A/N: Thank you for your constructive criticism. And amazing reviews. I PMed someone asking the question of whether or not I was given permission to write this remake. I did not get permission. The original author hasn't logged on in two years almost, so I really itched to write a remake. I would ask, but alas I would not receive a reply. ANYWAYS.. |:

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It was a matter of seconds after seeing the body, that Massie was doubled over the nearest trash bin, hurling anything that would come out.

Steve Brenner stood closely behind her, rubbing her back as the Paramedics and a few cop cars came riding up. It seemed like only a few minutes passed by when Massie was shoved into the back of one of the police vehicles.

With tears drowning her cheeks, Massie looked out the window and watched as the paramedics shook their heads in disappointment looking down at the anonymous woman who had been laying lifeless in the back of the limo just moments ago.

Massie felt her tears stream down harder when she realized the men were shaking their heads in disappointment of the woman. She was dead.

A murdered woman was in the back of Massie's limo.

She didn't know why, and she assumed that, while sitting the back of the cop car, that they thought she was the murderer.

But they knew the instant they pulled up seeing that she was hovering a trash bin, that she was merely a victim in a tragic incident.

It only took a few minutes for Massie to be pulled out of the car, followed by Brenner, and into the police station. She was led through a large number of cubicles and men and women in uniforms. Once the large man who had been very pushy the entire time reached a vacated office, he pulled the two inside and following them were a few guards.

"Miss Block. Please, have a seat. I'm Brad Stevens by the way," the man said in a thick British accent. Massie did as she was told, knowing she'd do anything considering the turn of events in the evening rendered her shocked and speechless. And it was happening extremely fast at that.

"It appears this has given your lady quite the scare," officer Stevens said to Brenner, who was standing behind Massie. Although the tone in his voice sounded a bit amused, his worried face that was looking through a large stack of papers that probably was half a foot tall.

"I am not his lady," Massie spat at the man. "How do you know who I am?"

The man laughed, not looking up from the papers. "You're only everyday's talk and gossip here. "

Duh, Massie thought. She knew she was big in England, but it had only occurred to her that every living soul must have known her there. Plus, with her business being biggest there, she was there a lot, so she could see how they all knew her.

"Miss Block, tell me everything that happened. Don't skip a detail."

Massie told him what happened from the minute she got there to the moment she arrived at the police station. She told him about leaving Amir to head to the chapel, about Brenner being a clingy prick the whole night, about the Queen not showing up, everything. Literally, considering most of what she told him was completely rubbish he didn't mean for her to say, but she was told to not leave out a detailed, so she happily told her about every trip she made to the bathroom that night.

"And you, son? You've been with her the whole night?" Stevens asked Brenner.

"Well, there was one point that I left the dining hall to accompany a young lady to be picked up," Brenner admitted.

"Can you tell me who that woman was?" Stevens asked, writing down notes.

"I never caught her name. But I'd be happy to describe her to you," Brenner said, receiving a nod from the officer. "She was a little shorter than Massie, so maybe five three. She had Amber eyes, like Massie's and brown hair a bit longer than hers. Well, damn. She looked a lot like Massie. Pardon my speech, sir,1' Brenner finished.

"Yes, just as I thought. Miss Block, did you happen to be in Fiji recently?" Stevens asked, looking at one of the papers he had pulled out of the earlier stack.

"Why, yes, actually," Massie said worriedly. "I was there with my brother Aiden on a business trip."

"Did you recall another murder that happened there at the time you attended?"

Massie was taken aback. "No, not at all. Was there?"

"Indeed there was. Take a look as Misty Barton." Stevens slid a picture towards Massie, and for a moment, she thought she was looking at a photo of herself. "Two weeks ago, the time you happened to be in Fiji, Miss Barton was murdered. What about when you were in Venice?" He shoved another picture, another of which looked like her. "Mandy Berry. Murdered in Venice, on the twenty-third of last month. Were you there then?"

Eyes wide, Massie nodded. Holy shit, she thought.

All three of those women were in the exact same place as she was when they were murdered.

"And tonight, Miss Margot Burner," another photo was put in front of Massie, "was murdered here in England, and oh look! here you are. All these women were murdered in the same place ans time you were. Care to explain, Miss Block?"

Once again, Massie fell speechless, and motionless at that. Brenner was taking a look at the last picture that Stevens had shoved in front of Massie.

"That's the woman who asked me to accompany her," he said, growing shocked as well.

"Officer, you have got the completely wrong idea. You don't seriously think I killed all those innocent women?" Massie said, appalled.

"Well, not exactly, but I just realized something," Stevens said. "All these women have your initials. And they all look vaguely like you."

"Well, what does that mean?"

"Miss Block. I'm not sure if I'm correct or not, but the murderer is calling the shots to be on you next, or you're the one they're after."

It had been three agonizing hours sitting in the same room when Officer Stevens finally told five of his best guards to escort Massie and Brenner to the nearest airlines and back to America.

Once they landed safely in New York, they were immediately sent to the nearest police station and sent into separate rooms.

Massie was sat down in front of a man who was smoking a cigar and had his legs hoisted on the table they both sat at. He looked to be about Aiden and Spencer's age.

"Block, great, You're finally here. When I got the call from Stevens, I knew we were in for a good show," the man said. "I am officer Paul Ganger, and I actually know your brother, Spencer very well."

"Oh, no," Massie said, and before she could finish the thought, her brothers Spencer and Aiden barged into the door.

"I see you were worried," Ganger said nonchalantly.

"Massie!" Aiden yelled when Massie stood up and faced him. He quickly wrapped his arm around her and held her tightly. "I thought you were dead."

"We thought you were dead," Spencer corrected him as he joined their embrace.

"Well, I'm fine, but I won't be if you guys suffocate me like that," Massie said in a strained voice.

They both released her.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Aiden yelled.

"What do you mean what the hell was I thinking? I was invited to the biggest event of the year and I attended it," she said in a harsh tone.

"I was talking to this son of a bitch," Aiden said, motioning to Ganger who was still lounging.

"What did I do? I called you, didn't I?"

"All you told us was that there was a woman who looked like Massie who had been murdered and that we were needed here to further an investigation," Spencer said, obviously as annoyed and rage-filled as his brother.

"Why would you tell them that?" Massie said, angry as well.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just been awhile since I gave you bastards a good scare," Ganger said, settling his feet on the ground and swiveling his chair to a filing cabinet.

"Well, next time, can you leave our sister out of your stupid pranks?" Spencer said, sitting Massie back down in the chair she sat in before.

Ganger swiveled his chair back to in front of Massie's. "Let's see here," he said, ignoring Spencer's question. "Alright, so in the past two months, there has been a total of six murders around the world. All women. All with initials M.B. All look just like you, Mass. All were murdered with a rifle. A thing they left out over there is that there was a rifle found with the body of Margot Burner."

Massie didn't know what to say. There was a murderer who possibly was out to get her, had been obviously following her around the world. Was it simply an obsessed stalker or was it really someone out to get her? Massie pushed the thoughts aside.

"Where's Steve?" she asked.

"They sent him home. He's been useless so far," Ganger answered.

"But he was with me, so obviously he could still get hurt," Massie said, but Ganger ignored her, looking at paper.

Massie swore that if she saw another man in uniform pulling out a stack of papers and looking through it, she was going to strangle someone.

Suddenly another man barged into the room.

Adam.

"Massie, oh my god, Massie," he said. His cheeks her crusted over, with tears she guessed, because his eyes were red and puffy.

She instantly stood up and ran into her older brother's arms.

"Massie, you're okay. Oh my god, thank god you're okay. I thought I lost you," he was saying into her hair, that was now thrown over her shoulder.

"I'm okay, Adam. I'm fine," she reassured him. He only dig his sniffling nose deeper into her shoulder.

"Spence, can you call Harrington and Clayborne in here?" Ganger asked studying a certain piece of paper. "Hurry. And get detective Wade as well."

With that, Spencer left the room.

Massie successfully loosened and escaped Adam's grip and looked him directly in the eye. "I'm oaky. Really, I'm fine. Please don't cry anymore. You're only going to make me cry," Massie said rubbing his arm. He nodded and motioned for her to sit back down. He kept his hand on her shoulders protectively, though.

"Miss Block, you realize you're now a target of a murderer?" Ganger said, looking up from the paper.

"Yes, I get that."

"With that being said, I think it's time to take a break from the business world and head home."

"What? I can't do that! My career is far too important to me," Massie nearly yelled.

"I understand, but with the circumstances, I think it would be best to lure the murderer somewhere where there wouldn't be any Massie Block look alikes. Westchester I think would be the best way to get there."

Massie looked down at her hand that were crossed over each other in her lap.

"Okay, I understand." She thought for a moment as she diddled with her thumbs. "I guess it's my fault anyways."

"What on earth is your fault?" Aiden asked immediately.

"Those women." The three men in the room instantly knew what was going on in the girl's mind.

"Mass," Aiden said, getting on his knees so he could look her in the eyes, "it is absolutely not your fault."

"Yes it is, Aiden! If it wasn't for me, they would still be alive enjoying their lives. I saw their files back in England. They all had kids. Every one of them. They had husbands and kids that loved them so much, and now those kids have to live knowing their mothers are dead."

"Massie, that's not your fault -"

"Aiden! The guy is after me so it is my fault."

Suddenly the door swung open and Spencer walked in quickly followed by man in a detective's uniform. He looked to be in his early forties. Following him was two more men who looked much younger. They didn't have on uniforms, but they both tore black ties along with white collared shirts that were tucked into black dress pants.

One was blond. And dazzlingly sexy. he had a swimmer's body and beautiful blue eyes. Massie realized she was staring and quickly looked to the other man.

He wasn't quite as buff, but he was equally as beautiful. His eyes were as dark and gorgeous as a midnight sky. His hair, though a bit tousled, was dark brown and seemed to shine a bit. Massie was mesmerized.

When the man looked up and met her eyes, Massie's cheeks flushed and she looked away quickly.

"Detective, I've told her of the plan as of what it is," Ganger said, standing up. "Miss Block, this is detective Wade. These here, are his specialty FBI agents, Derrick Harrington and Noah Clayborne."

Massie shook hands with the detective and turned to Noah who had a sly grin on his lips.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Block. It is Ms, correct?" he asked planting his lips softly onto Massie's hand. She couldn't help but blush and sheepishly smile.

"And I'm Derrick," the last one said, holding out his hand.

"That's Derrick that I always told you about, Mass," Spencer cut in. "You remember him, surely."

"Um, I don't recall a Derrick," she said while taking his hand.

Both of their bodies flinched at the instant electricity they felt the minute their fingers touched.

"That's right, you never did really meet him. Never mind," Spencer finished, sitting in a vacant seat.

"I have heard quite a bit about you, Massie," Derrick said a smile approaching his face. "I even remember the photos Spencer showed me when we were younger. My, have you changed," he said giving her a nod and looking he up and down.

Their hands were still held together and she let go quickly when she realized it.

"That's good to know," Massie said sending Spencer a glare.

"Well, it's good you have a bit of background with him, because you'll be seeing a lot more of him," Detective Wade said to her with a small smirk.

Oh, joy.

Good, no? Haha, anyways, so yay Derrick is here! There's quite a few changes in this story compared to the other one, but nonetheless, I'm keeping it similar. There's also so different characters. ANYWAYS...

I hope you guy enjoy reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it. It's gonna get really good, I promise you guys. So be patient and the Merrington fluffiness and romance will be here soon.

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