RK9 - I'm really sorry to hear that! I hope you're alright - pm me if you ever need a chat!! I'm about to do away with Devon... it'll be a few chapters off, but she's going!

Madison Bellows - and you call me crazy! I tried so hard not to hate Devon. I failed. I'm trying even harder not to be completely evil to her in this story. I succeeded for a while... and failed.

demolished-soul - I see freedom to be very important to Stella, so I figured she might be a little over excited! Devon is making an exit in five chapters time!

sparkyCSI - they did. They also ate through my boot - whilst I was wearing them! But you know I'm going to cry my eyes out when they go. Aw hell, am I rubbing off on you - because that's dangerous!

TBD - I really like Peyton and Kendall, although I am slightly perplexed as to how a British character was called Peyton! Lindsay's birthday is a little way off, but I have a lot planned between then and there! It's going to involve some fluff though!

meadow567 - They've been house hunting in between this chapter and the last, lol! I had fun with the cheery. I've gotten a little carried away in the writing, so I'm thinking I'm posting what I've written - I'm escaping death again in a few chapters. But it's not quite as fluffy!

miss wizzard of oz - I'm about to 'dispose' of Devon in what I'm writing now, which is 156 - any suggestions? I feel I should reward you for review 1500!!! (:D)

Spoilers for 3x02 - Not What It Looks Like. And a million thanks to my wonderful beta, sparkyCSI!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 151: You Try to Scream but Terror Takes the Sound Before You Make It

House hunting was proving to be very difficult. They still hadn't found anything, despite spending the entirety of Sunday looking. The only thing that was coming close was a flat in Jersey. But it was in Jersey.

Monday rolled around too quickly and Taylor awoke to the shrill ringing of a phone. 'Aren't you going to get that?' she asked Flack from under her pillow.

'It's your phone,' he pointed out.

Groaning, Taylor reached out and bought the incriminating object under the pillow to her ear. 'Y'ellow,' she croaked out.

'Taylor, he's gone.'

'Who's gone?' she asked as her brain started to get the cobwebs out so she could put a name to the voice.

'Martin.'

'Devon?'

'I need some retail therapy. The car will pick you up in an hour.'

And the line went dead as Devon hung up. Taylor groaned, pulling the pillow tightly over her head.

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Retail therapy, to Devon, was buying jewelry. Or in Devon's case, it was staring at every necklace in each store before moving on to the next to try again.

By the eighth jewelry store, Taylor had sadly come to the conclusion that the two of them had nothing in common. Leaving Devon to discuss the clarity of the diamond in a pendant she had been examining, she found herself over at the engagement rings, looking wistfully at them

She shook her head from those thoughts, finding them settling on the ring Danny had bought Lindsay. The last time she had seen it, he'd pulled it out of his wallet when drunk. But now? Or was it meant to be for Nixon. Somehow, Taylor assumed the ring was completely wrong for the woman.

It was a scream accompanied by a yell which brought Taylor abruptly from her daydream.

'Take it easy and you get to see your wife tonight!'

Taylor turned in time to see… Holly Golightly? Had there not been a gun pressed up a man's chest, she would have figured her daydream had taken her to a scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's. Instead, she found herself rooted to the spot.

'Alright this is a robbery. Do exactly as we say and no one will get hurt!'

Taylor's eyes flicked over to the second Holly Golightly. And then to the third, who was now pointing a gun at Devon.

'Everybody, get on the ground, now! Face down, hands by your side!' The second shouted as she headed to the video cameras.

Taylor dropped to the floor watching the three women.

'Everybody stay down, do it!'

She was pretty certain that she should be keeping her eyes on the floor, but she was compelled to watch. Later, when her brain would start processing things again, she would realize she was going to murder the CSIs – she was spending too much time with them.

Taylor's attention switched to the Holly closest to her, whose hand had dropped into the I Love NY bag she had been carrying. Almost instantly, a dog one of the customer's had, whined and barked. And then every piece of glass in the room exploded.

Taylor's hands automatically flew to her head to protect herself from the glass of the engagement ring display cabinet which shattered all over her. From under her hands, she watched the Holly's pull the jewelry from the displays and thrust them in their bags.

Which was when all hell broke loose. The man who had had the gun pointed at him earlier, leapt to his feet, trying to knock the nearest Holly. Her gun went flying, but the third Holly, smacked him with hers, sending him back to the floor.

The alarm burst into life as protective gates fell down, blocking them in. As the Holly's disappeared into a back room, the alarm was momentarily blocked out by the sound of a gun firing.

Taylor flinched violently at the sound, juddering back into the case behind her. It took a moment for her to work out that the gun that went flying was the reason for the man who had stood up to the Holly's to now be spluttering blood.

Taylor scooted over, forgetting about the possibility of the Holly's returning, and placed her hands over the wound. The man stared at her, and then fell still, his eyes still fixed.

Taylor's eyes widened in horror as the strangest feeling overcame her. She couldn't see it, but she felt it: the man's spirit leaving his body. She remained frozen in place, shivering at the feeling, until the alarm was switched off.

The gate was raised a few feet and Taylor moved back from the body as a couple of officers came in, guns drawn.

'They went that way,' Devon blurted out.

'Taylor?'

Taylor looked up as Doc and Kim, the two paramedics, made their way over.

Taylor softly shook her head. 'He's dead,' she told them.

Doc frowned and led her over to one side, draping a blanket over her. 'Are you alright?' he asked her as Kim made her way to another customer.

Taylor shook her head, holding out her arms. They were covered in cuts from where the glass had cut her.

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Flack ducked under the gate. As soon as he stood upright, his eyes fell on Taylor who was having her arms bandaged. He was over in seconds. 'Taylor?'

Taylor looked up. 'I'm fine. It's just cuts from the glass.'

'You're shaking,' he muttered, as Doc gathered up his things and moved onto the next person.

Taylor pulled the blanket around her. 'Really. I'm fine.'

'What happened?'

'I was over there,' she said, pointing. Quickly she recounted everything she could remember.

Flack sighed. 'Stay here.' He headed over to the other witnesses, taking notes, like he had with Taylor, all the will shooting furtive glances in her direction.

'I'm beginning to think you're jinxed,' Devon muttered as she sat down heavily next to her. 'How exciting is this? And who is that hottie?' she asked, pointing at Flack.

Taylor continued to watch Flack. If she didn't know him as well as she did, he would assume he was going about his job like a good cop. But there a few tell tale signs that he was trying hard to keep it that way.

The muscles in his jaw were twitching ever so slightly. And he was clutching so tightly to his pen as he wrote, that any more force was going to cause it to snap. But his eyes, although dark and stormy, every time he glanced at her, only showed her two things. Concern. And love.

It hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in love.

Yes, she had, only a short time ago, been staring at rings, but it wasn't until then that she knew. She was completely besotted with the man. And suddenly, she knew it was going to be alright.

She was bought out of her trance by Devon's fingers waving in front of her face. 'You alright?' Devon asked.

Taylor turned to the concerned redhead and nodded. 'Yeah,' she told her, honestly. 'I am.'

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Flack had finally finished interviewing the witness and was allowing them to filter out, as the CSIs arrived to process the scene.

Devon was trying to persuade Taylor to leave too, but she was hoping to have a moment with Flack. She realized, as Lindsay walked over to her, that that wasn't going to happen, but she sent Devon on her way anyway, promising to call her later.

'Tay?' Lindsay asked as she spotted her lingering figure.

'Hey, Lindsay,' Taylor smiled softly.

Lindsay cocked her head, staring. 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing's wrong,' Taylor told her, shaking her head.

'No, a good wrong,' she said slowly. 'Something's changed in you.'

Taylor started and looked down at her reflection in a piece of broken glass. She didn't look different. Maybe a few scratches on her face.

'Vic's name is Michael Willis,' Flack's voice carried over the room. He was the assistant manager. His wife just gave birth two weeks ago. It was his second day back on the job.'

'Hey, Flack, was this gate open or closed when you arrived?' Stella asked as she ducked under it.

'It closed when the alarms went off,' said Taylor, walking over.

Flack nodded. 'First on scene had it opened once he determined the suspects were gone. Why?'

'You know,' Stella mused. 'I'm thinking, from the position of the murder weapon and the GSR on the floor, I'd say it was an accident.'

Taylor glanced down at the victim. 'It was. There was an altercation, the gun went flying, and the gate came crashing down on it.'

'The vic was killed during the commission of a robbery. That makes this felony murder.'

Stella nodded her agreement. 'Who do we like for it?'

'You tell me,' frowned Flack, handing over a still from the security camera. 'This was the last shot before they did a number on the surveillance cams.'

'Three Holly Golightly's,' said Taylor. 'But I think one was called Beth.'

Lindsay looked over Stella's shoulder at the photograph. 'Breakfast at Tiffany's? But I don't get it. I don't remember Holly Golightly ever robbing a jewelry store.'

'Right,' Stella agreed. 'It was a love story.'

Flack glanced down at his phone. 'I'm running the name Beth along with the description and MO, I'm waiting to see what comes back on that,' he told them.

Stella frowned and surveyed the area. 'Check out with the FBI as well. This might be something they have come across before.'

'Yes,' Flack agreed as Lindsay met Danny and the pair began to process one of the display cabinets. 'I've also put the word out on the street for a diamond trade theft alert. If the thieves try to fence the merchandise, we'll know soon enough.'

Stella sighed and headed over to Lindsay and Danny, leaving Taylor with Flack. 'Do me a favor?' he asked her gently.

'What?' she asked him, staring up into his eyes. The concern was there again.

'Go home. Get some sleep.'

'You're assuming I'm not being haunted by Michael?'

Flack gave her a wry smile. 'You'd have mentioned it by now. Leave playing detective to me.'

'I don't know what you mean?' she muttered.

'There was an altercation?' he repeated her words.

Taylor shrugged. 'You were bound to rub off on me, eventually.'

Flack sighed. 'Please. Just go home.'

Taylor slowly nodded.

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She was sat on the windowsill of her living, one foot in the room, the other hanging out over the fire escape, watching the cars drive by like beetles, Garth Brooks playing softly in the background.

It had taken three hours of sitting there, staring at the traffic, for her to realize what the problem was, what the unknown feeling that had been gnawing away at her for the past few weeks. It was fear.

There had been weeks of nights plagued with nightmares. Whilst they were less frequent when she shared her bed with Flack, they could still appear. True, he'd told her he couldn't sleep when she couldn't, but recently, he'd been so tired that he'd fall asleep straight away. And it was only if she tossed and turned that she had the nightmares, so she'd disappear into Marty's room and sleep the nightmares out in there.

There was something coming. Something looming overhead. She wasn't sure what. But it was there, settling deep into her spirit.

She sighed and brought one of her knees up, leaning her head onto it.

She was convinced she was being paranoid. She spent half her days helping ghosts chase after bad guys. The other half was spent researching and writing about the other evils of the city.

And the feeling that she experienced at the moment Michael Willis had died? Well, if it wasn't for the warm feelings Flack conjured up, she would have a chill set deep into her bones.

She inhaled deeply before exhaling though her nose. It was time to put her mind to more constructive thoughts. Ready to nip out and purchase a paper to investigate recent apartment rentals, she slipped of the windowsill and froze.

In the center of her room was a pretty blonde with a gunshot wound to her chest, accompanied by Maddy.

'You have to help them,' the blonde pleaded, tears in her eyes. 'They don't know how much trouble they're in.'

Taylor glanced at the ghost then at Maddy, before returning her gaze to the blonde. She nodded firmly, switching the stereo off.