Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in a while but I have hit a wall. I'll try to update more often though.
Sarah was trying to get to her last class, English. Her favorite class. She had been hearing from other kids that they were doing a creative writing exercise. She was so busy thinking about the activity that she didn't notice Colt coming toward her.
"Hey Sarah!" She looked up and noticed Colt.
"Oh hey. What's up?"
"Nothing much." He steered Sarah to the class. "You almost missed the classroom."
She giggled as she put down her books at her seat. "Yeah, that would be me, the Space Cadet."
Colt put an arm around her. "Nah, I think you're just fine." The bell rang and everyone scrambled for their seats before the teacher entered the room. Class dragged on. Even thought they were writing most of the period and reading each other's work, the class seemed to go by too slow. Soon, the bell rang and kids pushed out the door.
"Could you come up here a second Sarah?" the teacher asked her. Colt stopped by the door and stared.
"I'll be fine," she mouthed. He nodded then disappeared. "Is there something wrong?" she asked the teacher.
"No, it's your writing. This isn't something I expect from a student your age. It's excellent. Do you write often?"
"Yeah. My mom got me into it and I have been doing it for a while. Even after …" Her voice faded off.
The teacher got the hint and responded, "I understand. You better go. I don't want you to miss the bus or anything."
She nodded and ran out of the room to her locker where she threw everything in and pulled out her dance bag. She was able to make it down to the locker room, change, and meet Bri and Leanne in the gym before their coach arrived.
"Sorry, Mrs. Honey kept me over."
"You're fine. You really didn't miss anything," Bri told her.
Leanne added, "Sometimes she can be this late."
Soon the coach ran into the gym. "Sorry I'm late, ladies. Now let's get started."
By the time practice ended, Sarah had noticed Colt sitting in the bleachers along with some of his friends. He left his friends and met her by the door.
"Hey cutie. I thought we could do something together later." He walked with her to her locker so she could grab her stuff.
"I don't know," she started. "My sister would be ok with it but my grandfather is another story. Besides, I think I want to lie low for tonight." She shut her locker before turning to him. "Maybe this weekend?"
He nodded. "That's cool. I'll call you later with the times." They began walking toward the front door. He stopped and set his backpack down. "I left something in my locker. Do you mind watching this?"
"No problem." She sat down against the wall with his bag beside her as he ran off toward the lockers. As soon as he was out of sight, she peaked into the main part of the bag, which seemed to be full. "No way," she uttered in disbelief. Inside the bag she found packages of many different drugs. Before she could see what kinds they were, footsteps echoed down the hall. She zipped up the bag before Colt rounded the corner.
"Sorry about that. I almost left my homework here."
"It's no problem." Colt helped her up. "I better get out there."
"Me too. My dad doesn't like waiting on me." Outside the doors, two cars were waiting: a black Camry and red pick-up truck. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Back at you." She climbed into the Camry and set her stuff in the back. "Hi Gibbs. How was your day?"
"Fine. Do you have anything?" he asked as he pulled out of the school.
"Right. Always to the point." she muttered. "Actually I do. In Colt's bag I found at least four kinds of drugs, maybe more. I didn't get enough time to see which."
"We need to bring him in for questioning then," Gibbs responded, not taking his eyes off the road.
"No. My cover could be blown then. For all we know, he had nothing to do with the murder. Let me figure out some more before you plan to bring him in, please?"
He sighed. "Fine, but if you find anything that gives him the slightest motive, we're bringing him in." She nodded. "I want you to go see Ducky."
"Got it." He pulled into the parking lot slightly slower than he was driving. Sarah hopped out and turned to him. "I'll meet you upstairs," she said before going into the building.
She sped down the steps and walked into Autopsy. "Hey Duck."
Ducky turned around from Johnson's body and looked at her. "How was school?"
"Got in a fight. I didn't start it."
"Yes, Gibbs told me about that." He turned around and addressed Palmer. "Would you mind continuing this for a second while I check her?"
"No problem, doctor." Palmer bent down over the body again. "So what did you do?" he asked without looking up.
Sarah sat on one of the empty tables. "I ran into her. She kicked my stomach." She rolled up her shirt exposing her bruised abdomen. "She was wearing heels."
"That looks like it hurt," Ducky commented. She nodded. "Just relax for a while and try not to lay on it."
"Thanks, Ducky. You too, Palmer." She jumped off the table, out of Autopsy, and onto the elevator.
"Doctor, do you think that she is taking this case a bit too seriously?"
He walked back over to the body after washing his hands. "I think she wants to protect those kids at the school. If there is anything to know about Sarah, it's that she never likes to leave anything dangerous undone."
AN 2: So there is the next chapter. Like I said before, I kind of hit a dead end and need some good ideas. I already have an end chapter though so I know where is needs to go. All feedback is helpful.
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