Alright everybody, as promised last week here is the next chapter installment. Thank you to everyone who has read and commented on my story. And Thank you to my betas for looking over my stuff and guiding me through out this story. Without them…well, I won't go into what would happen without them.

So without further ado, here is the next installment. As always, please R&R.

I also do not own these characters. They belong to Shoot the Moon.

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Dotty came into the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. As she started to fix herself a glass of milk, Dotty noticed that Amanda was standing at the sink, washing a dish very slowly.

After watching her daughter a few minutes, Dotty spoke up, "Amanda, is there anything wrong?"

The surprise of hearing her mother's voice right behind her caused Amanda to nearly drop the plate, luckily her reflexes allowed her to grab the plate with both hands.

Willing her heart to stay in her chest, Amanda answered Dotty, "Wrong? What could possibly be wrong mother?"

"Dear, you've been washing the same dish for five minutes while staring off into space."

Amanda looked down at the dish in her hands, "Oh…"

Dotty moved away from Amanda and went back to her glass of milk that was sitting on the countertop behind her daughter, "Dear, I was hoping you would put the dreadful incident from last night out of your head. Nothing good will come out of thinking about it."

Amanda bent her head over the sink and picked up a new dish to dry, "I did mother. I was just thinking about Dean."

Dotty seemed to brighten up considerably and stated, "Oh that reminds me, Dean has been so worried about you that he has called here about every half hour to be sure everything was fine."

Amanda turned to face her mother with the look of disbelief and croaked, "Every half hour Mother?"

"Well all right maybe just twice today. He is very worried, you know."

"I'm sure he is Mother. But I did see him at lunch today. Why should he be worried about me now?"

Dotty sighed and responded in a voice like she was trying to explain something to a six year old. "Dear, Dean is in love with you. And when a man is in love they tend to call a lot; especially if they are worried."

Having the last say, Dotty refilled her glass and headed into the living room.

Amanda shook her head and turned back to doing the dishes. She tried to focus on just the task that was in front of her but soon was looking back out at the backyard that she could see in front of the sink.

Finally, after finishing the chore, Amanda put the dishtowel on the oven handle, leaned against the countertops, and then crossed her arms as she looked out the window and into the backyard where she had almost started to expect a certain agent to poke his head out of the bushes every once and in a while.

Amanda groaned; her mother had been right in the fact that she needed to let go of what she had seen last night. In fact, she should follow everyone's advice and just forget that the whole night even happened…except.

She sighed and rubbed her temples to try and relieve the pressure she felt building up. The exception was that she could not get rid of the image of the two creepy pair of eyes that seemed to be staring at her through her mind's eye whenever she closed her eyes.

If she was ever going to get that image out of her head, then she probably should go back to see if there is any signs of the murder the police could have missed. But if she did that, then everyone could think she was obsessed with something that only she saw and had no proof that it ever took place.

But would that be true? Amanda could have sworn that she had seen Lee at the weather bureau today, and if Lee was there, could that mean she had accidently stumbled upon something the Agency was working on? Or did Lee hear about the murder and was investigating on his own? Either way, Amanda knew she would not find the answers standing in her kitchen.

Finally making a decision, Amanda called out to her family as she went to the closet that was beside the living room, "I'm going out for a little while."

Dotty looked up from the television and turned with a puzzled look, "Amanda it's after 8 o'clock on a school night. Where are earth could you possible go?"

Amanda hesitated slightly trying to think of a lie that could work on her mother while she put on her jacket, "Ummm, I'm just going to go pick up a few things from the store Mother for breakfast tomorrow."

Dotty stood up from the couch, "What things? I just went to the store today, what could we have possibly run out since then?"

Amanda paused as she was heading to the TV set where her two sons were currently occupying the floor space in front of it, "Ummm…"

But Dotty didn't give Amanda a chance to respond, "Besides that, Dean is going to call later."

Continuing to her two sons Amanda responded happily, "Mother, he is working late tonight so I doubt he is going to call."

Dotty crossed her arms and just glared at her daughter, "Amanda, just because he's working late does not mean that he…," Dotty paused as she tilted her head thinking about something.

The she got this look of surprise and then a great big smile on her face that caused Dotty to drop her arms, "…Amanda… are you going to surprise him by stopping at the weather bureau?"

Amanda's face dropped open in shock, but she quickly closed it, "ah, Mother it is not what you think…"

But Dotty plowed on like Amanda had never even spoke up, "You are, oh bless you darling. You know Dean is such a good catch. He is strong and predictable. And pedictability is a good quality to find in a man."

Amanda sighed and shook her head and wondered if her mother would ever stopped going on about Dean, "Yes Mother, I'm sure it is a good quality."

Amanda turned back to her sons and crouched down behind them, "Now Boys I want you to be extra good while I'm out for your Grandmother and as soon as the next show that comes on is over, I want you both upstairs and into bed. Understand?"

Both boys turned and faced their mother before replying, "Yes Mom."

Amanda nodded in satisfaction and then tapped her cheeks, "Okay, give me a kiss and I'll see you in the morning."

The boys turned and complied with her request before settling back in front of the TV and called out, "Goodnight Mom."

Amanda hurried out the door as fast as she could and called out to her mother over her shoulder, "I'll see you later Mother."

"Good night dear."

Once Amanda was out of the house, she headed straight for the Station wagon. If she was going to accomplish her task of searching the office for clues of the event that took place last night, then she had to hurry. Dean was not going to stay in the office all night and her window of time for the excuse to see him was short. And if Amanda could find evidence, whether the police believed her or not, then she could maybe go to Lee. That way, Lee might be able to look into her mystery while doing whatever it was he was doing.

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Amanda parked in the parking lot of the weather bureau. The setting was almost mirroring to the previous night, right before everything happened.

"Not too late to back out now," Amanda muttered to herself. You could just walk away from the whole thing…Except than you'll never know what happened and it could haunt you for the rest of your life. Besides, could be your one and only chance to prove to Lee that you are more useful than watching kids. Alexi was fun and all two weeks ago, but if I am ever going to do more in this line of work, I've got to prove I'm better than just your average babysitter."

Gathering up her courage, Amanda stepped out of the car and hurried on to the building. Upon walking in, she had to let her eyes adjust the brightness.

Glancing around, Amanda saw the night guard at the front desk. She walked over and pasted a smile on her face.

"Hello Gerald."

Gerald looked up, "Good evening Mrs. King. Are you here to see Dean?"

"Yes I am. But would you mind if we don't call Dean down here? I wanted to surprise him because I know he hates working at night and I thought I would cheer him up."

"Of course Mrs. King, since you are familiar around here I can assume you won't steal a vital piece of equipment. Just sign on this clipboard and go on through. You do have your visitor badge correct?

"Yes sir, right here."

"Good. You know Mrs. King, you remind me of my wife after forty years of marriage. Even up to the end she still was able to surprise me. It's so great seeing young love from you and Dean."

Amanda kept a tight smile on her face, "Yes well umm…thank you. I'll see you later."

With that, Amanda left the desk and made her way through the gate and down the hall. Normally the journey from the gate to Dean's office only took five minutes. Whether it was because of the lights or the memories that kept surfacing, Amanda didn't know. All she did know was the place creeped her out slightly.

Finally, she found John's office that stood next to Dean's again. She tried to open the door, but found it locked. In frustration, Amanda dropped her head against the door.

"It's locked. That would be the case. How am I supposed to get in now? It's not like Lee ever taught me how to pick locks…then again he's never taught me anything. How am I supposed to get in?"

"Can I help Miss," asked a thick accent from behind her.

Amanda whirled around and came face to face with a dark looking man. Deciding to play dumb, she came up with a quick lie.

"Oh Sir thank goodness you are here. You see I left my compact mirror in this office the other day and it was my great grandmother's. So it's not like I can just go out and get a replacement for it in a store, and it would just kill my mother if she ever found out I lost it," Amanda paused for a breath, "Is there any way you could let me in so I can get it?"

The man stared at for a second before coming to his senses. "Um…yes…yes I can let you in this office. I'm the owner of this building. Here let me just get right in here and unlock this than."

Amanda stepped back and allowed the stranger to go in front of her and open the office.

Once the man stepped aside, she tried to walk by him when she felt a sudden strong grip on one of her hands. Amanda looked down and realized the man had grabbed it.

When she looked back up, the man brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it, "Ma'am I would be most careful. These walls have eyes and ears. There are some things that are best left alone."

Amanda stared into his eyes and couldn't help but shudder slightly at the cold and hardness that she saw. After much tugging, she finally freed her hand from his and edged her way into the office.

"Yes, well…thanks again for your help. I'll just lock up when I'm done here."

The man smiled, "of course, ma'am. The pleasure was all mine. I can never stop myself when I see beautiful, helpless women."

Feeling another shiver run down her spine, Amanda nodded and closed the door with the shove of her back and then stood there for a minute willing her heart to calm down for the second time that night.

After a few minutes of complete darkness, Amanda moved away from the door, thinking the guy probably moved on by now, to her left. Not wanting to turn the lights on, she headed in a direction she hoped was the desk and fumbled until she was able to switch the lamp on.

The light illuminated the room revealing a style like something out of an English Castle. The room held two heavy, dark polished wood bookcases that were filled with books from the floor to past Amanda's head. Beside the bookcases stood a similar style wardrobe that took up almost the entire corner of the room.

Then on the opposite side of the room from the wardrobe, forming an 'L' shape with the bookcases was a desk. The desktop, instead of wood, was a dark green marble. Admiring the desk, Amanda walked around the desk and sat in the high-back rollaway leather chair. Once she was situated Amanda was multiple desk drawers.

She shook her head, "Well I guess the desk is a good place to start looking as any."

But after pulling multiple drawers out and feeling around inside each one, Amanda discovered that the desk seemed to be completely empty…not even a pen could be found.

She all but slammed the last drawer back in frustration. Leaning back in the chair, Amanda scanned the room while her fingers drummed against the arm of the chair.

Getting up, Amanda was about to give up on trying to find anything until she happened to push the chair into the desk. For some reason, despite the fact the edge of the seat of the chair should fit underneath the desk, it did not.

She pulled the chair back and looked at it. For a leather chair, it did not sit very high and there was no lever to adjust the height. That was when Amanda noticed the seat and how thick it was. She shook her head; nobody would like to sit on something that was as thick as a couch and try to roll around the office.

Feeling around underneath, Amanda discovered some of the fabric seemed to give a little as she was tugging around. After a few gentle pulls, the sound of Velcro coming apart could be heard.

She pulled the flap up and saw that underneath the leather was a bit of a lip like the top of the seat could come off. After wedging her fingers trying to lift the top, it came off and revealed an opened bin in the seat of the chair.

The first thing Amanda picked up was a large manila envelope. Upon opening it, she pulled out a medium stack of papers. As she read them, a frown formed on her face.

"If I'm reading this right, this is just a bunch of weather reports, but this first one…"

At that moment, Amanda's ears picked up the sound of the doorknob rattling around. Glancing up, she saw that the knobwas indeed being jiggled. Fearing it was either a guard or the dark man again, Amanda placed the papers back into the chair and closed it back up.

She turned off the lamp and hurried over to the wardrobe and stepped inside. Just as she closed the door on herself, Amanda could hear the other door opening. Amanda slowed her breathing and prayed.

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Uh oh, looks like Amanda is in trouble again. The question is, Is it the guy from earlier or someone else?

Until next week, please R&R

Next time on Scarecrow and Mrs King: Weathering Revenge: "You are under arrest."