Harvelle Supernatural

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A/N: Sex scene in this.


Chapter 26: Exile on Main St.

I aimed the gun, legs apart, and arms in the proper position before firing. I continued firing rounds until the magazine was empty. I put the gun safty on then lower the weapon onto the small table. People were still firing on the gun range. I've been coming to Ralph's Shooting Range outside of Columbus to fire my gun. The gun Jo given me for my 20th birthday. One of the few things I do in memory of my older sister.

Once everyone finished firing the targets rolled in. The target I used were the standard silhouette forms holding a hostage. All ten rounds lodged in the kidnappers head. I took deep breathes thinking about the times I used this gun. The first time aiming it, was at Jake Talley. First time shooting it was the girl in the wall. And the last serious kills were those infected from the croatoan virus.

My breathing was heavy from those dark memories. I have killed people possessed by demons. I killed monsters who feast on humans. Last thing I killed was a chicken on a farm for a college trip. No one had the balls to slit the chicken throat. So I grabbed the knife and slit both sides of its neck before it bleed to death. All my classmates stared at me in shock. How I didn't react the way most people do around death. Maybe it's because I killed so many times it hardly faze me.

After following regulations I left the gun range.

It has been a hard year.

Just going back to college was harder. How I have to wake up every morning with a fake smile on my face. Like nothing ever happened. Ignoring the ache in my chest or the urge to wallow in bed. Maybe I have become depress. My family was dead. Ash was dead. Amber was dead. And Sam…Sam is gone.

The only thing that kept me going was visiting Jesse in Australia while helping Sienna and Tony on the ranch. The once a month emails from Dean and the visits from Bobby. More importantly college in general. Cheryl and Derik did their absolute best to cheer me up by parties, binge drinking, and study groups. Still I was lost in the motions.

I even graduated college early. Finished in the fall thanks to summer courses and online classes. When that supposed happiest day of my life came, I felt anxious. Only my friends attended. Ironic, I sent three graduation notices. Doubt any of the receivers would attend, especially not Rufus. Why I sent him a notice beats me? Dean probably living his new life with Lisa and Ben in Indiana. So I definitely know they won't be available. And as for Bobby…he was on a case. So I got dressed in my graduation garb facing the mirror. Ellen would be proud. She always wanted her girls to graduate with a bachelor's degree.

Suspicious I received a bouquet of flowers made out of iris, oxeye daisies, and violets. On the note card said: Congratulation, enjoy the knowledge and creativity that you acquired. –Athena.

At least the Goddess of Wisdom had the decency to send her regards. Or so I thought when discovering Bobby in the audience when I received my diploma from the dean. Afterwards, I spent the evening with Bobby having a nice dinner. To have Bobby there brought peace to know family did come. It wasn't two weeks later did I move back into the salvage yard waiting for a job offer. Of course I didn't go on any cases. Though I did help Bobby in the researching field, going over in his library as he called from who knows where.

About a month later, I got a job in Columbus Ohio for a private photography firm. My job is to test out prototype cameras while going on business taking pictures for a magazine company on cross-country events. To see my photos in a magazine is like a wannabe actress seeing herself on the big screen. And seeing my landscape photos or staged feels amazing. Also I did some private family/graduate photos in the area I lived in.

And then some business man, name Mr. Crow became fond of my work and is sponsoring an art gallery for me. This was like one in a million to have an art gallery. So for an entire month I've been busy with picking photos, going out to get better images, organizing where each photo goes, and so forth. Let alone, selling my artwork as several were going to be charity and others to fund my sponsor and me. Therefore, all this work meant stress. That is why I was at the gun range. To alleviate some stress.

Once I got to my apartment I stared at the clock and sighed. The opening of the gallery will commence in four hours. I better get ready before Alfie comes rushing in. Alfie was a graduate student at Ohio State, if not part time worker at Wiener Hut. He was majoring in Engineering so the scholarship wasn't enough to graduate with a master. We have become friends recently, although I know he was interested in more than friendship. Sadly I could hardly proceed.

My dating life has been squawk. Girl's night I can deal with, but my love life has been complicated. Been on about ten dates with three guys which ended terribly or easy. I'm just not dating material at the moment. The last time I had sex was a drunken affair with a girl. Don't ask me how it happen or with who. I was lonely, drunk, and if not curious. Now my new partner is a vibrator in the nightstand.

Anyway, I closed the door to my loft apartment. An industrial layout two bedroom apartment, with an open concept kitchen and living room, with one large bathroom. Luckily this place was furnished. Although, I bought a few rugs with demon traps on it while hex bags hidden in the closet. Ellen apparently left a deposit for me on living expensive. So I'm covered for about a year, though I took three month rent and saved the rest when I desire to live in a house.

Dropping my purse on the used leather couch then went to my room to lock the gun in the safe in the closet. Inside the safe was my got-too bag for emergency, gun, Bill's knife, and the demon blade. Dean suggested I keep Ruby's knife for emergency. Putting the gun away and locked. Time to get ready for the premier!

.o0o.

Two hours later there was a knock on the door. I was touching up my makeup for tonight's opening. Tonight I was wearing a black bandage dress with a v-neckline bodice has sheer cap sleeves decorated shimmering lace. A pair of black heels, earrings, and elegant makeup. The dress was an unnecessary surprise from Mr. Crow. I never met the person, only his secretary Cecily who is prompted I work professionally and perform accurately at this gallery.

So walking over to the door, I opened it to find Alfie standing there in a suit. Alfie was the same age as I, with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Seems strange to see ya out of your uniform, Alfie." I said.

He chuckled, "Seems strange to see you in a dress, Skylar."

"Touché," I replied.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Let me grab my purse." I said. Going over to the hallway table to collect my purse, double checking to make sure Bill's knife was there and mace can filled with holy water. Always be safe than sorry. So grabbing my purse and putting on my coat before leaving the house with Alfie. We decided to take a taxi, in case we get intoxicated.

"Excited for your grand premiere?" Alfie asked.

"Yes," I said with a smile. "Also figure out who is this Mr. Crow."

"Yeah, I wonder who the guy is." He agreed.

I nodded. I truly wanted to know who Mr. Crow was. All that I could find Intel on him is a private investor in the stock market industry. Or at least that is what Cecily said. It still bothered me I have no knowledge of Mr. Crow and how much money he is investing onto this gallery. The concept of this gallery is black and white landscape. Pictures I have taken while cross country with my friends and family printed in them in black and white, with a bit of color, and then takes the image to hold a mysterious vibe. Although, I wonder if it's suitable in Ohio. New York City, Chicago, Las Vegas, maybe. But Columbus Ohio…I don't know.

When we reached the gallery, the building was very active. Alfie and I enter the building to see final arrangement being made in the catering department. Waiters and waitress arranging champagne glasses, meanwhile the Cecily was ordering people around. Cecily wore a black dress, her hair put in a bun, while wearing glasses. She turned around seeing Alfie and I.

"Ah, Miss. Harvelle finally you could make it." Cecily greeted. "And your plus one."

"Yes," I said.

"Alfie Wilson," my friend said, offering a hand being nice.

Cecily stared at his hand then looked him. "Charmed."

Cecily walked away to make final arrangements. Alfie stood there dumbfounded of the woman's rudeness. I chuckled; he surly has not met a city woman. Or at least somebody likes Cecily. I patted him on the back.

"Welcome to your future," I teased. "Or are you considering of switching majors?"

"Funny," Alfie muttered.

Stealing two glasses of champagne, handing him a glass before walking around the floor analyzing my work. Alfie followed as he examined the imagery asking stories about the pictures. I gave a sad smile as I told him the events that lead to the picture. He was intrigued, hearing the stories of my family road trips. Then we stopped at one photo with a plaque underneath.

It was a picture I took way back when on Spring Break with the Winchesters. We were driving down to Tennessee taking a different route, till Dean pulled over at a food truck. As the boys sat on the hood of the car, I bought some BBQ for lunch. When I was walking back, seeing them drinking beer, I couldn't resist, but take my digital camera out of my bag and took the picture. Of course the photo held their backs, with a pinch of their face while drinking a beer. The plague underneath was a dedication.

In memory of Sam W.

I couldn't use Winchester incase a feds were here. Let's not forget Sam Winchester is supposed to be dead in the public from a helicopter fiasco after he and Dean were capture by police. It's the least I could do. The Winchester influenced my life. They made me strong. Strong as a hunter and stronger as a human being.

"Sounds like you and Sam were a fling?" Alfie noted.

"We were," I sighed sadly. "For a short time."

"What happen?" he asked.

I couldn't say Sam sacrifice himself to be Lucifer's vessel in order to stop the apocalypse. So with a deep breath, I said, "He just disappeared."

Having nothing to say, I walked away. After a year, I still haven't gotten over with Sam. I was beginning to fall in love with him. I admire, respected, and infatuated by Sam. There was chemistry between us. Only Lucifer was the catalyst preventing it. Even with the Devil's offered…neither of us could accept it.

The gala started precisely at seven o'clock in the evening. All of Columbus socialites, politicians, business men, and reporters are here to critique my work. This event will make me or break me. If this succeeds, then it's a big step. If this becomes a flop, it's the same job or a photography store in the mall. A couple of people walked to me, complimenting on my artwork. Others asking for the story of each image. A couple of criticism, saying how dark if not disturbing the artwork was. But I just smiled and take in it all in.

"You truly capture the darkness in the world." One woman said, with curly black hair and a tattoo on her shoulder touched my hand. She held on tightly causing my ability to make me feel uncomfortable. A slight nauseating feeling and numbness coming off her and into me. Just like when I touched Wars hand. But I sensed no darkness in her. She merely smiled walking away.

I shook my head from the strange encounter. Needing to think of home, I went over to the one place close to it. The picture of Bobby's salvage yard. Looking at it now, I wished Bobby was here. Again, like all hunters he was on a case.

"Interesting perspective, yet horrific scenery." A low raspy voice said.

My eyes widen. No, he can't be fucking here. I turned my head to see Crowley standing there in a fine expensive suit. How dare he be here? After everything, he has the audacity to come to this important event.

"Mr. Crow," Crowley greeted offering his hand.

Mr. Crow…wow, why haven't I caught on. An early photographer getting a big gig thanks to a damn demon. And not any demon, but the King of the Crossroads.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Crow." I said, shaking his hand.

"Indeed," Crowley said.

"What do you want, Crowley?" I asked sharply.

"Nothing, I thought I pay you a favor after your participation in last year term of events." The demon said. "Minus the contract and kiss."

I gagged from the thought of kissing the demon. I would rather kiss a monkey than this abomination. "Seriously, why you are here?"

"Well, it is an art gallery. Might as well choose a new piece to my art collection," Crowley said, changing the topic. "In fact, I am finding interest in the Dark Forest."

"Really, the King of the Crossroads is interested in my artwork." I challenged. "I find that hard to believe."

"Then you better use your ability to figure out why I am here then." Crowley said. "Until we meet again."

"That will never happen." I sneered.

Crowley smirked, "On the contrary."

The demon walked away attending the gallery affiliating with humans. Some of the high end people stared at the demon wide eye. Guess not everyone in Columbus made it through the big leagues through work and determination. I inhaled sharply holding back the urge to leave this place. All this time I have been associating myself with demons. If I am alone with Cecily again, she is going to be dead.

However, it had me suspicious in why Crowley was here? Why does he have some sort of anticipation of me becoming a hunter again? I gave up that life because Ellen, Jo, and Sam wanted it. I promise to live in a safe life. So what does the demon want with me and my ability? Needing some fresh air, I walked out forgetting my coat and breathed in the lukewarm air.

I heaved, panting slightly. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. When I opened my eyes I stopped like a deer in the headlights. They say when a person loses someone there is a chance to see a familiar in a crowd. For a second, I thought I saw Sam in the streets. I shook my head in disbelief opening my eyes again to find Sam gone.

I sighed, "Desperation of a broken heart."

So I went back inside. Back into the lion's den, except I collided into that woman from before with the tattoo on her shoulder. She embraced herself, placing her hands on my arms. Again the sickening feeling is unnerving.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"No problem," the woman said. "Enjoy tonight."

She left before I could say anything the woman left. Damn, am I just emotionally compromised to think straight? Maybe I should just leave, go back home, and take a nice hot bath. Alfie would understand and Crowley can kiss my ass. I found him by the buffet table trying out new food. When he took a spoon of caviar and smeared it on a piece of bread. The expression on his face after he took a bite was hilarious. How it cringed, showing disgust.

"I prefer brie instead of caviar on my bread." I suggested.

"I'll keep that mind," Alfie grumbled.

"Hey, I'm not feeling well. I'm gonna head back." I said.

"You want me to take you back?" Alfie offered.

I would have said no, that he should enjoy the gallery. However, with Crowley and Cecily being here, and who else is a demon…I nodded. So gathering our things, we left the gallery. Alfie took out his phone ready to call a taxi. Rolling my eyes, I went over the edge of sidewalk, waving my hand calling out taxi. Immediately a taxi pulled over.

"How did you do that?" Alfie asked.

"A girl got her secrets." I teased, tapping my leg.

Alfie laughed shaking his head on the old cliché. Anyway, we got in the taxi heading back. I told the driver to stop at the collage to drop Alfie off.

"Are you sure, we can stop at your place and I can bunk in the guest bedroom." Alfie offered.

"You got a project due on Monday." I reminded.

Alfie hesitated but nodded. Once the driver was on campus, Alfie got out wishing me goodnight. I said it in return before the driver continued to the final destination.

The cab started to feel uncomfortable. As if the driver put the heater on high. I shed off my coat and lowered the window down for fresh air. Yet it wasn't enough. My breathing became heavy, sweat starting to form, and skin becoming flush. Still my body felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, can you turn on the A.C. please." I asked.

"The A.C. is on, Miss." The driver said amused.

"Oh," I panted.

My vision started to become hazy afterword. I tried to stay awake, except whatever the influence was had me in lassitude. I grabbed my cellphone to call Alfie or text Bobby for help. But the moment I turned on my phone, everything goes black.

The next time I am awake, somebody grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the vehicle. Before I could comprehend what is going on, the attacker slammed me against a brick wall. Fear consumed me for a second till getting a better look. It was the woman. The woman with the tattoo on her shoulder. Behind her were two other guys. One guy being bald while the other had short brown hair what they all have common were the tattoo's swirling around their arms and eyes turning blue.

"Djinn," I whispered.

"You handled that hit differently than the others." The woman said. "Must have dealt with us before. Peaking around in that head of yours, I know who. We'll be sure to pick Donnie up later."

"Come on, Brigitta." The bald Djinn said. "Stop playing with your food."

"Alright," Brigitta sarcastically said. "Where is Dean Winchester?"

Dean…why would they want Dean Winchester? Then I remembered he and Sam hunted A Djinn back in April 2007 at Joliet, Illinois. An older one probably pureblood Djinn. Now looking at these three, they were half breeds, just like Donnie. They must have some sort of Family relation to seek vengeance on Dean.

"I don't know," I lied.

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for him?" Brigitta demanded, her hand slinking up pressing her finger tips on my skin. A dosage of poison seeping into my body.

"I don't know…where he… is." I gasped, feeling a wave of nausea. "Last I…saw him… was a year ago."

Brigitta stared deep into my eyes seeking the truth. Somehow she saw through the lie and grabbed my pursed. She tossed it to the other guy. He dug in it pulling out my cellphone. I cursed; Dean was in my contacts along with Lisa's address. The Djinn glide over it then nodded.

"Technology seems to be your downfall." Brigitta murmured, squeezing tighter around my throat shooting another dosage of poison.

I gagged, feeling the influence of the poison running through my veins. Back in Australia with Donnie, his small accidental touches made you sick when he has his tattoo expose. But he was a child, so the dosage of poison was limited. Now a full grown Djinn is a life sentence as I felt my body beginning to shut down. I so desperately tried to fight Brigitta off of me. However I was too weak.

"Maybe I should just kill you and send a text to Dean. Let him feel the pain I felt, when he and his brother killed my father." She said.

Looking over her shoulder I see people walking passed the alleyway. Thinking of a distraction, I attempted to scream. The first try resulted in the female djinn choking me. Taking the opportunity of her closeness, I kneed her in the gut and screamed again. By a miracle the pedestrian stopped turning around running in our general direction.

Brigitta growled, punching me in the face knocking me on the ground. The poison took full affect; I gagged as water started filling my lungs. A fever consuming my body and choking on my saliva. Everything became murky. A fight could be heard followed by running and people shouting.

An individual ran up to me, laying me on my back. I looked up to see some Ohio citizen, except it was no other than Sam. The Djinn hallucination must be taking affect. As this illusion Sam pulled out a large syringe and jammed it into my chest pushing the plunger. I gasped before fainting.

.o0o.

A sound of rustling could be heard that woken me up. I groaned, grabbing my head from a terrible migraine. When I opened my eyes, I see Sam sitting on a chair by the desk reading Bill's journal. Sam…Sam, wait what is he doing here. He was in Lucifer's cage along with Lucifer, Adam, and Michael. This must be a trap or…what happen?

I sat up straight trying to find the knife hidden underneath my pillows. I grasped the silver blade aiming it at Sam. The doppelganger, shifter, ghoul, or whatever he is smirked. He set the journal down, and sat up straighter.

"Hey, Sky." The impersonator said and chuckled. I panted not sure how to take this. Sam merely stood up, walking over to me. "I was expecting, uh… I don't know, a hug, a kiss, some holy water in the face—something. But not that."

"I'm dead?" I mumbled, looking around the area to discover I was back in my bedroom. Then I realized the Djinn Brigitta gave an overdose of her poison. "Or hallucinating?"

Sam chuckled then gotten serious. "You were poisoned. So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you been seeing, it's not real. Surprisingly you weren't serious infected like most."

Crowley…Brigitta touched me at the art gallery before Crowley's arrival. Was he just a hallucination too? Then Sam's face in the crowd…was that real? "Are you real?"

"I'm real." Sam answered. "Here, let me save you the trouble."

He simply took the silver knife out of my hand then laid out his left arm cutting the area below the elbow. The wound merely bleed no steam, smoke, or skin reaction. That excluded shifter and ghoul off the list. Next Sam went over to my desk where a jug of holy water with rosary beads inside it and chugged it down. So demon is out of the picture. I sat there dumbfounded realizing this was actually Sam. Not some monster or demon.

"All me." Sam said, as a matter of fact.

I got out of bed and walked over to him. When I stood in front of him, I couldn't resist but hold his face in my hands. I stared deep into his eyes to see if this was truly Sam. Not Lucifer playing a cruel trick. Yet those eyes remained green, not angelic blue. But there was something off with his eyes though. The pupils were constricted. Let alone the sudden knowledge there was something off about him. When I touched Wars, I felt the anxiety of a soldier on a battlefield. With Sam, it's like I felt emptiness.

"Sam." I breathed.

"Yeah." He said. "It's me."

I let go of his face standing back. "How, Dean…he saw—saw ya jumped? How did ya get out?"

"I don't know." Sam answered.

"What do ya mean?" I asked.

"No idea," he explained. "I-I'm just back."

"Still, did Castiel or God or—or…no Dean wouldn't." I thought aloud. Dean wouldn't dare sell his soul for a second time.

"I don't know, I don't know where Cass is anymore. I mean, I was . . . down there, the next minute, it's raining, and I'm lying in that field, alone." Sam said, so casual like it was nothing. "It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads. Believe me, I looked… for over amonth."

"Wait, month?" I asked. "How long you've been back?"

Sam stared at me. I asked him again which he answered. "About a year."

Automatically my hand made contact to his face. The impact made a loud slap, leaving a nice red mark on his right cheek. Sam stood there wide eye not anticipating a slap. Neither did I, but the anger consumed me dearly. All what Dean, Bobby, and I went through and he doesn't have the decency to pick up a damn phone. Dean needed his brother back; he had been through hell with nightmares and drinking, that it is a miracle that Lisa helped him. Bobby wanted his surrogate son back. And I, I want my best friend, the guy I seriously loved.

"You couldn't call us!" I yelled. "Send any damn notice."

"You finally had what you wanted, Skylar." Sam said.

"I wanted my best friend back." I snapped.

"You wanted normal. You have for a long time, ever since we met. I know you. You only gave it up because you were dragged into this. The way we lived. " He said. "But you had something, and you were building something. Had I shown up, Skylar, you would have been dragged back in again."

I scoffed, slapping him again. Only this time Sam caught hold of my hand. He sighed, "I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life. And you did as promised."

I don't know what to say. I'm debating if I should slap him, call Dean, or kiss him. It started to become difficult to breathe, so I stepped back walking over to the closet to grab a change of clothes. Sam merely stood there watching me, as I attempted to grab the zipper. Sadly, with my arm still numb it became difficult. I gave an aggravated groan, considering the option of cutting the stupid thing.

(Sex scene starts)

Suddenly a pair of hands came up from behind as Sam unlatched the hook and unzip the gown. My breathing change instantly, feeling those calloused hands traced over my skin then went up to my hair removing the clip. Brown hair fell against my back covering the recent tattoo. Yet on the left shoulder Sam pushed the hair aside tracing the cursive words.

"Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep." Sam quoted the ink, leaning down and kissing my neck.

"Sam," I moaned slightly.

Sam wrapped his arms around me bringing us closer. My back pressing deep into his chest feeling his need. This wasn't right. It shoulder be consider wrong. We are finally united after a year, but under the wrong circumstance. If it was the proper way, Sam should have gone to Dean, then Bobby, afterwards I get a call from him practically dropping everything until joining the gang at the salvage yard. Not this.

However Sam's touches along my sides became addictive. His fingers tracing along the ribs until coming towards the clasp of the bra unhooking it. "I missed you."

Somehow his voice was not convincing. There was something off about him. Something that wasn't right. Years ago after not seeing each other we would hug then talk…not this. Not being so intimate. Although, the depravity of sex has aroused me by his touches that were seductive. I turned around in his arms seeing if this was true.

He cradled my cheek pressing his forehead against my own. The action so familiar, I held his face afraid if this was merely a dream. However, it wasn't as he kissed my forehead and cheek before pulling back so eyes met. And then it happens, like a flick of a switch. Removing the flannel and shirt, our chest pressed together as we kissed each other so desperately. He pressed his lips hard onto mine that it hurt a little, but I didn't care nor how rough his hands were on my body while we removed each other's clothing.

Once everything was gone, Sam stepped back till his legs hit the edge of the bed sitting down bringing me with him. We continue to kiss until his hand runs down between us, pressing them along my clit roughly. I gasped, as he rubs harder, building up speed till I was panting and wet. Pleasure surged through my nerve ending, gripping his shoulder eyes closed not wanting him to stop. Then he stops. I groan opening my eyes to see him smirk. Before I could counter it, he grabbed his member and shoved himself deep inside me.

I gasped in pain then whimpered while a few tears fell. It has been too long, so long to be full. Sam leaned forwards kissing my neck, face, wherever his lips could reach as he started to pound into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to meet his pace as we move against each other. It hurt, except it felt so good. The intensity building up deep within that I was so close.

His hand grabbed my hair, flipping us around so I lay on the bed. He grabbed my wrist and brought them to side of my head holding them there as the pace quickens. I panted unable to do anything but accept his powerful blows. Suddenly Sam angled his hip striking my g-spot that had me gasping and walls clenching onto him causing a groan to escape his lips. Automatically my legs wrapped around Sam's waist, desperately meeting his thrust.

It wasn't long before I went over the edge in a hard orgasm. Sam thrusted a few more times until he came too collapses on top of me. Unconsciously my arms wrapped around Sam never wanting to let him go. We were both a sweaty mess. Lost in our high. After a few minutes Sam pulled out lying down beside me staring up to the ceiling.

(Sex scene ends)

I turned to my side watching him.

"You should get some sleep." Sam announced.

Wait, what? I though. After having sex…that is what he says. You should get some sleep. Like what the hell.

Sighing, I adjusted myself and brought the covers over us. When I cuddled against him, he doesn't wrap his arms around me. Merely lays there lost in his own thoughts. Not wanting to make this uncomfortable as it seems. I closed my eyes trying to go to sleep.

.o0o.

The next morning I found myself in an empty bed. Sam was gone as the side where he slept was cold. On the pillow was a note. I picked it up to read what is said.

Gone to help Dean

Keep safe and I took the knife.

-Sam

My eyes widen staring at my closet where the vault was to discover it open. Quickly I ran over to find Ruby's knife gone. Then I notice something else was missing too. As I went over to my desk to find Bill's journal was gone.

What the hell!

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