Emma drove to the Sheriff's station and rushed into Acosta's office.

"Emma, you can't just come in here; what are you doing?" Acosta asked.

"I know the connection between the recent murders," Emma informed him.

Acosta got up from his desk, closed his blinds and door from the other officers. He turned to her, still standing in front of his door, "Is this a supernatural thing?"

"No." Emma shook her head.

"Then how do you know what the connection is?"

"It's me. The connection is me."

Acosta put his hands on her shoulders, moved her to sit down, and sat back at his desk. "What do you mean the connection is you?"

Emma leaned forward, putting her hands together. "Well…have you found any connections?"

Acosta reclined in his chair. "Not yet, but why do you think you're the connection?"

"Billy, he and I told each other 'Hey' or 'Good morning' everyday and Tatum's locker was next to mine – she was another acquaintance of mine. The killer is going after everyone in my life and considering what has happened in this town…" Emma shrugged, looking to Acosta for verification.

"While that may be true about Kieran and Piper, it wasn't true about Drake. So, I can't use any of what you said for this investigation."

Emma sighed and stood to leave.

"Officially," Acosta added.

Emma thanked him and he told her to go back to school.

During lunch, Noah had his tray of food and was making his way to eat outside with his girls.

Noah tripped on something and fell to the floor, his food falling off his tray and onto the cafeteria floor, he heard the deep laughter of whom he assumed to be the ones bullying him. He quickly turned to see who it was, this time he saw the culprit, giving him the bird.

Steve Orth, the basketball star of Lakewood.

Of course. Noah thought to himself. He turned back to pick up his tray and a person knelt down to help. Thinking it was Hector, Noah looked up with a smile, only to see the young officer he got trouble with Acosta, Roberts.

"Nasty fall there," Roberts said in an exaggeratedly caring way, being obvious that he was truly not sympathetic. He grabbed Noah's arm and helped him to his feet.

"Aren't you going to do something about that guy?" Noah questioned, irritation dripping from his words.

"He didn't do anything illegal," Roberts simply put. "And, as I've come to learn in this job: it's not the bullies that you have to worry about, so much as the bullied."

"Wow, what an asshole you are. Why are you even here?"

"Acosta stationed me here until the murderer is found." Roberts looked up and down on Noah.

"I'm not the killer."

"I'm sure that's what everyone thought about Brandon James when he was being bullied."

Noah glared at the officer.

"I'll get you a new tray of food."

"Don't bother," Noah told him. He then shoved his tray into a garbage can. "I lost my appetite." He stormed out the cafeteria.

Once with the girls, Noah bummed a power bar from Brooke.

"Did you not get lunch?" Brooke questioned.

"I did, but I tripped and it went all on the floor."

Brooke whispered to Noah, wondering if it was his bully.

Noah nodded.

Brooke gestured her eyes to Audrey, but Noah shook his head.

"What?" Audrey pried loudly.

"Easy," Christopher said, motioning his hand downward, telling Audrey to keep her voice down.

Brooke and Noah looked to each other and simultaneously answered, "Nothing."

The rest of the lunch was had in an awkward silence, occasionally broken by Emma or Christopher.

After school, Christopher texted Audrey to see if he could hang out at her house for a while.

Once there, Audrey asked Christopher why he wanted to hang at her house.

"Emily and Red are arguing…again," he put simply, with vulnerability in his words and on his face.

Audrey hugged him, not knowing this was going on in his life, she asked how long it had been happening.

"Almost two weeks now. They have their good days, but they seem to argue more than not." He looked dejectedly to the floor.

Audrey put her hands on his shoulders. "This is really bothering you, isn't it?"

"They might not be my parents, but…"

Audrey hugged him and the two stayed in her room, keeping each other company.

Emma was at work when TJ came up to the counter.

"Hey, TJ," Emma greeted.

TJ smiled and said, "Hi, Emma."

"How can I help you?"

"I was actually wondering if you would have time to do that interview."

"Oh," Emma paused, looking away from the older man, clearly not comfortable. "I just…with everything going on, I don't think it's a good time right now."

TJ nodded. "I understand." He started to walk away.

"I'm sorry."

TJ stopped, and without turning back, he replied, "You should reconsider, Emma. Because you may never know if there will be a 'good time' here in Lakewood." He proceeded to leave the coffee shop, with Emma staring in mild disbelief.

She was shocked by what he said, she had never thought of Lakewood in that way before…maybe…maybe he was right.

Back with Audrey and Christopher; it's past dinner time and the two are still in Audrey's room, but now they have moved on to making out.

Audrey grabbed his hand and put it on one of her breasts.

Christopher pulled his lips from hers. "You know, I'm not here just for that, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Audrey replied quickly.

"I don't want my drawing make you think that I NEED to have sex with you or anything like that."

"I understand," Audrey said, exasperatedly.

"Good." Christopher went to continue the make out session, but was stopped after one kiss.

"You know, I'm not dumb enough to believe the stereotype of guys JUST wanting sex is true about all guys, right?"

"I know, I just didn't want you to think I was part of said stereotype."

Audrey grabbed his face and looked him square in the eye. "We haven't been together for long, but I know you well enough to see that you're not dating me just for sex. You're a teenager in high school just like me and you're horny just like every other teenager."

The last line of what Audrey had said caused the couple to laugh.