Disclaimer: We've been through this, you know what's mine and what isn't. I don't know if there's a Fairview Mental Hospital anywhere near LA.

Chapter 4

Before he knew what was going on, the whole alley was filled with cops. They're gonna think that I did it, he thought. He started to panic as a cop tried to cuff him, he had to clear his name somehow…

"It wasn't me! A dead guy told me it would happen! I tried to stop it!"

He looked around wildly, his eyes finally landing on Darien, who was shaking his head. "Bad idea," he muttered.

"Hey!" Tobias shouted at a patch of empty space. "You shut up! This is your fault, you know. Why couldn't you stop him yourself!"

That outburst didn't help to prove his sanity in the slightest. As he was being man-handled toward a squad car, he saw Anthony and Josephine heading toward the body. Anthony looked toward the commotion, and upon seeing Tobias, muttered defeatedly, "Shit."

"Anthony!" Tobias yelled, though his voice was approaching a shriek. "You tell 'em, Hayward told me!"

In response, Anthony hurried over and, pinning Tobias against the squad car, hissed in his ear, "You need to shut up, now, or you're going to get yourself in even more trouble."

Tobias was locked into the back of the car, while Anthony surveyed the scene. After about twenty minutes, he returned to where several policemen were gathered.

"The murder weapon is missing," he told the cops, "so he couldn't have killed him. However," Anthony ran a weary hand through his hair, "I want him committed for observation."

Tobias grew more and more confused during his ride in the squad car. They weren't going to the police station, but they weren't letting him go, either. Where the hell were they taking him?

He felt both more and less confused as they pulled into the drive of Fairview Mental Hospital. He leaned forward as much as he could. "Uh, guys, what're we doing here?"

They didn't answer, just escorted him into the building, where they uncuffed him. One of the cops stood by him, with a firm grip on his arm, while the other talked to a guy in a white coat. Tobias looked around. The front doors were only about 20 feet away. He could make it if he tried. Without giving it a second thought, he jerked his left arm free, and swung his elbow up to catch his guard in the jaw. Then he spun to the right and bolted for the front door. Freedom was only a second away when a huge hulking orderly stepped into his path. He didn't have time to stop or slow down, so he ran straight into the orderly. He had about as much effect as if he had just hit a brick wall. He momentum was reflected back at him, and he found himself on his back on the floor.

Tobias tried to get up, but was soon pinned down by the orderly while lab-coat guy came over with a syringe and injected something into his arm.

"Ok, so we're going to review what we know," Vivian announced to the assembled group, which consisted of just Anthony and Rebekah. "Three murders, somehow connected. First, Darien Hayward, 28, shot. Second, Renee MacNamara, 37, throat cut. And now, Ethan Lambert, 52, blunt force trauma, probably from a crowbar or something similar. So, what do they have in common?"

"Tobias," Rebekah said quietly.

"Anything else?" Vivian asked hopefully.

"There must be," Anthony said suddenly. "Whoever did this had a reason for killing each victim. They are all connected to their killer. That's what they have in common. I have a feeling that this grudge goes way back. We're going to need to look a lot deeper to find out who did this."

A/N: Yeah, it's a little short, but I'm posting the whole thing in one day, so it's not like you're being cheated.