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7-Doubles

"Hey, Lil, you were right!" called out Vera as Lilly and Scotty entered the homicide department the next day.

"How so?" asked Lilly with curiosity. She took a seat at her desk as Vera pulled up another chair.

"Annabelle Martin is one of the most giving people in Philly. She volunteers at Big Brother Big Sister, she spends an hour every Tuesday and Thursday at the YMCA, she helps out in every food drive collecting food, she gives blood every spring, she reads to kids at the library every Saturday morning for two hours, and she helps serve Thanksgiving dinner to the homeless every single year. Hasn't missed a beat since the death of her sister."

"Which is kind of funny since Annabelle claims she knew next to nothing about her twin other than the fact that she liked to do things for others," added Jeffries. "I talked to a couple of the organizations and they said Annabelle simply took over all the duties her sister once held."

"I wonder how she knew which things her sister was involved in," murmured Scotty as he plopped down in his own chair.

Stillman was grinning as he joined the group. In his hands was a paper. "It'd be pretty easy taking over Annabelle's life since they were identical twins. There weren't any fingerprints found on the drugs that were found on Abby's body. But here's the autopsy report. This girl didn't do any drugs in her brief lifetime. She's as clean as a whistle."

"I wonder if Annabelle's test would come back just as clean. She claimed that Abby was the only one on drugs." Lilly studied the autopsy report before handing it to Scotty.

"Maybe we should invite her in and get her tested?" suggested Scotty.

"Already on it. Annabelle is being kind enough to come down on her own to answer a few questions."

"Think she really is Abby?" asked Vera.

"There's only one way to find out," murmured Lilly. "Let's bring in the three men from Abby's life. Calvin knew the twins when they were kids. He should be able to pick out Abby from Annabelle."

"But he said he could never tell them apart," pointed out Scotty.

"Yeah, but didn't you guys say that he mentioned how bitter Annabelle had become when he got his girlfriend pregnant? That kind of affection doesn't just go away, and if it was never there, then there's no way she can pretend to be upset about the past, now is there?"

"And why bring in the other two?"

"Because maybe they'll notice something to remind them of Abby while she's talking."

Later:

Lilly breezed into the cold questioning room with Vera on her heels. Lilly carefully took a seat, inwardly cursing her bulging belly as Annabelle glanced at her in amusement.

"When are you due?" asked the other woman politely.

"Not soon enough," muttered Lilly as Vera stifled his laughter. "Annabelle, I want you to tell me about your senior year in high school."

Annabelle shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure. What do you want to know?"

"Oh, I dunno, why don't you tell me what happened that year?"

"Okay…well, Abby died that year. Um, I hung out with my friends. I went to senior prom—"

"Who'd you go with?" demanded Vera interrupting from his position near the dark window mirror.

"Well, I went with Jeff because we were friends. It was right after Abby had died and I didn't want to go, but Jeff convinced me that we'd have some fun."

"What else happened that year?" pressed Lilly carefully.

"I don't know! It was a long time ago—I can't remember everything!" snapped Annabelle showing her irritation.

"You don't remember Calvin dropping out of school that year? I heard you were pretty upset."

Annabelle gave Lilly a quizzical year. "It was Calvin's decision to drop out. No one forced him to, and sure I was upset. He was a good friend, and I thought he was going to turn out like Abby on drugs."

"But you weren't upset that he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant?" asked Vera, raising his eyebrows.

"We were teenagers. So he couldn't keep his hands off of his girlfriend, it's not like it wasn't anything new. It happens all the time. I was offended that he hadn't taken his abstinence pledge seriously…but really, what could I do?"

"You know, that's funny considering the fact that Calvin said you had a big crush on him in high school," hissed Vera walking over to the table and leaning across it to get a good look at Annabelle. The younger woman scooted back in her seat anxiously.

"Actually," started Lilly, "the way I heard it you had had a crush on Calvin since the third grade. You raised hell when you found out he had gotten some girl pregnant. You tried to make him believe the baby wasn't his."

"I-I don't remember," murmured Annabelle shifting around nervously. She kept her eyes averted from those of the two detectives questioning her.

"See, it was Abby, your sister, who didn't really care that Calvin had dropped out. Abby said it was his decision. You remember anything yet?" Lilly sat back and waited as Annabelle wrung her hands in her lap.

Vera snorted and walked over to the glass window and rapped on it with his knuckles. "Just so you know, Annabelle, Calvin's on the other side of this glass. I wonder if he's buying your little story as Annabelle?"

"Alright!" burst out Annabelle wildly. "Alright! I'm not Annabelle! I'm Abby! I…oh god, how could this have happened?"

"You wanna tell us why you've been pretending that you've been dead these last few years?" questioned Lilly softly.

"Annabelle had no worries. She wasn't on drugs, she didn't have a screwed up boyfriend. She was so carefree. And in school—god, in school she just didn't give a damn about her grades. She never tried. She wanted to travel the world, be a photographer. She didn't want to go to college, and no one expected her too. But me, everyone knew I was headed places. Everyone knew I was going to marry Jeff and live the good life. But I didn't want any of that!"

"So why string Jeff along?" muttered Vera.

"I still loved him, after everything—all the fights, the arguments. We clicked after I became Annabelle. He had no idea. Sure he noticed some of my old habits, but he passed it off as Annabelle trying to connect with her dead twin. I freaked out when he proposed again. I'm still getting sucked into the life I've never wanted…and I don't know what else to do. I can't live without Jeff, and I can't live as Annabelle. I never thought in a million years mom would re-open the case. I thought she had found peace with it all."

"How'd it happen?"

Abby gulped, "I was with Jeff that night and I got a call from "Max" asking me to meet him. He was so freaked out. I went to our usual spot and there was Annabelle and "Max". The poor guy was shaking. Annabelle was pissed. "Max" had run into her and thought she was me so when he asked for a hook-up I guess…I guess she figured out what I had been doing in my spare time. I was a total wreck after Jeff and I broke up. That's why I had gotten back into drugs. They're great stress relievers.

"In the alley, Annabelle started yelling at me. She was tired of getting mistaken for me whenever she was walking around town. The only ones who could never tell us apart were the druggies. They were always fucked up on drugs. "Max" took off because I had started yelling too. I was just so fucked up—I needed help. After all the yelling Annabelle said she'd help me out. That she would get me into a rehab and help me kick the habit. I mean, what else are sisters for? She wanted to help me out…

"The next thing I know my dealer comes out of nowhere with a gun drawn. I had been a little short on cash—I owed him money. Lots and lots of money. I guess he freaked out when he saw there was two of me. I'd never let on that I had a twin. He was pissed. He was frothing at the mouth and demanding all the money I owed him. Annabelle, Annabelle got in front of me and pretended she was me. She tried to calm the guy down, but it was useless.

"And me, I couldn't do anything. I was cowering on the ground, trying to hide behind a trash can and then…and then the gun went off. I screamed and another shot went off. When I finally looked up, Anna was on the ground. She wouldn't answer me when I shook her. And all that blood." Abby broke into a sob. "I didn't know what to do. It was all my fault…I guess I freaked out. I sat there for like twenty minutes until I decided that Anna wouldn't have wanted her death to be in vain.

"She knew that I didn't want to go to college…she knew I envied her. So I knew it would be alright if I became her. I didn't like my reputation as it was…killing me off was just so simple…that way no one would ever think bad about Anna. So I did it. I turned into Annabelle."

Lilly shook her head. "Why didn't you come clean earlier about all of this?"

"Because I was afraid that he'd kill me too," whispered Abby closing her eyes against the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Who were you afraid of?" questioned Vera quietly. Before Abby could answer a gunshot echoed from beyond the glass window.

"Scotty!" Lilly gasped and tried to get to her feet, but doubled over in pain.

"Stay here!" ordered Vera as he ran out of the room. Lilly didn't answer as she felt herself slip to the ground. Abby was at her side in an instant.

"What's wrong?" she asked hovering over the detective.

Lilly winced in pain and clutched her stomach. "I think I'm going into labor," she murmured with tears in her eyes. Outside the room another gunshot was fired, freezing both women in their spots.

A/N—A horrible spot to leave you at, but bear with me. Thanks.