James: *still hiding in corner in bathroom*

Flameheart2013: Where...is...JAMES? *holding a pair of scissors in her hand*

Logan: Just calm down. I don't think cutting James's hair off is a solution for letting you get sugar high.

Carlos: I kinda think it is a good solution

Logan: *rolls his eyes at Carlos's response*

Kendall: *snaches the scissors from Flameheart and puts it in a high place where she can't get it.* Problem solved! James, you can get out of the bathroom.

James: *exits bathroom with a mirror to protect his hair...*

Flameheart2013: I hate being short!

Carlos: I don't really mind. You look kinda...cute.

Flameheart2013: *blushes red* Logan...can you...uh...say the...ummm...disclamer please?

Logan: Flameheart2013 does not own Big Time Rush or a Blackberry Touch phone.

The next day, the mysterious man got on the first plane to L.A. The only things in his hands were a small suitcase and a picture of Big Time Rush. "Carlos. You've cause me so much pain. Now, your friends will pay the price." He chuckled.

Dance hard, laugh hard

Turn the music up now

Party like a rock star

Can I get a what now?

I swear I'll do anything that I have too

Till I forget about you

"That was amazingly average." Gustavo commented. They all knew that Gustavo thought they really had talent. Of course, he wouldn't tell them.

"Ok. You have 30 minutes for lunch. So…GO!"

James was combing his hair in the bathroom again until he saw a piece of paper with his name on it.

It read "Every model has a weakness. Usually diets, allergies, and even girl problems. But, your obsession with your appearance, especially your hair, is yours. Your weakness is my biggest strength. ~C. "

"Carlos, is this another joke?" James said, still fumed about Carlos' disappearing cookie trick at lunch. He sprayed more "Cuda Man Spray" in his hair until he heard a door lock.

"Dude, this isn't funny." James choked out the words, his heart pounding hard. A hand covered James' mouth, causing him to drop his lucky comb.

"WHERE IS THE OTHER DOG?" Gustavo yelled, his face turning a beet red.

"He should have gotten back from the bathroom by now." Carlos said, lying on the couch in the waiting room.

"Come on. This is James, the same person who took two hours picking out a t-shirt this morning. He's probably fine." Jazzy said, not looking up from her Blackberry Touch.

"I'm going to go and check on him." Kendall said as he left the waiting room at the recording studio.

Near the bathrooms, Kendall saw a man dressed in a dark outfit running away from the restroom.

Kendall opened the door to see his worst nightmare. James was on the floor of the bathroom, dead. His small mirror was broken and covered in blood.

Kendall investigated closer to see that he had a can of his Cuda Man Spray stuffed down his throat. He felt warm blood oozing on his hand.

Kendall's eyes followed the trail of the red liquid to find James' lucky black comb stabbed into the back of his head.

Carlos and Logan walked into the bathroom, their eyes filled with grief and shock.

Jazzy, who saw the body from outside, called 911, and then started to silently cry. Logan and Jazzy had lost their new adopted brother.

Carlos had lost his fellow "Hollywood Super Party King of Hollywood" and his close friend.

Kendall lost a long time friend. They've been best friends since Pre-K, 3 years before they met Carlos and Logan.

The police and paramedics showed up, along with Gustavo and Kelly, his assistant. Kelly tried to comfort Jazzy while Gustavo watched the boys in utter silence as the paramedics took James' broken body away.

"Rehearsal is cancelled for…umm…2 weeks." Gustavo muttered. Everyone left the scene of the murder quietly, except for Kendall.

He remembered that James's lightless hazel eyes were coldly looking at the small window. On that window, was an envelope labeled "K. Knight" on the front.

He opened the envelope to find a note, which he read.

"Your friend, James, was obsessed with his appearance. His hair, clothes, tan, everything. But, you already knew that, didn't you, Kendall, ~C." The message sent a shiver down his spine.

A photo fell out of the envelope. It was a picture of their first concert with Jazzy, which had taken place in New York City. On the back, it said "I found him." "Who is C? What does he want?"

Kendall whispered to himself as he left the bathroom, tears stinging his green eyes.

Read and Review please. Or James's hair goes bye bye.

James: *somewhere in the background* NOOO!

Carlos: *half asleep* SHUT IT JAMES! IT'S 4 IN THE MORNING!

Flameheart2013: *giggles quielty and logs off laptop.*