A/N: Hello everyone! How are you today? Here is the next chapter! I apologize that it has taken me three weeks to update! Usually this is what bugs me about authors and now I'm doing it! Tsk tsk! Oh well, life has to go on…

Side of A Complicated Story

Howard

He could hear them crying in the next room! Dammit! They needed to stop crying! Nothing was going to happen if they just gave him what he wanted!

Stupid cops and their meddling, what the hell are they waiting for? thought Howard Miller as he scavenged the manager's office for weapons. He unclipped the shotgun in the main safe cupboard above the desk.

"Aghh! No!" the sniffling was growing louder in the next room! "Please!"

"Shut up!" Howard banged the side of the wall with his fist and the silence was instantaneous. That was better, he could think now! That stupid Hannah and her stupid friends! They were poison for his Grace, his perfect and angelic Grace! Howard softened at the thought of his daughter.

But she's gone! It's their entire fault and HERS! I hope that stupid bitch knows that she got what she asked for!

Howard double checked the gun at his waist and at his ankle, and turned toward the door to finally shut all of these people up.

Jules

"Shhh!" Jules whispered to Hannah as Howard Miller burst into the room, boots hitting the floor with a continuous thump.

"Stand up, stupid bitch!" Howard grabbed Hannah, pulling her up so hard her arm popped out of its socket with a CRACK!

"AHH! OH!" Hannah moaned, panting, as Howard pulled her into one of the chairs by the nearest table.

"Now! Tell the truth! You're gonna tell everyone here that it's your fault my Grace is dead! And when you're done I'm going to blow your brains out! Got it! If I'm going down, you are coming with me!" he spat in her face and let go of her sobbing form, waiting expectantly for her confession.

Hannah rolled her head around in pain, and nodded once, but didn't say a word to Howard as she sighed and gritted her teeth.

"Say it!" Howard growled at Hannah, and then turning towards the other reunion guests said," And you're all coming up next to her and telling everyone the truth. The whole truth, none of that wishy-washy half-baked drama you told my wife! It was your entire fault and now she's gone!" Miller threatened, pointing the loaded gun at their faces.

"Mr. Miller" said a calm faced Jules said behind him, "What is the truth? Could you please tell us? What did they do?"

"They KNOW what they did! They lied! This stupid bitch and those bastards LIED!" Howard spat at Jules, behind Jules her brother's flinched making to get up if he tried anything.

"Yes. I understand, but what about your side of the story. What did they do?

"They told everyone that I abused my daughter! I never touched her! I wouldn't dare!" Howard's voice broke on his last word, his face red with exertion, and he clutched Hannah's misplaced arm again making her cry out again.

"Please! Stop it! You did! She told us herself! She WANTED to get away from you! You were hurting her! She would always show up to school with bruises on her arms! I helped her put on the makeup! I was always there!" Hannah screamed at Howard Miller.

"You shut up! That's not true! I loved her! I loved my daughter! I was there when she was born! I held her! I LOVED HER! DO you understand me?" Howard slapped Hannah hard across the face, gun still in hand, making her fall off the chair, crying.

This is getting out of hand. Control it, Jules. Take control of the situation, but don't let him know.

"Mr. Miller? Why is she saying those things? What happened? I want to hear your side, not their confessions. Can you do that, please? It's your choice." Jules told him.

That's right, get him to open up, talk to him, and get him to calm down.

"Tell me about Grace, your daughter, what was she like?" Jules repeated.

Howard turned to Jules again, who had her hands up in a surrendered state, palms facing him, letting him continue.

"Grace?" Howard's eyes focused, his voice took on a tender and soft lilt as her spoke his daughter's name, and then continued, "I named her. I chose the name and suggested it. Grace Miller. She was named after her grandmother, my mother. It means God's favor. My wife and I loved it from the moment we heard it. It was perfect for her. And now she's gone. From when she was born, up until she was gone, I loved her. And they're saying I mistreated her. They didn't know her. Not like I did!" Hannah whimpered behind him, eyes pleading at Jules to do something, to do anything, she was the cop here. Do something, her eyes pleaded at her.

Jules nodded, seeming sympathetic to him, as she worked her way towards Howard, putting as many civilians behind her as she could without him noticing. He was so engrossed in talking about Grace that he noticed nothing else. She could practically feel her brothers, especially David, wanting to yell at her, but knew that if something happened, she had to get everyone safe first, before herself. As Howard spoke, she turned to them slightly and shook her head at them, telling them to not interrupt. They were getting somewhere, and they couldn't ruin it. It seemed Adam hadn't come out from the restroom yet, and maybe he heard Hannah's screams as he was coming out, and decided to stay in there. She hoped, but knew it was impossible. Could it really have been half an hour ago that they were laughing at some silly joke? It seemed silly, how fast something could change. She hoped Sam was alright. She knew he was outside, she could feel it. Greg, Ed, Spike, and Leah, bet they were outside as well. Jules hoped they kept Sam from doing anything stupid, kept him level-headed. They didn't want Dr. Toth breathing down their necks again.

They're leaving this to me. That's why they haven't done anything yet. They know I'm inside and that I can handle it. You're in the SRU for a reason Jules. Your brothers are in danger too, not just some random civilians. I have to get Howard's side of the story, and they'll get the people on the outside. Keep control, Jules, breath…

Keep control.

CREAK. The door to the restroom opened as Adam Callaghan stepped through the door. Oh no…No…

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Howard screamed, breaking his focus on Grace, noticing Adam at the door.

Oh, Adam! No…This is gonna get difficult….Seriously, out of all the things you could've done, you choose now to get out…Seriously? What kind of brothers am I related to? Honestly…

A/N: Keep reading and find out the rest of the story. Hahaha! Oh, Adam; I love you sweetie, but seriously? These characters keep surprising me! The outside version of the story is coming up next. What does the niece have to say about everything? What will Mrs. Miller say about her husband, her daughter? Did Howard really do anything? Hmmm…..