Chapter 2

"Alex? Hey, Alex? Alexandra Drake!"

Alex snapped out of her thoughts, she looked at her friend. "What?"

"What'd you do, decide to tune me out?" her friend, Vince, the officer at LA police station, asked with a smirk.

"Sorry," Alex apologized. "What do you got?"

"So far, jack squat," he told her as he set some photos down on the desk. "These don't have any clues what-so-ever. I don't see how they'll help now that we actually checked them out."

Alex sighed while bending down slightly, placing both hands down on the desk, and eyed each photograph. "We must have over-looked them. There has to be at least one clue."

"If you can magically make something appear in these pictures… we're screwed."

"Not yet, V, not yet…" she said still eying the pictures. "Did you find anything in the paper work?" she asked, raising her eyes up from the photos and to him.

"Uh…" Vince grabbed a folder and flipped it open. "The only thing I managed to get is a name…"

"What is it?"

"A uh, Dean Winchester…"

Alex's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Come again?"

"He was charged for murder in St. Luis. This guy faked his own death. Now, he's back, and at it again."

"Where is he from?"

"Why do you want to know—"

"Just tell me."

Looking questioningly at her, he glanced at the paper again. "Lawrence, Kansas… mean anything to you?"

Alex shook her head. "No. I heard that name before, but don't know anybody personally by that name."

"Whatever you say," Vince shrugged.

They discussed a few more things before Alex looked at her watch.

"Do me a favor, fax the paper work to me at my place, and send the photos over the computer," she said grabbing her jacket off the edge of the desk and started to leave.

"Where're you going?" Vince called out.

"I got something I need to do."

"All right…" he said gathering up the paper work and headed toward the fax machine.

Alex walked to the entrance of the building, pulling on her jacket before she made her way to her silver BMW.

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Alex stood in front of a building, near an alley. Her back pressed against the side of the building, waiting for it…

She saw a shadow of someone walking, and she hoped it was whom she was waiting for, other wise she'd have a lot to explain. Stepping away from the building, she jumped out and grabbed the person. A fight broke out immediately between the two.

The fight seemed to last forever, she thought, and she didn't realize how strong he was going to be. She got down on her knees, and did a low kick to his legs, causing him to fall on his back. She jumped onto him, pressing her leg against his chest, pinning him to the ground. "Where are they, Mitch?" she asked while she kept her grip on his arms, keeping them above his head, while she held the stake in the other, ready to stake him in the chest if necessary.

"I won't tell you a damn thing!" he hissed, his fangs showing while he spoke.

"Oh, really?" she asked. "Wrong thing to say, buddy. If you won't tell me, then I'll just have to kill you and then get a hold of one of your vamp friends."

"Nobody would ever tell you, bitch."

"I guess all of you will die, then…"

"Hey!"

Alex lifted her head up at the sound of a male's voice. She saw a man standing a few feet from where she was. She couldn't make out who he was, but she didn't care.

She let out a sudden gasp when the vampire kneed her the best he could, trying to get the upper hand of the situation. She fell off him, hitting the pavement hard, losing the stake in the progress. The vampire staggered to his feet and took off before she had the chance to retrieve the piece of wood, and get to her own feet.

"You idiot!" she all but yelled, now facing the new visitor. "You made me lose the only chance to get answers!" she quickly walked up to him, a look of anger and frustration on her face.

"I thought you needed help. I saw you two fighting, and I thought…" he tried saying.

"Did it look like I needed help?" she asked with a slight tone.

"No…"

"No. So therefore, I didn't need help. God!" she sighed heavily and decided to calm herself down before she kicked his ass. "Next time, buddy, mind your damn business."

"Jeez, I was just trying to help. You don't want help, fine," he said turning away to leave.

"Hey, I just…" another male started to say, joining them. He raised an eyebrow, noticing the tension. "Did I miss something?"

Alex eyed the second man. "You friends with this guy?" she asked pointing to the other man.

"You could say that," he replied with a nod.

"Then, tell your friend to mind his own business," she said stepping toward the side of the building, grabbing her bag off the ground. She started to leave when one of them called out to her. Sighing, she faced them. "What?"

"You dropped this…" the second, taller man said stepping toward her, holding her necklace.

"Thanks," she said grabbing the necklace from him and put it back on. She saw him title his head to the side. "What?"

"Uh, nothing really, just that… that necklace, it looks rather similar to one I gave an old friend of me."

She held the end of her necklace, keeping the end of it tangling in the air. "I'm sure there are similar necklaces out there," she said. "Now excuse—"

"AD…" he quietly said, still eyeing her necklace, noticing two letters on it, and his eyes grew wide. "Alexandra Drake…"

She stared at him, realization dawning on her. "Sam Winchester…"