Introduction


Sarah Linden walked down the hallways of the apartment complex. Dressed in a brown wholly sweater, jeans, and a thick winter coat. A set of keys jingled in one hand while the other hand held a bag of Chinese take out food. She halted at a door with the number 211 on it, and put a key in the lock. The lock gave way easily, and Sarah walked inside, "Jack!" she called out closing the door behind her and walking down a short hallway. She went into the kitchen and set the bag down on the table and the keys next to it. "Jack!" she called again a look of worry crossing her face.

Walking into the other room she sees Jack sitting on the couch staring zombielike at the television. A tiny sigh of relief falls from her lips. She can relax now; of course there was no reason for her to be worrying in the first place. The custody battle was over now, and though she did lose it, she didn't need to worry about coming home to find that her son had been kidnapped by Greg anymore. There was no reason for him to do it now; he now had custody rights for Jack during out of school holidays. Jack seemed to be watching some slasher movie. "Jack did you do your homework already?" she asked him.

"Uh-huh…" he grunted vaguely, not taking his eyes off the screen, sounding like he didn't even hear her.

Sarah shook her head. It was amazing what a television will do to someone's mind, she sometimes wondered if the digital media was just another from of drugs that messed with the mind. She went over to the couch, grabbed the remote which was sitting on the arm rest next to her son, and turned to television off. Jack's reaction was like a light suddenly turning on, "Hey I was watching that!" he complained giving his mom a glare.

"Well I have dinner, so its time to eat," Sarah tossed the remote back onto the couch and headed back into the kitchen. She took the cartons of Chinese take out, out of the bag. Sure it wasn't the most nutritious meal to give her fourteen year old son, but she had at least picked out some of the healthier choices like steamed vegetables and broccoli beef.

Jack stood up with a sigh, and stretched which sounded several cracks through his body. He scoffed at the food laid out on the table, "Take out again?" he rolled his eyes but walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a fork to eat with, then opened a cupboard to grab a plate.

There meal started out in silence. Sarah however kept glancing over at her son with sadness. For a year now she had been working hard to be a better mother to him, to actually be with him more then two hours a day, and to actually make a home cooked meal for him. And as Regi seemed to point out every time they spoke, she was lucky Greg didn't end up with full custody of Jack after her actions with the Larsen case. But despite all that, she still felt like she had failed him. She still wasn't doing her job. "How was school?" she finally broke the silence.

"Fine," Jack replied automatically. This was the same conversation they had every night. Jack was never one to open up and talk about what happened while he was at school. He at least appeared to be taking the High School transition all right. The phone sitting on the table next to him started buzzing, and Jack picked it up and looked at it for a moment. He set it back down on the table with an annoyed sigh and went back to his fried rice.

"Something wrong?" Sarah asked him with raised eyebrows.

"It's nothing."

Once they were finished eating, Sarah had started on cleaning up when there was a knock on the door. "Jack could you get that?" she asked him. Who would be calling on them this late; it was almost 9:00.

Jack left the kitchen without word. Sarah heard the front door unlock then open up, "Holder!" Jack's voice cried out happily.

"What's up little man! How you been?" Holder's voice came after.

A smirk crossed Sarah's facial features. Of course it would be Holder. There was only one jerk she knew that would come by, unexpected and after dinner hours. She dried her hands with a towel and walked into the hallway. There stood her best friend and former partner Stephen Holder, wearing a gray hoodie and that same black jacket he always wore. "Who invited you?" she teased.

"Aw come on, ya know yer happy to see me," he teased back and the two embraced with a hug. "So how's life as a desk attendant?"

Sarah sighed shaking her head. Holder was sure to give her a hard time about it, but knew if she didn't tell him that Jack would. "I quit that job last week."

As she expected he laughed, "Again? That's what you're tenth job?"

"No!" Sarah said defensively. He was totally off; she had not had ten different jobs since she quit the department, "It's the eighth."

Holder rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah…" he teased, "Just a matter of time before you're back working the crime scenes again."

That however was the thing Sarah was trying so desperately not to do. Working the Rosie Larsen case had almost ruined her life. She had lost her home, her marriage, her job. It almost caused her to lose her son, her relationship with Regi, and even her sanity. This past year she and Jack were getting along better then they had in years, which was a good thing. There was no way she could go back to that life. This got her thinking. As much of a joy it was to see Holder, she only saw him now days on various occasions; Sarah knew that there was another reason for him being here.


Stephen Holder knew that she was on to him. The way she kept looking at him while they chatted idly together. He guessed he probably should have waited until tomorrow before coming by, stopping by at 9:00 is pretty suspicious. This was Sarah Linden he was dealing this. She was so sharp at times he sometimes wondered why he ever tried. But it may to too late tomorrow.

"Jack, if you're finished with your homework get ready for bed," Linden suddenly spoke up when there conversation hit a pause.

"Come on mom, it's been almost a month since I've seen Holder," Jack protested looking sad. Normally Stephen would have stood up for Jack and convince her to let him stay up a little while longer. But He knew her real reason for sending him away, she knew he inching to tell her something, and he couldn't do it with Jack in the room.

"You have school tomorrow," Linden replied. "Don't worry you'll see again."

"Night little man," Stephen said as Jack stood up and walked to his bedroom.

Linden waited until Jacks door was closed before turning to him and asking seriously, "So why are you really here?"

Why'd she have to say it like that? Made it sound like he was trying to use her for something. Maybe there was some alternate notions for him coming, but he went on the defenses anyway. "What a man can't come by to visit his BFF?" Wow does she know how to give a piercing stare. She may not be a very good mother, but damn she sure knows how to make a guilty person tell the truth with just a stare. It was thick and unblinking, and he didn't last long under the stare before bending. "All right," he sighed and pulled a file folder out of his jacket, "I need your help."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. It was amazing how sometimes she could just read him like an open book. He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, and handed the folder to her. "Ya know how the feds shot down Andrew Barkon yesterday aka the Greenmosk serial killer?"

Linden took the file from him, and opened it up scanning down the first page with her eyes. "Yeah, I heard about that on the news," she replied looking up at him with questioning eyes.

"Well this case I've been working on- Savanna Jenkins murder. Everyone thinks she was killed by Barkon," Stephen explained trailing off as his words started failing Him. He had practiced and went over what he was going to say to Linden like a thousand times; it sounded so good in his head, but hearing it out loud it didn't sound so good anymore.

"27 year old hooker, killed with one slash to the throat- that's how all the other victims were killed?" Linden who had gone back to reading the report looked back up with him questioningly. Obviously she didn't seem to see what he was seeing. He had hoped she would notice just by reading the file, but it seemed like he was going to need to point it out to her. A year away from homicide seemed to have caused her to get a bit on the rusty side.

Giving his head a little shake Stephen said, "Yeah but- there's some things that aren't adding up. The murder weapon still hasn't been recovered, when Barkon left the knife next to all his other victims. Savanna had multiple head injuries as well as defensive wounds, and all the other girls had no other injuries other then the slit throat."

"You're right it doesn't add up." Linden had been flipping through the report, completely consumed with its words. Stephen was relieved that she caught on so fast. She looked up at him, "You figured out that she was a prostitute?"

"Yeah…" he replied vaguely. What was she getting at, so what if he found out that information?

Linden was back staring intently at the report. "Wasn't all the other victims fairly well known hookers. Where anyone would find out easily over the internet, looks like you had to do some digging to figure it out. So how would-"

"How would the killer know she was a prostitute unless he actually knew her personally," Stephen finished excitement filling him. He was impressed; Linden was a flippin genius. He had forgotten how nice it was to have her around. "I missed you."

Her face just barely cracked a smile. "Look, Carlson's about the close the case. He, my partner, and the department. Their all convinced she's just another one of the Barkon's victims. I really need your help convincing him to reconsider the case." He held his breath waiting for her to answer. Linden just stared intently at him, eyes unblinking, looking almost tortured. He knew she was torn.


Lavender Hawthorn was lying on her bed, propped up on one elbow. A Holy Bible laid open on her bed in front of her, while she wrote in a journal. The pitter patter of rain could be heard on the roof outside. She always loved the sound of the rain, and that was one of the things she was going to miss most about Seattle. Most everyone complained about all the rain, clouds, and overcast. But to her, it was just a reminder of how magnificent God truly was. She turned the next page of her Bible and read the next three verses.

There was suddenly a door slam from downstairs, which one might argue, vibrated the house. "Edward!" a mans voice boomed.

"What!" another males voice yelled just as loud.

"I tol ya not to put the damn liquor in the-"

"That wasn't me! Why do you always assume I'm the cause of all the problems that go on around here? Why don't you ever question Jason, or Lavender-"

Lavender stood up with a sigh, walked over to her open door, and closed it muffling their yells. She walks back to her bed and sat down on it. On her bedside table stood a picture frame, of a small group of people posing on the front steps of a church. She was among them, with six other people who looked to be in there early twenties. Behind them stood an older couple, with graying hair looking to be in there fifties. With a smile she picked up the picture and kissed the glass.


Stephanie Tanner was sitting in her American History class; only vaguely listen to her teacher who was explaining the parliament Stamp Act.She felt the familiar nudge to her leg, and after making sure that the teacher's back was turned from writing something down on the white board, she reached a hand over toward the desk next to her.

A slip of paper was pressed into her hand, and her fist squeezed around it before bringing it up to her desk. She unfolded the note, and silently read the contents. A smirk crossed her face for a glimpse of a second, before she wrote something back down, refolded the paper and tried to pass it back. Stephanie had only just barely reached back before it was sudden ripped out of her hand, "Is there something you girls would like to explain to the class?" her history teacher asked holding up the folded note.

"No Mr. Brandon," Stephanie replied flushing pink while looking at her hands.

"Then why don't you pay attention to what I'm saying," Mr. Brandon reprimanded, walking back up to the front of his class and throwing the note into his trashcan without looking at it.

Stephanie and her best friend Gia snuck a glance at each other, and both smiled forcing themselves not the burst out laughing. After a couple of minutes Stephanie suddenly raised her hand, "Yes Miss Tanner did you have a question?" Mr. Brandon asked her.

"I was just wondering if I could use the bathroom?" Stephanie asked.

Mr. Brandon gave her a suspicious look but reluctantly agreed, "All right." he dug inside his desk drawer and pulled out a hall pass, while Stephanie stood up grabbing her backpack and tossing it over her shoulder.

She walked to the front of the classroom, accepted the slip of paper her teacher offered and walked out the door. Never to be seen alive again…


Character's Ages (Note that I'm guessing on most of the cannon character ages)

Sarah Linden – 38
Stephen Holder – 31
Lavender Hawthorn – 21
Jack Linden – 14
Stephanie Tanner – 14
Gia Mahan – 16

Authors Note:

Sorry its so long, I'm going to try not to do too many of these things. This will probably be the longest one of the story. This is something I've been working on for awhile now. A full crossover with Full House and The Killing. I know what your thinking, you couldn't find two shows that are more opposites but I think I've figured out how to make it work ;)

Full House is sort of AU, giving that fact that I've jumped the show into the future by about a decade, and I've taken there house and all there friends and placed it in Seattle. Other then that it takes place a little over a year after season 8 ends. As Far as he Killing goes it takes place a year after season 2 ended if you hadn't picked that up yet. Not really any romance until you count already started romances. For example there will be DJxSteve, and JessexRebecca. Sorry for you LindenxHolder fans but this is only friendship between them.

I did as much research as I'm capable of on making this story seem like it really would take place in the real world. But if you find that some police procedure or whatever doesn't add up to our world, instead of saying "That really wouldn't happen that way…" Instead think about it this way. This story takes place in the Alternate Universe created by Bookwork58, so basically what I say goes :P Starting next chapter I'm going to be making my own "Suspect Tracker." You can vote on who you think the killer is with every chapter posted. (Optional of course) :)