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and I'm sorry for such a late update...

Sorry... Been brain storming with someone... andddd I've had a ton of homework... x.x

Mmmh... I do have an important A/N at the bottom hopefully you'll read it. (:

Reading out directions to the newest crime scene Mitchie shook her head and sighed. "I had high hopes for her..." She murmured before watching out the window. Shane sighed and grabbed her hand. Mitchie let a small smile form on her face as they got closer. For a few minutes they could pretend that nothing was wrong.

Upon finally arriving the couple got out of the car and fought their way to the front of the scene. News crews were still crowed around it trying to look. "Back up." Someone was shouting. "Back up." they shouted again. It was a police officer trying to get everyone to go about their day. Spotting Shane she nodded and continued to yell back up while Mitchie and Shane slid under the yellow caution tape. A few news reporters tried to get Shane's attention but failed.

Walking slowly to the doorway that had been kicked in Mitchie followed close behind Shane. Staring into the blood splattered room Mitchie let out a choked gasp. The room was covered in blood. Some smeared across the wall while one spot looked like it was sprayed. "Medium-velocity spatter" Shane murmured looking at the room. Mitchie nodded unable to speak. They continued to look around until Shane spotted something. "Mitch..." He murmured as he walked towards the wall. "What does this look like to you?" He asked as they got closer.

"A...A hand?" Mitchie asked finally getting her voice back. Shane nodded before pulling the kit he had grabbed over and opening it. Kneeling down to pull the camera out he stood back up. Snapping a picture of it quickly Shane pulled the camera away and looked at Mitchie

"There's an indent there too. Look at the wall." He said pointing to the area around the wall that had been pushed in a bit more that the rest of the wall.

"Who ever did this had a lot of force behind them..." Mitchie muttered. Pulling away from the scene. She excused herself before walking back out. Memories had flooded her and she knew she had to get out for a few minutes just to calm down. Shane nodded and gave her a small smile before continuing to collect evidence.

Mitchie let out a sigh as she stepped outside. Catching her breath she glanced around outside. Noticing something was off she looked from where a small blood trail started following it she quietly slipped her gun out of the holster as she neared a alley way. Lifting it up in defense she took several careful steps into the alley before seeing the blood trail pretty much end behind a trash bag and it pooled around the bag. Peering curiously she gasped loudly and quickly put her gun away. Dropping to her knees she checked to make sure the person bleeding out behind the trash was still alive.

"I NEED A BUS OVER HERE NOW." Mitchie shouted as loud as she could. The chaos from outside the alley seemed to go quiet for a few seconds. She pulled the bloody fabric away from the clenched hand and gasped. A large gash was cut along their side.

Shane hearing Mitchie yelling picked up as quickly as he could and made his way out. Hearing Mitchie's voice carry out from the alley he looked confused until he saw her on her knees and the blood trail.

"How did they miss the person pretty much dying in the Alley?" Mitchie asked angrily. She was upset and being covered in blood didn't help her. Shane rolled his eyes but watched as Mitchie followed the paramedics load the unconscious body into the back of the ambulance knowing she'd need clothes as they headed to the hospital he sighed and called Caitlyn as he jumped into the SUV.

"What size clothes and stuff does Mitchie wear." He asked the second Caityn's voice was on the phone.

"Uh hello to you too?" Caitlyn said confused.

"What size clothes and stuff does Mitchie wear." He repeated.

"Why?"

"She needs clothes."

"She's streaking again?"

"She streaked?"

"I take that as a no and never mind that why do she need clothes?"

"She pretty much just saved someones life and they are flipping out cause she's got their blood on her..." Shane sighed as he followed the ambulance before turning onto a side street.

"Oh... Anyways Usually a medium shirt, like size four pants, Oh and she hates wearing patterns and any pastel pinks..." Caitlyn listed off stuff.

"Other stuff sizes too..." Shane muttered.

"Other stuff as in underwear?"

"No shit. Yes Underwear." Shane snapped before rubbing the bridge of his nose. He figured that being female Caitlyn would answer all at once but no she had to know ever detail of why. He was starting to decided that the female race was going to be the death of him.

"Why?"

"It soaked through dumbass."

"Hey. don't get you boxers in a twist yeash." Caitlyn said calmly. "thirty-four b, and six." She muttered. "She's gonna kill me later."

"Any special information I should know on why?"

"I mentions streaking and she's very picky on her clothes. Oh... also no zebra stripes and foofoo crap. She'd like have fit." Caitlyn muttered.

Shane nodded his head and muttered a thanks and good bye then hung up.

Walking into a clothing store and looking at women's clothes made Shane feel a little uncomfortable. He kept getting stared at. One person even had the balls to ask if he was cross dressing or something. Rolling his eyes he flashed his badge and said it was none of their business on what he's doing. Standing in front of a rack of shirts Shane sighed he couldn't pick one to get her. Looking at another rack he smirked. He was tempted to get her the shirt but she'd had him for it. She had already expressed how much she deeply despises Justin Bieber and this store in particular had a shirt just her size with none other that Justin Bieber's face on it. But deciding to be a nice person he grabbed the blue shirt from the rack of a million colors and continued on his way.

Stopping in front of the under garment area he took a couple deep breaths before walking in. He nearly jumped as his phone rang. Picking it up he saw a number he didn't exactly recognize and answered.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Hi Mitchie." Shane said gulping down air.

"Shane."

"Gettingyouclothessoyoudon'..."Shane said in a rush. He flung a pair of plan underwear into his basket and then picked a randomly solid color bra for her.

Mitchie sighed over the phone then rested her head against the wall. "Hurry up then... It's could and this place doesn't exactly give you the warmest clothes..." She muttered. "Shoes too please. flip-flops, ten buck sneakers I don't care but they took my shoes to and the floor is cold... These sock thingys suck." Mitchie complained.

Shane smirked he hadn't once ever heard Mitchie complain before and he found it funny. Letting out a snort of amusement he managed to ask what size she needed.

Blech disappointed with the ending.

Anyways Sorry for not replying to any of your reviews... I was kinda focused on finishing this chapter. But I'll answer in the next chapter :) Hopefully now that I got this out of the way I can continue updating at a faster speed... :)

OH! My Important A/N announcement. I dunno if you read her stories or not but 123beat456(one truly amazing person) and myself are gonna be collabroating on a story that will be out hopefully 're currently working out the plot and some small details. HOWEVER we haven't got a title yet. Sooo We're putting polls on out profiles with several choices. We'd love if you picked on. (:

Mmhm. Here's a little hint to help you out if you wanna pick one with meaning. It's got vampires and werewolf but none of that twilight(except for maybe a couple characters but they won't be "How old are you" "17" How long have you been 17?" "awhile" Yeah none of that.) stuff in it so no worries. But Yeah, title choices will be on either profile and we're gonna combine the votes to see who has the most.

Like I said we'd love you guys to vote for the title. :)