A/N: Hey all, sorry for the delay in posting, but life's been hectic and the site was down last night when I finally got time to post :( I'm glad you're all still holding on with me…I hope you guys like this chapter. I promise more is to come soon. Yay! Instant Star tomorrow! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 13

The evidence holding Tommy was not strong, but it was enough to keep him in custody. He was currently sitting in the all too familiar interrogation room when the Detectives Berk and Jones were called out of the room moments before. He sat with his head in his hands, wondering how he was going to get out of this. His lawyer kept reassuring him everything was going to work out, but his pessimism was keeping him from looking at the bright side of all this.

Just as he was thinking all hope was lost, the detectives entered the room, Berk looking apologetic.

"Mr. Quincy, new evidence has come into light and we'd like to apologize for the inconvenience."

"Excuse me?"

"It seems, our forensic pathologists have proven that the wounds made to kill Mr. Snow are almost physically impossible for someone of your stature." Detecive Berk explained.

"So, I'm cleared of all charges?"

"Yes, you are. Again, I apologize for any inconvenience." Detective Berk stated, looking genuinely sorry.

"Can I ask what your report says?"

"Basically, our suspect is most likely female, probably about 5' 2", slim build, right handed." Tommy's mind flashed quickly back to a few nights previous.

"It was so real…"

"It was Just a dream Jude."

"Mr. Quincy?"

"Yeah?" Tommy said, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Tommy said, mentally shaking his head. Jude did not kill Mark Snow. He knew it. It was a crazy thought. It wasn't possible. His mind kept telling him. "Am I free to go?"

"Yes, you can go." Tommy nodded and left the room.

Jude didn't kill Mark Snow…she wasn't even in the area…it's impossible. He reasoned, stepping into the lobby of the station where Jude and everyone at G Major was waiting. Jude ran over to him and threw her arms around him. It was obvious she had been crying and he wrapped his arms around her and held her, his hands running through her hair.

She couldn't have killed Mark. He thought again. Then why do I feel so concerned?

Later that Night

"No," She said, and struggled against him. He smiled tauntingly at her and kissed her roughly. She pushed him back, but his hands grabbed hers and pinned them to the wall above her head. She was trapped and she knew it. She did the one thing she could, she began kicking and he backed away from her. Jude ran down the alley and leaped into a dumpster to hide herself. She felt a cool metal brush against her and she felt for what was against her leg. It was a small blade, but as she ran her hands down the edges, she could tell it was sharp.

She held onto the knife handle as if her life depended on it. She heard footsteps approach the dumpster and she bit her lip so she wouldn't make a noise. The lid to the dumpster opened and Mark peaked in on her. He reached in and Jude thrust up with the knife, cutting Mark's hand. He let out a scream of pain and Jude climbed clumsily out of the dumpster and ran to the entrance of the alley. A hand grabbed her and she spun. Mark held onto her arm.

"Let go of me." She said, her voice shaking.

"Never," He said, pulling her to him and Jude plunged the knife into his chest. She watched in horror as he backed away from her, pain on his face. The knife was still lodged in his chest and she felt her legs shake with the reality of what she had done.

"No," She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. "NO!" Jude Harrison had just killed a man.

Jude bolted up in her bed, gasping for breath. Her breathing was fast, as if she had just run several miles. Her heart was racing and her pulse was racing, a cold sweat covered her body. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a deep breath to try and settle her nerves.

Her mind went back to the same dream she had been having every night. She pictured Mark's lifeless body as the knife was thrust into his stomach. She could feel the hot blood on her hands and his shocked eyes as the knife gut through his flesh.

Jude felt bile rise in her throat and she leaped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She released the contents of her stomach and rinsed out her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror and stared into her own haunted eyes.

"I killed him," She said, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion. She looked down at her right hand and saw it was shaking. She clenched her fist, but the shaking didn't stop. Her whole body took up the movement and her legs couldn't hold her weight any longer. She fell to the floor and stared blankly at the tiles before her.

"I killed him," She muttered, curling herself up into a fetal position.