Waverly Earp listened to Nicole's voice as it repeated the message she'd heard at least a dozen times. "Hi you've reached Nicole Haught. Leave a message. ".

It was a basic voicemail prompt. Waverly sighed as the beep sounded in her ear.

"Hey it's me. Again. Waverly. Earp. I mean I guess you know that. We're kind of worried-I...I'm pretty worried. So could you please call me back?"

She hung up and placed the phone on the table.

Wynonna had left a few minutes ago to get them something to eat. Waverly rubbed her hands over her eyes and looked at the laptop. She pressed the space bar again. The dash cam video was similar to many she had seen before on the news or on YouTube. It was shocking however to see her sister and Nicole as the "stars."

Seeing people you cared for suffer was a horrible experience. But Waverly was determined to watch it again. Her job was research. Her job was facts. And as painful as it was, there were always lessons to be learned. The first three times she tried watching she did not make it all the way through. She was determined this time. She owed it to them to do her best.

The screen brightened and she leaned in to look closely. The video shows Nicole exiting her patrol car and speaking to the dark cloaked man in the roadway. Out of nowhere he grabbed her jacket and began lifting her off the ground. Her sister appeared in frame moments later kicking the rear of the Revenant's leg. Nicole brought both arms down and broke the grasp the demon had on her. She fell to the ground and apparently the audio button struck the ground because now she could hear the struggle as well.

Wynonna was in a struggle with the stranger now, their arms locked together. He threw Wynonna to the ground and her sister's head made a sickening thud as it struck the icy ground. As he advanced towards Wynonna, Nicole lowered her head and tackled the killer to the ground. She was struggling to get her gun out of her holster. The demon slashed a knife up towards her head and she barely moved away in time. The knife however sliced through Nicole's palm. She yelled in pain.

Wynonna began retreating towards the car, she was holding her head and was stumbling. Nicole yelled again as the demon squeezed her already injured hand. He then struck her head and she fell to the ground. Wynonna came back into view and threw her broken cell phone to the ground in frustration. The demon advanced on Nicole's unmoving form as Wynonna yelled at him.

"Leave her alone you asshole, it's me you want."

He turned towards Wynonna and by some unknown force pinned her to the hood of the car. He picked up Nicole and began walking off screen. Nicole came to and began to struggle. A well placed blow between his shoulders made him loosen his grip. He dropped her and kneeled in front of her. He grabbed both sides of her head with his hands and yelled in anger.

"You're the wrong kind!" He screamed he then kicked her in the chest twice causing her to grunt in pain. If Waverly didn't know better she would guess the sickening crunch was the sound of broken ribs. The demon grabbed Wynonna and stuck a syringe in her neck. She collapsed into his arms. He began to carry her towards an approaching vehicle.

Nicole limped towards him. "Put her down!" She yelled.

The demon turned towards her and flicked his hand at her. An unknown force lifted the officer off of her feet and literally threw her onto the hood of the car. Waverly could see the blood staining leg of the brown uniform pants as Nicole slid to the ground.

Nicole's wheezing breath sounds were loud in the speakers. She was crawling towards the patrol car drivers side door Out of camera view Waverly heard the door of the Crown Victoria open she heard and Nicole fumbled for the radio.

"Officer down." She wheezed in pain. There was nothing but static. "Signal 13! I need help." She said a bit louder. Waverly saw the demon and his apprentice load Wynonna into the rear of the black Cadillac SUV.

The demon turned back towards the police car and somehow with inhuman speed was right next to the door.

"Why won't you die?" He growled as he pulled Nicole from the car by her gunbelt.

Nicole still had a hold of the radio microphone as he drug her away. It tore from the dash leaving wires dangling in the seat. The gear shift was struck during the struggle in the car and the video shows the car inching forward. He dragged her by her foot and Waverly covered her hand with her mouth as the red streak of Nicole's blood streaked through the pristine white snow. Out of view now she only saw the vehicle driving forward. She heard everything though.

The apprentice walked off camera and Waverly could hear the digging. She knew what was happening. They were burying her in the ditch. A loud crash could be heard in the distance and the pair retreated into the car, spooked so they stopped short from burying Nicole completely. Before driving away the demon smiled into the camera and left his playing card on the windshield.

Waverly heard Nicole's waining wheezing breaths. They were short and shallow. The audio began to crackle. Most likely a malfunction in the transmitter from the damage or the cold. As static got louder she heard Nicole's last breaths and if she wasn't imagining it, Nicole softly saying her name.

She stood up placing her hands on her hips. She walked slowly around the room. Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over.

If she had known. If she hadn't been a coward she would have never left Nicole in that hospital room alone. She was angry with herself. Nicole had literally died to try and protect Wynonna. Nicole had no way to know that there was nothing she could have done to stop it. She exhaled a deep breath and looked up as Wynonna walked in the door with a brown paper bag.

"Hey." Wynonna said.

Waverly shook her head. "I trust her. She deserves to know."

Wynonna nodded back. "I agree."

Wynonna began pulling Chinese food boxes from the bag.

"I really wish you had some whiskey in that bag." Waverly lamented.

Her sister grinned. "Waves scientifically speaking I am usually never more than 6 feet away from a good bottle of booze."

She slid a small bottle of Jameson whiskey out of her rear pocket.

"Figured we might need it after watching that shit show. Remind me to take a Tae Bo class or something." She joked.

She took a swig and handled the bottle to Waverly.

"I care about her." Waverly whispered.

Wynonna nodded. "I kinda figured. I approve. If that means anything to you."

Waverly said, "It does." Wynonna grinned at her sister.

"And she's like a walking bumper sticker Waves. And she can hold her booze. And she's way smarter than Champ. And she's armed. And she likes my ass."

Waverly's eyes shot up to meet her sisters.

"What?!" Waverly asked with what Wynonna hoped was mock anger.

Wynonna shrugged with a smile.

Waverly's phone beeped alerting her of a text message. It was from Nicole.