Finishing The Job

Chapter 2: Suspicions

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Karmine: The reason it's all about J.J. is because the story takes place around her. But don't worry… she goes away for about 3 chapters… along with Ryan Wolfe. You'll find out later. Thanks for the Review!

SammieCSIMiami: Thanks for the review. I'm glad you liked it!

Tvfanatic217: Don't worry… Ryan Will be in this one more than the other one. Thanks for reviewing! And you update Fake soon!

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The plane landed a little ahead of schedule. J.J. stopped when she got outside the air port to look for the address she was going to go to tomorrow. When it was in her hands, Conner came up and slammed into her. J.J. dropped her bag, it's contents spilling all over the sidewalk. A frustrated groan found it's way out of her throat.

"I'm sorry about that." Conner hid his accent as he bent down to pick up some of the things on the ground. He slid the address into his jean jacket.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have stopped in the middle of the sidewalk." J.J. just shoved everything into her bag.

"It was my fault. I should have been looking where I was going."

J.J. gave him a confused stare. He looked and sounded so familiar to her. But she didn't know. "Have we met before?"

"No. I'm Jacob Webbs." Conner gave her a fake name as he extended his hand and some of her stuff off the ground.

"Jenn." She quickly shook it.

"Nice name. It's very pretty."

"Than go find someone your age with that name. Not a sixteen year old."

J.J. flagged down an on coming cab before Conner could keep talking to her. She didn't like the ominous feeling coming from him. As the cab rounded the corner, Conner pulled out his labtop again. He typed in some codes. The screen went black. Than a map of Miami popped up. A red dot was steadily moving up Plave Road.

"That was too easy." Conner chuckled evilly as he headed towards a white pick up tuck.

J.J. reached the Ramso Inn. When she entered the room, she was in awe. It was a huge light pink room. But than it wore off when she realized it was just like her room back in Nevada… only lighter. J.J. immediately went to sleep when she got into the room and she touched the bed.

She woke up bright and early the next morning. Again she flagged down a cab. She told the driver to take her to 188 Main Street. She arrived at a normal two story house. Dogs were barking out back, wanting to get back in. Their dogs couldn't be out side longer than 15 minutes without barking. J.J. walked to the back and lifted a flower pot on the small back porch. Sure enough a spare key was under it.

"This must be where he got it from." J.J. chuckled.

She quietly opened the door as the three dogs ran past her to there water bowls.

"Mrs. Rockwell? Are you here?" J.J. yelled as she slowly walked through the back door. "Mr. Rockwell? Jessica? Anybody home?"

J.J. heard faint talking coming from the living room. As she got closer, she could tell it was the TV. She rounded the corner and froze with fear. Mrs. Rockwell sat on the couch with a knife stuck in the back of her head. Jessica laid on the floor, stab wounds in her face and neck. A blood pool was formed under her. Mr. Rockwell was nowhere to be found. Slowly J.J. backed up. When she turned around, she found Mr. Rockwell hanging from the stairwell.

After she called the cops,. She waited outside and sat on the back steps. She placed her head in her hands. It was bad enough Pete was dead. Now his whole family was dead, the only people who treated J.J. and Rachael as their daughters when their parents died.

"Jenn?" someone called her name.

She looked up and saw Horatio standing over her, sunglasses in hands.

"Horatio…. I didn't do it. I swear."

"I believe you."

"Who would want to do this?"

"I don't know. But we'll find out."

"I'm going to take a walk and clear my head. Don't worry… I won't leave Miami."

J.J. walked by all the cop cars and hummers. She sat on a bench in a near by park. After about ten minutes, she realized Horatio was there. She looked at him as he took a seat next to her.

"J.J…. I need to know… why were you at the Rockwell house."

"My friend, Pete Rockwell from the CIA, was killed last week. I was coming to tell them and make arrangements for his family."

"Did you touch anything?"

"The door and the phone. They were like my family when I was away from my real family. They understood what me and Rachael were going through."

"You going to be alright?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"Hang in there" Horatio said as he stood up and put on his sunglasses.

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Was that good? I'll try to put the next chapter up soon… I think.