So, I decided to add another chapter even though I didn't get 5 reviews last chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! Enjoy this story! P.S I don't own Degrassi or the charecters.

*Eli's POV*

To say I was excited was an understatement. I couldn't wait until Clare got here. I can't believe I falling for her so fast. I'm falling faster than when I fell for Julia. Julia. The name, which belonged to the girl that ruined, my life. Thinking about her always made me dizzy. I shakily made my way to my cabinet to get a Tylenol. I swallowed the pill dry, hoping it would help my dizziness. 12:00 pm read my clock. One hour until Clare gets here. I decided to look at all the evidence Clare had given me.

I noticed something funny with the information I had. It says Fiona left her apartment at around 2:00 pm, and was at The Dot until about 4:30 pm. But, on the next page of the document, it says Fiona was at the library, where she was found dead, at 6 pm. I knew for a fact it didn't take 1 hour and a half to get to the library from The Dot. Did someone lie about where she was? What if she had gone somewhere before going to the library, and they covered up that bit of information. Now I needed to know everyone who talked to her that day. Any information could give me a clue about where she had gone before going to the library. Because, by the information on this document, they don't know anywhere else she went that day.

Soon my thoughts were interrupted by a quick, quiet knock at my door. Slowly, the door knob twisted and in walked a peppy auburn haired girl. I noticed she had picked up coffee for both of us. I thanked her for the coffee; she blushed and giggled, looking at the ground. She sat down and pulled a folder out of her purse and handed it to me. I gave her a confused look and opened the folder. It contained a list of names. Jake Martin, Katie Matlin, Drew Torres, and Imogen Moreno.

"Um, what is this?" I questioned, obviously very confused.

"Those are all the suspects that the police have for Fiona's murder. I figured if you had it then you could question them, and help us figure this case out quicker". She stated quickly. She started to bite her lip and I couldn't help but smirk; she looked to damn adorable right now- Focus Goldsworthy! I need to figure out this case, not think about how cute she looks when she bites her lip or when she blushes.

"Have you had a chance to look at the other evidence"? she asked me

"Yes, I noticed something weird. How long does it usually take you to get from The Dot to the library"?

"Walking, usually about thirty minutes max. But, driving usually takes me about ten to fifteen minutes. Why"? She asked me. I showed her the log of Fiona's day and asked Clare if Fiona had mentioned going anywhere else that day.

"Nope, she said she was going to get some coffee and go the library to do some work for college. She was on a break for that whole week."

"Did she seem like she was hiding anything from you, or acting suspicious or guilty of anything"? I asked her.

"Well, she wouldn't tell me where she was going for awhile then she broke down and told me not to worry. I was confused at first, but brushed it off. She had a strange envelope with her that day. She said it contained her work from college, but, I'm starting to question that." Clare looked very deep in thought.

"Do you know where that envelope is now?" I asked her. That envelope could contain a huge lead for this case.

"The police might have it, they still have her purse. I could see if I could look through her purse to try and find any evidence."

"Were, going to need that envelope. It seems to play a big part in this case." I stated, I was curious what was in it. Because, obviously, it wasn't school work.

"Okay enough of this depressing murder talk, lets play twenty questions." Clare said. I nodded my head and we started playing twenty questions.

*Clare's POV*

"Most embarrassing moment?" he asked me

"When I brought a vibrator to school. Please, don't ask. How did you get into being a detective?" His weird look turned into a very depressed, sad one. His eyes got cloudy and his smirk fell. He became very pale and avoided my gaze. I was very confused.

"Never mind; pretend I didn't bring it-"

"No, I want to tell you." I nodded for him to keep going.

"I had a girlfriend named Julia in high school. We were inseparable, we told each other everything. I had complete trust in her. One day I decided to surprise her by going to her house. I climbed through her open window and noticed she wasn't there. I went to open her door when I heard talking. I listened and heard someone ask "where's the dope?" I heard Julia say she didn't know what they were talking about. Then I heard footsteps, I hid in her closet. She and the guy walked into her room. I saw her walk to her dresser and pull out a bad with white powder. She handed him the bag while he handed her money. Then he left. After he left I came out of her closet and confronted her about what I just witnessed. I asked if she was a drug dealer and she told me yes. I was devastated and learned it had been going on for two years! It had been going on for as long as we had known each other. I told her to stop, that she could get hurt. She assured me no one would hurt her and promised to stop for me. I noticed Julia was around more and took it as a sign that she stopped. Then a couple months later, she distanced herself again. I confronted her and she told me she stopped. I looked around her room and sure enough I found a bag of the white powder again. We got in a huge fight, I said some hurtful things and drove home-"He choked on a sob and I grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze. He started his story again. "The next day I got a call from her step mom telling asking me if I had seen Julia that day. I was scared and we began to look for her. Later, I got a call to come to the hospital. I came and learned Julia had been shot by a gang and died instantly. Bam, the closest person I had was gone, and never coming back. It was my entire fault. That's I why I got involved with detective work, to help other people figure out what happened to their loved ones. If I hadn't known what happened, I don't know what I would have done." He started sobbing and shaking uncontrollably

I rushed out of my seat and gave him a hug. Luckily, he didn't push me away. We held onto to each other for dear life. We stayed like that for what felt like hours and then I pulled away gently and wiped away his tears with my thumbs. We stared into each other eyes and I noticed him lean in a little. He kept looking back and forth between my lips and my eyes. I leaned in a little and did the same.

Slowly, we both leaned in and I felt his lips brush mine. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed his lips on mine. I closed the space between us and kissed him furiously but, gently. Our lips moved in sync and I felt his arms snake around my waist. I put my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer, so now I was straddling his waist. I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip and I opened my mouth a little. Our tongues wrestled for awhile. I felt my lungs on fire from lack of oxygen and used all my strength to pull away. I slowly pulled away and he rested his forehead against mine. We both were panting, completely out of breath. The last thing I heard was him breathlessly say wow and then the room began to spin. Then, everything went black.

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