A/N: Hey guys! I was originally planning to post last night, but I was overcome with a massive migraine and was unable to think straight enough to review the chapter and make sure it fit the new ones that I had previously wrote. So yeah, that kind of put a cramp in my plans. I'm happy to say, I'm better today, still have a dull pounding, but for the most part, migraine is gone. I have to say, this update is a short one, but I'll get the next chapters squared away and hopefully post once again this weekend. I'm also going to add my new fic, Cure My Tragedy, so if you're interested, please check that one out.

Again, I'm glad you guys are so supportive of the fic and I promise I'll get writing so I can update once again this weekend. Enjoy chapter 15, even though it's relatively short!

Chapter 15

Tommy left the recording booth and stepped up to Jude. One look at her face told him everything he needed to know. Jude met him in the center of the mixing room and she hugged him tightly. Tommy kissed the top of her head and she glanced up at him.

"I want this to be over." She said, her voice conveying her pain. Tommy rubbed his hands up and down her back in comforting strokes.

"I know. Me too." He whispered to her. Jude backed out of his embrace and began to pace. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked her. Jude stopped in mid pace and stared at him.

"I just…I remembered something…about that night." She said, and wrapped her arms around herself. Tommy stared questioningly at her. "I remembered just after the interview was over…I probably should have told Detectives"

"Jude, honey, talk to me." Jude stared at Tommy a moment and stared up at the ceiling and then at the floor. He walked over to her and put a hand under her chin and forced her head up to meet his gaze. "You can tell me." She took a shaky breath.

"I remembered…I left the studio and mom called me. She had me go to the store on the way to her house to pick up a couple things she needed to make dinner. Tommy, I was not even 2 blocks away from where Mark was killed." Tommy's mind turned over the information. The trip to the store…her dream…it all fit. Realization slammed into him like a freight train. There was a strong possibility that Jude Harrison really did kill Mark Snow. "Tommy?" Jude said, trying to get his attention. When he snapped himself out of his thoughts, he saw Jude's eyes had tears in them.

"Hey," He said softly, pulling her to him in a comforting hug. "You didn't kill Mark."

"How do you know?" She whispered, her arms circling around him and gripping him tightly.

"Because, I know you." He said, and in his mind, he added I'll prove it.