to see. I stared down at Jack and felt momentarily sorry for the guy. I mean, he was possibly murdered and here I was, feeling triumphant over his death. There has to be something going on here. I couldn't get that lucky. Jack Harper isn't that easy to get rid of. I turned to Davis.

"Can I talk to you a minute?" I asked, tilting my head to the office.

"Yeah, sure." Davis said. We started to walk away when I heard a voice whisper my name.

"Tru." I turned my head, a feeling a dread washing over me. Oh, no. It can't happen. Not him. Not now. His head snapped towards me, his dark eyes pleading. "Help me."

"Shit." I stated and the day rewound before my eyes.