Millie woke up to her phone going off, she opened one eye to read the name and answered it, "Daddy!" A low chuckled game from the other end, "Hey Mills, I was just calling to see if you got that damn vamp yet?" she nodded although she knew he couldn't see her, "Yes, I did. Just last night actually." She sat up, "You'll never guess who I ran into last night!" He was silent for a minute, "Well, who was it?" Millie smiled as she stood up and walked to her suitcase to pull out some clean clothes, "Sam Winchester." Her dad chuckled, "I'll be damned. How is the idjut?" She shook her head, "Doing well, in all sense of the word. He has a gorgeous girlfriend and an interview for a law school coming up." He sighed, "He always did want to do something else with his life, but did he have to choose law?" Millie shrugged, "I don't know it could come in useful for us someday." He sighed again, "Well, since you're on your way home, do me a favor and stop over at Garth's. Sounds like he's havin' some trouble with a ghost." She rolled her eyes thinking about her goofy friend, "Yeah, sure no problem dad." He said goodbye and hung up.
Millie jumped in the shower for a quick rinse and then made a mad dash to her old friends. Within a few hours, she pulled into a familiar driveway and walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Several moments passed until the sound of shuffling came towards the door. It opened to reveal a very skinny man wearing striped pajama bottoms with a white t-shirt, "Millie! Am I glad, to see you, come on in." Garth waved her in with a smile, "I just woke up, but I can whip up some breakfast if you like?" She nodded, "Sounds great, Garth." He showed her the way to the kitchen, "I'm just gonna go change. I'll be right back, just make yourself at home." Millie smiled, he always said that. It didn't matter how many times she came over. She supposed it was one of the things she liked about him; he was always polite.
Millie took her shoes off and laid them by the door, her feet padded softly against the wooden floor. She poured some orange juice and sat at the table. There were several articles talking about the recent death of a local cheerleader. She was 17, held good grades in school and her boyfriend was very adamant that he didn't know she was intoxicated when they set out for a drive. Garth walked in shortly and began making pancakes, "Yeah, that's the case I am working on now. Nothing seems to be happening to the boyfriend…just his sister and her group of friends. I can't for the life of me figure out the link." Millie nodded as she sipped, "So what's happened to the sister?" He pulled out plates and silverware, "Well for starters, any guy that's mean to her; even in a joking way gets hurt. One teacher was thrown from his car. Thank goodness, he's alive, but he's in ICU. The boyfriend hasn't had anything happen…physically, but his stuff gets moved around a lot." He flipped several pancakes onto a plate and handed it to you, "What's baffling about it all…is that the sister just moved to town. She had no connection to the cheerleader at all."
Millie smiled, "Thank you…well, I'm here to help if you want?" He nodded as he sat to eat his own, "I'd like that, a fresh pair of eyes never hurts." She nodded and sipped her juice, "I'd have to agree with that my dear friend." After they had finished catching up from over the past few months, it was time to start re-examining the job. Garth was correct when he said there was no connection between the sister and Tabitha, the cheerleader. Millie pulled up her car up into the boyfriends' family driveway. Garth sighed, "Alright, lets interview this guy again." She rose an eyebrow, "What's up buttercup?" He smiled, "Just flashbacks from my own time in high school. His type and I never got along." Sighed she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sadly, I know exactly what you mean…high school wasn't friendly to me either." Together they quietly walked up to the front door.
It didn't take long for someone to answer the door, a girl about 15 smiled, "Hey, Garth…any news?" Garth smiled, "No, I'm afraid not Melanie." He turned towards you, "This is my friend Millie, she also works in the Paranormal field, I called her in for some assistance. Would it be alright if she came into to get a feel of the place?" Melanie nodded as she stepped off to the side, "Brett, Garth is here!" Slowly the boy from the newspapers made his way downstairs, "Sup, man…" He smirked over at Millie, "This your nerd of a girlfriend?" Garth blushed slightly, "No, uh, this is my friend Millie. She's going to help with the investigation." Brett rolled his eyes, "It's just a ghost, why is this taking so long?" Millie bit the inside of her cheek before talking, "So…what can you tell me about the activities of this ghost?"
He ran his fingers through his hair, "Not much…it really has done anything to me. My stuff gets moved around sometimes but that's it." Melanie leaned against the living room doorway, crossing her arms, "Most of the stuff happens with me; I have no idea why." Millie nodded and walked into the living room, looking around. She spotted a purple bracelet on Melanie's wrist, "That's beautiful." Melanie thanked her and sat on the couch, "So, are we finally going to have a séance or something?" Millie grimaced outwardly, "Those really aren't that helpful. All kinds of things could come through, and then we'd have a hell of a bigger mess to deal with." The girl nodded as she nonchalantly picked at the bracelet. Millie shrugged over at Garth, "I'm not feeling anything, buddy." He nodded, "I know, it's like the spirit knows how to hide itself…"
Brett started to walk into the kitchen, "You can go ahead and show her my room. I have to get to football practice." Garth waved goodbye to the kid and led the way upstairs, "I told you it a real cold case." Millie replied, "Yeah, but this is weird. Usually I can pick up some kind of feeling…this is just empty." He shrugged as he opened the door to the kid's room. Clothes were tossed in the corner, books scattered on the desk and his computer was still on. Millie closed the door behind them and began to rummage around through things. Garth creased his eyebrows together, "Mills, what are you doing?" Millie laughed, "Garth, he's a teenage boy. You think he isn't hiding stuff around…think again." Together they both looked through drawers and then Garth noticed a wooden panel was off, "Look here." He knocked on it and the corner came up slightly. He pulled it up to reveal a shoebox, taking it out he opened it. Millie walked up beside him, "Good god, who know that's what we would find." Inside were pictures of Tabitha and another girl, nude and making out.
Millie grabbed one of them, "Look, Garth! The bracelet; the one Melanie was wearing. It belonged to Tabitha." There in photo, on Tabitha's wrist was the bracelet. Millie kept the photo, tucking it into her back pocket, "Let's go talk to Tabitha's family." He nodded replacing the box and floor panel. Once out in the car, Garth sighed, "I should have thought about teenage boys hiding things." Millie smiled as she pulled out of the driveway, "It's alright, you probably didn't think about it because you never did anything like that. The two guys I grew up around…they were always hiding stuff." Garth smiled, "Having siblings of a sort must have been nice." She shrugged as they drove across town, "It was okay, but I definitely enjoyed it when they were gone too." He pulled out an address and told her how to get there. Two hours later the investigators found themselves still talking to the parents. Millie groaned as the quietly as the mother continued to prattle on about her precious Tabitha and the beauty pageants she'd won.
Finally, the father brought the conversation around to where she and Garth could ask a few questions. Mostly the answers were stuff they already knew, until Garth asked about the bracelet. Mrs. Thompson tilted her head to the side, "Yes she always wore that bracelet. It was weird that it wasn't on her…her sister Brenda made it for her before she passed away from cancer a few years ago." Millie nodded apologetically, "I'm so sorry to hear that." The parents said something but Garth kindly interrupted, "Is that Brenda? There in the photo above the lily's?" The mother smiled, "Yes, it is." Millie looked over to it. She slapped her hands down onto her knees, "Well, thank you for your time. It was very nice to meet you both." She stood and shook their hands. She and Garth practically ran outside to the car. Garth clapped his hands together as Millie made the drive back to his house, "Oh, thank goodness! Now we can help this poor girl out, all thanks to you Mills." Millie blushed at the compliment, "Nah, you would have figured it out eventually. Who knew that Brenda and Melanie would practically look like twins?"