Authors Note:

Sorry for not updating in awhile. Fan wouldn't let me download a document. Some error or something. Anyway…

Ok I may regret making the story go like this later but oh well.

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PS: Do we ever learn the name of Susannah's mom in the books?

Chapter 12

Something was wrong, very wrong; I could feel it all the way to my tips of my toes.

My toes… I wiggled them and discovered that they where all warm and snuggly, like I was under a blanket or something.

Groggily, I opened my eyes to a pink canopy; courtesy of my mom's decorating tastes, and I realized I was in my room.

What the heck? Why wasn't I at the hospital with Jesse?

I touched my forehead where the bruise should be, and felt absolutely no pain. Next, I felt my arm, and it wasn't broken. This isn't right.

I grabbed my phone on the nightstand; the phone that was old fashion and decked out in pink (also courtesy of my mother) and dialed Jesse's number to his apartment. Maybe he could shed some light on things.

He picked up after 3 rings. "Hello?" He said in a sleepy, yet sexy, voice.

"Jesse!" I gasped, I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath while it had been ringing.

"Susannah? Are you ok?" He asked sounding concerned. I would be too if I was him. I mean, if my girlfriend called me up in the middle of the night, I'd be slightly alarmed as well.

"I don't know. I'm fine. But I shouldn't be." I said in a rush. "Jesse, what day is it?"

"It's July 3rd…Wait hold on." I heard some background noise as he sat down the phone. I heard him pick it up again. "I looked at my clock, its midnight so technically, it's the 4th. Now what's this all about?" He asked with a yawn.

I paused before answering him. It was the fourth, everying that had occurred yesterday hadn't happened yet. Could I have possibly dreamt it? That had to be it. That was a logical (at least in my world) explanation.

"I had a dream, at least I think it was a dream.…and it was yesterday, no, well, today I guess." I spoke rapidly to him. "And I figured out how Larry murdered Eric. Brad saved me. And I broke my arm-"

"Susannah. Slow down. Slow down. It was only a dream." He soothed me.

"Jesse. I don't think it was a dream. I think it was a vision or something."

"So your not only a mediator but also a psychic?" He asked sounding amused.

Why wasn't he taking me seriously? I know visions are a little crazy but seeing ghosts is crazy too.

"Ha-ha. Funny. I'm serious. It was real Jesse. It was completely real. Every single thing about that dream felt so real. What do I do?" I asked him on the verge of hysteria.

As if sensing this, he said, "Ok. Querida, tell me exactly what happened in you're dream."

I proceeded to spill the contents of my dream to him. He listened to me, and only interrupted when I spoke to fast and he would tell me to slow down.

After a moment of silence Jesse said, "Maybe it was a vision. Maybe it was to warn you? Or comfort you in some way knowing that it will end out ok?"

"Maybe…" I answered. "Maybe it was to make sure that it happens that way."

Ok. I was starting to confuse myself. To many theories where forming in my mind causing me not to make much sense.

Lucky for me, Jesse understood my gibberish.

"So what you mean is, maybe you had the vision to ensure that the day will play out the same way it did in your dream. Only problem is that now I know you go to the station and get hit on the head and break your arm. Something I won't ever let happen to you. Which changes the dream.

"I think that maybe you had the dream to ensure that it doesn't happen that way. So you can change it." He was fully awake now. The yawning he had been doing had ceased.

"Tell you what Susannah. Try to sleep some, and I'll come by the station in the morning and we can figure this out."

"Come during the morning conference meeting. We can take a look around Larry's desk." I told him.

"Alright, Goodnight quierda. Get some sleep." He repeated.

Sleep. Right, like that was going to happen.

But after I said goodnight to Jesse, amazingly I did. Sleep, I mean.

Luego>/p>

The next morning I felt my mother shake me awake.

"Susie! You over slept honey. We need to leave in 10 minutes. I guess you slept through the alarm." She said and stroked back my curls from my face.

"Are you feeling ok? You feel warm." She asked touching my forehead.

I nodded. When I had fallen back asleep I had the same dream again and again causing a night of stress.

"Yeah. I'm fine it's just a little warm in here, that's all. I'll get dressed and grab a pop tart and we can go." I replied giving her a weak grin.

She hovered over my bed for a moment and studied me like Doc does his science experiments. Finally she left me to get dressed.

Still in my bed, I glanced over at the chair where I had thrown the clothes on that I was going wear today. I had picked them out the night before. It was the same ones from my vision.

The Bermuda shorts, and black tank top sat there taunting me.

Well, maybe I should make things different like Jesse said. I thought to myself. I went into my closet and pulled on a green Betsy Johnson dress and shoved the other clothes onto the closet floor.

Later, I found myself in the conference room sitting next to my Mom as Larry handed out the drinks, just like in my dream.

You put foxglove in his coffee every morning for the past few months. Something not really difficult for you to do because you bring us coffee every day.

"Hey Larry…Do you always get the coffees?" I asked as he handed me mine, the words from my dream echoed in my head. I watched his face, wanting to see if he would falter or give me any sign that he had been poisoning Eric.

"Ever since I started working here. I also make sure everyone gets what he or she wants too. Like you Susannah. You like yours with cream." He said proudly.
"Why do you ask anyway?" He replied cheerfully, without skipping a beat.

So much for a dead give away.

"No reason. Must cost you a lot." I replied with a fake smile.

He laughed and continued handing out the coffees. Oh gag me.

Angela came into the conference room shortly after the meeting began. She walked over to me, and bent down whispering into my ear, "Susannah…Your hot boyfriends here to see you."

Angela turned on her high heels and left the room.

I smiled at my mother and excused myself from the meeting. No one objected since the only reason I was there was to clean up after everybody when they are done ( I was really supposed to be "learning what its like in broadcast news").

Yeah right.

I walked over to Jesse, who was speaking to Angela. He must have been saying something pretty amusing since she giggled, seriously giggled, and blushed. Ew. She was 30 and hitting on my boyfriend. I must put a stop to this. I went into total girl mode.

"Hey Jesse!" I said cheerfully and came up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. He was so shocked that he forgot his PDA (public display of affection) rule.

After 15 seconds of smooching, reality sunk in for him and he gently pushed me away.

"Nice to see you too." He muttered and gave me a smile making me melt.

I glanced at Angela who rolled her eyes and started filing her nails, like usual.

Success. Take that Angela, Jesse's mine.

"Come on." I said to Jesse. He followed me and we found ourselves in front of Larry's cubicle.

"Everyone's in the conference room except Angela." I informed him.

From where the two of us are standing, we couldn't see Angela. Which meant she couldn't see us (I hope).

"For how long?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Another 20 minutes at least." I replied and opened the bottom draw where I knew the jackpot would be.

"Looking for the foxglove from the dream?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"After you called, I looked the flower up."

I paused before moving the notebook out of the way.

"What did you find out?" I asked looking up at him.

"Have you ever heard of the television show Psych?" He asked.

"Yeah. Andy makes my Mom and I watch it all the time. It's pretty funny." I replied.

"Well, apparently there was an episode of that show where a guy murdered his coworker using foxglove. See, the guy he murdered had a heart condition and the murderer knew this. So the murderer made sure that he would bring coffee dosed with foxglove in it everyday. To take the suspicion off of him, he'd bring all of his co-workers coffee. Anyway, the flower weakened his heart causing a heart attack." Jesse finished.

"I saw that episode a while ago. Do you think that Larry may have seen the episode and played copy cat?" I asked frowning.

"Very possible." He replied.

I thought about this for a moment. Sighing, I leaned back down to the drawer and picked up the notebook causing a piece of paper to fall out.

I stooped down and picked it up.

Thanks for the scoop Larry. I promise to keep my mouth shut.

-Anna

Very interesting.

I bet Anna found out about Larry's killing and used it to her advantage to make sure the paper got the first scoop.

"Susannah…" Jesse whispered clearly not paying attention to my note and to me.

"Yeah? What is it?" I asked still looking at the piece of paper.

"Didn't you say that in your dream there was foxglove in the bottom of the drawer?"
"Yeah. Under the notebook." I replied looking at him.

"Well…there isn't any."

I looked down at the drawer and saw that he was right. The foxglove was nowhere in sight.

Well, so much for my vision. Our murder weapon had vanished.