I know that after a long wait you'll want more than a quickie, but this full week I've been having partials and it has taken a toll of me, so this is the only thing I could muster.

I don't own True Blood

"I can't believe Sam didn't catch the killer"

"Adrian!" Sookie scolded me. We are currently sitting in her sofa while Sam tries to locate Tara, who seems to be more important than my sister's killer.

Who also killed Sookie's grandmother.

"Well, he can transform into a freaking dog! Couldn't he smell the killer and run after him?"

"There were a lot of people in the yard, the smell could have mixed with the others" I mimicked what she was saying. "Are you mimicking?" She asked in that 'Oh no she didn't' tone of hers.

"I feel like we're wasting our time. We could be out there, after him. Making him pay for what he did."

"And how do you plan on making him pay. Huh?"

I couldn't tell Sookie how was I going to make the killer pay, because knowing her, she will oppose the instant I tell her.

"Why would I oppose? Adrian Green, are you planning on killing him?" Again with that tone.

"Or make him suffer greatly"

"Adrian!"

"Well, don't you want him to pay for what he did? He deserves it!"

"Let the police handle him"

"If you really wanted the police to handle him you wouldn't have gone to Fangtasia in the first place. "

She stayed quiet.

I continued. "You wanted this, just as much as I do. But I'm the only one saying it out loud."

"I'm going to check on Sam"

I follow her.

When we arrived to the kitchen, Sam just hang up the phone.

"Hey" He said when he saw us. He turned to Sookie. "You didn't get any sense of who it was?"

"No, just pictures. His thoughts were all red and black and snarly. But there was something familiar"

"Like somebody from Bon Temps? Or somebody from the bar?" Sam asked.

"Or somebody who tried to kill you before?" They turned to look at me. "With that scenario, the only thing you could find familiar is the killing."

"I didn't recognize the killer, let's leave it at that"

"I think we should call the police" Sam said.

We stared at him.

"How about no?" I told him.

"Why not?"

"What would I say? 'Sheriff Dearborne, Andy Bellefleur, I saw a woman die. I just had to be in somebody else's brain at the time'?" Sookie told him.

And that's how Sam Merlotte got owned.

Sam decided to drop the police thing. "Did you get a good look at the woman? I mean, what was she like?"

"Did you recognize her?" I asked her.

"I didn't recognize her either. But she was young, pretty, was wearing an apron."

"Apron. You mean, like a mom?" Sam asked. This is what happens if you live in this town: it's common sense that every mom wears an apron.

"More like a waitress" Sookie answered. That made more sense.

"Was she wearing a nametag?" Sam asked again.

"Yeah"

"What did it say?" I asked her.

"I don't know, I was looking at her eyes. She was so surprised."

"Of course she was surprised, is not like she was expectant to be killed or something. Unless she was paranoid, then it is a surprised that she was surprised." They turned to stare at me. "So, what's next?"

Sam turned to Sookie. "Well, do you wanna call Bill? I mean, that might make you feel better" And extremely dependant of your boyfriend, may I add.

"No, he would've felt how scared I was, he would've known I was in danger. If he didn't show up tonight he's not coming back." I guess she's already dependant of Bill.

"Hey" Sam tries to comfort her.

Oh hell no!

There won't be any touchy-feely action right now!

"Have you heard from Tara?" I interrupted him.

"No"

Sookie decided to continue. "Well good night."

She took my hand and led me to her room.

"You're using me as a safety cushion, aren't you?"

"I just don't want to be alone with Sam right now"

"And I don't want you being alone with Sam right now. Talk about awkward."

.

"Adrian, Adrian" I hear someone calling to me.

Why can't people let me sleep?

"What?"

"I remember"

"Good for you. Wait, what did you remember?"

"What it said on the nametag."

That makes me sit up. Fast.

"Seriously?"

"Her name was Cindy"

"Seriously?" No offense, but Cindy is not a usual name.

Sookie gave me a look. "Yes, she worked at a restaurant, diner style. Something about pies…"

"Let's google pie restaurants in the area"

Sookie just stared at me.

"You don't own a computer, do you?"

"Well, I'm sorry but I don't have the money for one"

"It was just a question. Chill"

"We could look in the phonebook"

"Right… the phonebook" Who uses the phonebook nowadays.

.

We were looking for pie restaurants on the phonebook when Sam joined us at the kitchen.

"Good morning, I didn't know you were up" Sam said to Sookie.

He really needs to remember that I'm in the room. I can't handled the sexual tension coming from him.

"Eggs and sausage, warm in the oven" Sookie said to him.

Great, now they're starting to talk like a married couple.

"Oh thanks, you already ate?"

"Too busy" They really need to stop talking like a freaking couple. "Tara called?"

Finally, a change.

"Not yet, probably still sleeping it off"

"Yeah, she was pretty trashed last night" I said.

"Like you could talk, remember that party I had to drag you out of?" Sookie said to me.

"Firstly, you didn't drag me, I went willingly. And secondly, it takes one to know one"

That's right, I'm not going to act as if I'm a virgin Mary.

Except for the virgin part, but that's just a technical thing.

Sookie decided to change the subject. "Anyway, I'm sick and tired of waiting around to get strangled"

"I don't know, the suspense is entertaining"

Sookie glared at me again.

"That's not gonna happen while I'm here" Sam said completely ignoring me.

"You can't spend 24 hours a day with me for the rest of your life" Sookie told him.

But I bet he wants to spend 24 hours a day with her for the rest of his life. I mean, the guy follows her like a fucking puppy.

Pun intended.

"Sure I can" See?

Sookie wasn't having it. "I wanna find that guy before he finds me"

"And me" I completed.

"So you're looking up killers on the yellow pages?"

Then Sookie explained to him about remembering what the nametag said and how this Cindy person used to work on a diner that specializes in pies before she was brutally killed by the same person who murdered my sister and Sookie's gran.

"Wait, you mean Big Patty's Pie House?" Sam asked.

"Big Patty's Pie House?" I asked. There's actually a place on earth called Big Patty's Pie House?

"Yes" Sookie answered.

"Well, yeah, I know Big Patty's. it's off I-49, way south, near Bunkie."

"Bunkie?" I laughed a little. Seriously, who comes up with these names?

"You don't have to come with us" Sookie told him.

"Yeah, I do, come up eat up, you need your fuel"

"I'm not hungry"

"Don't sass me" Oh god, they're at it again.

"You're not the boss of me. Oh, right, you are"

This is enough.

"I don't think I can go" I said.

"Why not?" Sookie asked.

"It's Sunday, I have to get back to college and finish my paper." And get away from the two of you.

"Oh right, you go to college" Sam said.

I did the most teenage thing to do.

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you want to know who killed your sister?" Sookie asked offended. I don't think is because she heard me because I've been learning to block her so that I don't have to put off with her glares, nudges and scolds every time I think something she thinks is impolite.

Privacy is a must.

I think is because she thinks that I just don't care.

Which isn't true.

"I do, you know I do, but I need to have my priorities straight. When you come back from Big Patty's Blah Blah Blah with the 411, I will participate full force In the investigation"

"What if we already solved the investigation by the time you're back?" Sam asked.

"By solved you mean…"

"We figure who the killer is and turn him to the police. " Sookie said.

What is up with Sookie and handing people to the police? First in Fangtasia and now this. Is like the only answer she has for these kinds of things is the police.

"Turn him over to the police?" I asked and Sookie nodded. "That's it?"

"Well, what more do you want?" Sookie asked as if the police was the only option.

I guess, for her, it is.

"Retribution" I said while getting up.

"Retribution?" Sam asked.

"An eye for an eye" I said walking to the door.

"You can't be serious" Poor naïve Sookie. I already opened the front door.

Then something weird happened.

It was as if I wasn't in control of what I was saying. It wasn't word vomit, but it's like the filter that I used when in polite conversations was broken and now I could say what I wanted without restrains of etiquette or morale.

I turned around. "He killed my sister, your grandmother, and other innocent women. And you're just going to hand him over to the police?"

"I'm not going to kill him" Sookie said. I never asked her to.

Sam finally acknowledges that Sookie isn't the main topic anymore. "I'm not going to let you kill him either" He said to me.

"And I'm not going to let you stop me" And I walked away.