Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Without a Trace.

Author's Note: This is my first Without a Trace fic, so be very nice to Nimmireth, yes? I made up a lot of stuff. So if it doesn't make sense, that would be the reason. No flames, constructive criticism…you know the drill… Enjoy…And REVIEW!

Jessica

By: Nimmireth

Prologue

Saturday, March 25th 2006. It was 5:30 in the evening and seventeen year old Jessica Elise Spade was sitting on the edge of her bed, music stand in front of her, practicing a concerto on her shining sterling silver flute. Her light blue denim jeans were decorated in many different colored permanent markers and her short sleeved black top bore the words "Got Flute?" Her eyes were a beautiful pale blue and her hair was shoulder length, curly and blonde.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking came from outside her room. Jessica removed the flute from her lips and placed it on her lap, brushing her hair away from her face. "Yeah," she said as she looked at the door in front of her.

The door opened and a 51 year old woman, Jessica's mother, Theresa, with short, thin, blonde hair leaned into the room. "Dinner's almost ready," she said. "How does spaghetti sound to you?"

Jessica shrugged. "Fine, I guess."

"Okay," she said as she began to close the door. "Oh, by the way," she continued as she opened the door again. "Alexander called…again; he wanted to know when you can see him."

She sighed. "I call him later; I want to eat first," she said as she pulled out her flute case and began to clean her instrument.

"Okay, come on down when you're ready," her mother said. She closed the door and went back to the kitchen. Jessica concluded putting her flute away, put it in her white closet and went down to eat.

Dinner was silent at first with the clatter and clanking of forks hitting porcelain bowls. But then suddenly, Jessica's mother placed her fork next to her bowl and laid her hands on the table. "Jessi," she began. "I don't want you seeing Alexander anymore." Jessica froze for a second or two, but then continued to eat. "Jessi, did you hear me? I don't want you seeing him any—"

Jessica snapped her head up. "I heard you, mom," she said, not loudly but irritated.

Theresa nodded. "Okay," she said as she picked up her fork again and continued to eat. The two of them sat in silence for a moment. "You're going to the movies with Claire and Paige at 7:00, right?"

Jessica nodded. "Yep," she said as she continued to twirl her fork in her bowl of spaghetti.

After dinner, Jessica cleaned up and packed a brownish green messenger bag with money, a sweatshirt, a pair of sunglasses, her keys, cell phone and driver's license. She threw her bag around her shoulder and left the house.

She never returned home that night; she had just left, without a trace.