AN: Takes place right after Season Two. This is my first DH story, R&R please!
Chapter 1
Orson walked up to her door and knocked. "Oh, hello!" Bree's cheery voice said, "I wasn't expecting any visitors today, so the house is kind of a mess." Orson handed the bouquet of flowers to Bree and stepped inside.
"That's alright," he looked around and saw one blanket that wasn't folded. Everything else was in a particular spot and placed there just so.
"Would you like something to drink? What can I get you?" Bree was filling a vase with water for the flowers.
"No thank you, I'm fine. I came here for a different reason," Orson walked over to the off-white couch and sat down. "You know Susan's friend Mike?"
"Well, of course. What about him?" Bree had placed the flowers in the vase and put it on the counter. She was now smelling each and individual flower. "Did something happen?" Bree was now fixing her bun which had come down a bit.
"Yes," Orson rang his hands out in his lap. Bree returned to smelling her flowers. "He got hit by a car last night. Well, that was the police report. Apparently he was found in the road. I was going to tell Susan, but I don't think I could. I mean, I barely know her, so I thought you could tell her, since you're better friends," Orson dropped his head and smirked. Bree smelled the large red flower now.
He stood once more and walked over to Bree's fallen body. He pulled black gloves out of his pocket and put them on. He picked up the flowers, dumped the water out of the vase, and put it back in it's just so spot. After checking her pulse to make sure she was still alive, Orson left the house; Bree still unconscious.
AN: A very short first chapter, but this is just getting the story started.