A/N I felt so crappy about not updating, I decided to treat you to two updates! Woop! A new record ;) well for me anyway. It is a bit short but gets me where i need to be for the next chapter so yeah... enjoy...

I woke up, sprawled on the couch. I would kill a neck rub right now… let me rephrase that, what I would do for a neck rub right now. Yeah that's better…

I rubbed my neck as walked to the kitchen for some aspirin, my eyes and throat was still sore from crying last night. I got a glass of water, swallowed the two tablets with the horrible sensation where you can feel the tablet going down your throat. I leaned against the kitchen counter and rubbed my temples hoping that it would deter the headache which was threating to appear.

"How you feeling?" I heard Carly speak. She said it so gently as if she was afraid she was going to hurt me with her words.

"Fine, brilliant, over the moon" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes and continuing to rub my temples.

There was an awkward silence as Carly thought of what to say, I could tell she knew I was in one of my 'moods'. She has learnt to leave me alone when I am in my 'moods'

"Izzy has already gone into work" Carly suggested

"I can see that" I stated simply. It probably seems as though I am annoyed at Carly but I'm not, I'm just annoyed at life in general.

"She said that you needed to come into work today" Carly indicated, I groaned; I knew why. I was a 'suspect', even though I was with them when the mur- it happened. They need me for information on the victim.

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Cowering away from any stares that I got, I quickly ran to Izzy's office. I ran in and slammed the door behind me. I saw her jump and fake grab her heart at the noise, but when she looked up and saw it was me, she just nodded, stood up and led me through to the interrogation rooms.

Whenever I had to do these interviews, I saw that it was killing them to talk about their deceased loved ones. I never knew how hard it was to talk about them; I always had to be patient, make them know that you feel their pain. Trying to get the most important information out of them, without them knowing that, was their main (and only) use. Make them feel like they have done something right, something that will help. Now that I am in their shoes, it is harder than they let on and Jonah isn't even a close relative or 'loved one', he is an ex starker-ish boyfriend who I broke up with. Maybe it is true; you don't know how much you love something until it is gone.

I didn't know what to say; whenever I tried to say something my mouth just dried up making it hard to even get one word out. So I decided just to wait for her to ask the questions, which I would try to answer.

"How long have you known him?" I know what she is doing, just getting me to generally speak about him, therefore making me more comfortable to talk about him. I do it all the time and it usually works, as long as they speak and don't just sit there fiddling with their thumbs not saying a word.

"Since 8th grade" I managed to choke out

"How did you meet him?" I don't know why she is asking me this she could just ask Carly, she knows everything I do... from Ridgeway. It is less hard for her to speak about it; it is still hard for her but not as hard.

"Freddie... Erm a friend set us up" I spaced out a bit on the 'Freddie', I coughed to regain myself.

"Was he a good person?" I sighed, and let loose and I told her all about ridgeway again, from sniffing the fruit salad to the wedgie bounce. She listened with an interested look on her face, careful not to laugh at inappropriate places.

"Apart from cheating on you he seemed a nice person, did he have any known enemies?" I thought long and hard. People didn't like him for sure (Carly is one), but as far as I knew no one hated him. I shook my head no and shrugged my shoulders. I took a sip of the water which was placed on the table after the previous question, obviously because they were concerned that I would get dehydrated from so much crying.

"You said you were dating 3 months ago, do you still have some of the texts or voicemails he left you?" I rummaged around in my bag and found my old Nokia mobile and slid it across the table. She looked shocked.

"I thought you'd ask" I shrugged my shoulders and sat back into the chair. She put on sterile white surgical gloves and turned it on. With a beep and a buzz it was turned on. I sat down with my head in my hands awaiting the million buzzes signalling texts and missed calls.

Soon enough there was a buzz, and another, and another. When the buzzed finished there was 34 texts, 16 missed calls and 3 voicemails. As they were before the texts were either from Jonah or T-Mobile saying that I need to top up.

The latest one…

Received 06:43 mon. 11th July 2011

I realise now that you arnt goin 2 take me back... now.
But you will. So I am goin to give u a break, I am goin on away so u will realise how much u will miss me, txt me wen u get sum sense

love u and always will 33333

Jonah xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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