Here's the third chapter! Thanks for the kind reviews! and just for the record I stayed up until 3 a.m. writing this so, sorry about any mistakes. I own nothing.


After the interrogation, they all knew she murdered Jason Bradshaw, or had a hand in his murder. They didn't have enough evidence to prove it though. They had the journal. It was far from enough to get a conviction, but the way she reacted when Brass brought up certain subjects... her guilt was undeniable. She fidgeted and squirmed when she was being asked questions about when she used to babysit Jason as a kid. Finally, she asked for a lawyer, and they were forced to stop the interrogation until, her lawyer arrived. Brass walked out of the interrogation room, "Can anyone say 'guilty?'"

"It's written all over her face, I wish that were enough to send her to prison." Sara added in.

Catherine suggested, "Make up some evidence, and try to get her to confess."

"She's smart. She knows we have nothing on her." Greg said hopelessly.

"I say it's worth a shot. She belongs behind bars, and if we don't do anything about it now, there will be more victims. People like her don't just stop at one." Nick said

"People like her? You sound like you know her." Greg said.

"I just know Jason, and I don't think he did anything to deserve killin."

"Nobody deserves to be killed, Nick." Catherine said.

"She does." Nick said as he walked away. He knew he was in trouble.

Everyone was shocked by his remark, they didn't know how to respond to it. They were actually scared by it. They stood in silence for a while, but Catherine knew where he was coming from and followed him out. "Hey, Nicky, wait up!"

"What do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want? Do you realize what you just said back there?"

"Yeah. And I meant it."

"I know what she did is unforgivable, but you can't just say things like that. You need to get your act together. Now everyone's going to be asking questions. They're going to wonder why I'm not suspending you."

"So, suspend me."

"No, I'm not going to do that, and you know why? Because I know that's exactly what you want! You want to go home, get drunk, and throw empty bottles at the wall! You can't drink your pain away Nicky! Can't you see I'm just trying to help you! I'm trying so damn hard to help, but you need to try to help yourself as well!"

"Well, you can stop trying. I already told you I don't need help." Nick said before walking away.

"Where are you going?!"

"Dunno!"

Catherine stood there in the hallway for a while before Sara and Greg joined her.

"What's up with Nick?" Sara asked.

"I don't know." Catherine lied. She didn't know why she continued to lie for him, but she did. Over and over again.

"Did you suspend him? You would've if it was me." Greg remarked.

"No, we're already short-handed and I can't afford to lose any of you." Catherine said as she walked away.

Greg asked Sara, "Are you buying any of this?"

"None."

"What are they hiding?"

Greg and Sara decided to conduct their own investigation, being sure to keep Catherine and Nick from knowing what they were doing.


It was after their shift that day, and Sara and Greg decided to go visit Nick at his house after, not seeing him at work for the rest of the night. They knocked at the door, and Nick didn't answer the door. He was trying to avoid all contact with people. They knocked again, and Nick answered the door thinking it might be important.

He hadn't had anything to drink yet, he hadn't eaten anything either. The bottles were still lying in his living room, half of them shattered. Greg had a fast-food bag in his hand. "We brought you some lunch. We know you've been having a tough time with the vic being your friend at all; so, we decided to try to cheer you up. Will this work?" he asked holding up the bag.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

"Have you been eating Nick?" Sara asked.

"I'm eating just fine, not that it's any of your business."

"I'm sorry we care."

"If you care so much, than leave me the hell alone. Why is that so hard for everyone?"

"Why is it so hard for you to tell everyone what is going on?"

"There's nothing going on! I'm fine! Now leave me alone!" Nick says as he closes the door on them. He couldn't let them find out. If they found out, his life would be over. They would never look at him the same. They would see him as a victim, and that is not something he wanted to be known as. He didn't know how much longer he had until his secret came out, and everything exploded right in his face. He hoped it wouldn't be soon, and didn't know what he would do if the secret did get out. Catherine was already making a bigger deal out of it than he liked, and if everybody knew? He would never be able to breathe again without someone asking if he was alright. He contemplated if he should have a beer or not, then he remembered Catherine you can't drink your pain away Nicky. "Then how the hell does the pain go away?" he said out loud to himself. Deep down inside he knew Catherine was right, he knew he needed help, but he just couldn't bring himself to admit that yet. He thought he could handle it himself like he did with everything else.

He laid in his bed, and tried to fall asleep, but instead, tears started to roll down his face. He had been holding it in for so long, it felt good to let some of it go. He was glad no one was around to see him. He buried his face in his pillow, and let out a long scream. It made him feel better, and fell asleep shortly after.


The next day at work Nick was able to hide it a lot better after getting out all of his emotions. He had Sara and Greg convinced that, whatever was going on over the past few days, he had taken care of.

They had no new leads, and decided to confront the babysitter, Laura, with the evidence they had faked to try to get a confession out of her. Brass, Sara, and Greg entered the interrogation room while Nick and Catherine watched from the other side of the double-sided mirror.

"We found your DNA at the scene Jason Bradshaw was found dead at." Sara lied.

"That's impossible. I wasn't there. If you found my DNA at the scene, that means you planted it there because I wasn't there. I don't even know where he lives."

"I never said it was at his house."

Laura became silent for a moment, then whispered something to her lawyer. Her lawyer asked, "Are you charging my client? Because, it seems that you do not have the evidence you need, and now you're trying to make it up."

Catherine, on the other side of the mirror, asked Nick, "You think you'd be able to go in there with me next time?"

"I dunno, what if she recognizes me, or something?"

"Deny it. Tell her you don't know her, or you don't remember. You're the one interrogating her, not the other way around."

"I dunno, I just don't think it's a very good idea. I mean it's a big time conflict of interest."

"I'll be there with you, it's not like you'd be on your own. And you would be able to leave whenever you needed to."

"Catherine, I don't know if I'm ready to do this."

"Are you ever going to be? How many years has it been since the last time you saw her?"

"Cath, please... I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask."

Then Brass, Sara, and Greg joined Nick and Catherine on the other side of the mirror. "She didn't bite, and there's no way we can get a conviction without a confession." Brass said.

"Unless, we can get her for a different crime... Jason clearly describes in his journal that he was molested, right?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, but the statute of limitations for molestation in Nevada is ten years." Sara argued.

"But not in Texas, the state where it actually happen."

"It would still be hard to get a conviction based on only the journal."

"But not if we could find another victim. Nick said it, people like her don't just stop at one." Greg added.

There it was. They were searching for another victim, without even knowing one was standing right there.


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