Title: One Pure Thought;

Author: tommykayketchup

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. :(

Rating: PG13.

A/N: Getting towards the end now. Nice surprise at the end. I don't write JJ well, and it's a short chapter, but…woo. :)

Chapter 11

"Okay, Jonah. Can you impart us some wisdom on what happened on the night of Emily Fitch's murder?"

"Well, it was a strange night really. The moon was out, and I found it weird because it was a full moon, even though we'd already had the full moon this month and the two surrounding days, so I knew that night was going to be eventful…"

"Are you suggesting the moon murdered Emily?"

"No, not at all. That would be preposterous, and not to mention extremely unlikely. I mean, the chances of that happening are positively astronomical seeing as the moon is a body of mass, not an actually human thing, capable of movement or feelings…"

The man sighs, and throws his pen onto the table. "Continue…if you can make some sense, that'd be better for us."

"I mean…it's all very…unusual…this whole situation. Emily was…she was beautiful. Inside and out, no way had she deserved to die, and I can't believe they planned it all, so…callously. Fuckers. Sodding fucking bollocking fruit baskets. And they call me the fucking crazy one."

"They planned it?"

"Yes…I thought you knew that…"

"Jonah, what exactly do you know?"

"Well, I don't know for definite. You…you hear things being a barman, you get to listen to people's conversations…find out things that you never knew before….like…your best friend, is sleeping with his best friends girlfriend, but is also in love with the girlfriend of his other best friends, me, love of his life, not to mention shagging Pandora and Effy…but…like I said, you hear things, and…sometimes, you don't know what to do about them. Whether to tell people, or just pray that what they talk about doesn't happen; doesn't come true."

"Who are you talking about, Jonah?"

"I'm not sure who exactly did it…but I know…who may have done it…"

"Go ahead."

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"Emily, help me…please…"

She reaches up, and feels the blood pooling on her head. Her arms, growing increasingly heavier, tireder. The throb on her head, taking over her body, the only thing she can do it close her eyes, and stay perfectly still. The only way to pause the pain, however momentarily.

"Emily, please help me. I'm your sister."

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