Vanessa.J - Thank you! And if you ever want any help or anything, feel free to drop me a line!!

ambercsiny - I'm cruel like that (:P) Hey, have you sent me anything recently - do I owe you anything back??

Bmangaka - I think there would be arguments - you might be right on that. Although one man beating everyone else would be entertaining!

Madison Bellows - I know, it knocks me for six everytime I look at my stats - it's actually really humbling! I love my job. I get to read personel files all day - and the best news I have is a room full of disciplinaries and dismissals that I need to sort out - I can't wait!

demolished-soul - I'll be honest - that episode upset me too. Maybe because they suddenly had him go from lovable to murderer - alright, so it was three years later, but it was three years with no mention of anything!

Carrie Michelle - I think he will be, yes - your feeling is right! I think I have some uses for him! lol

RK9 - Nope - I double-checked, but it's alright! I'm sending him back now - hopefully you're no longer ill! I haven't had a problem with the uploading, but the page loading has definately been slow!

sparkyCSI - nope, no cookies. I am getting this next chapter done tonight, because it has completely stopped me and I need to get past it. It may turn out pants, but I shall move on! lol

AngelicStars - Has the psychic connection continued, or have I lost it? It's nothing to do with any episodes or Supernatural - I may have been trying to be too clever! And thank you!

meadow567 - Nope! Yeah, I was definately trying to be too clever with this - I'm sorry!

Trizzy - Actually, that was one of the recent episodes. Yeah, she is, and yeah, apparently Marty has lost the plot completely. I think they're trying - I think they realised that a lot of people wanted Marty back... I just don't think they realised that people liked Marty! They're gonna get it right one day... I hope.

joy1791 - It wasn't an episode reference, so don't worry. I still can't make my mind up about CSI - I certainly wasn't impressed with the 200th episode! But thank you!

Okay, I was too cryptic with the clues - I'm sorry. You're probably gonna read this and go, "how was I supposed to work that out?" So I'm gonna give you all cookies anyway! And a couple extra to sparky for being a fab beta!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 210: She doesn't care what the prohpets say anymore, For the love she had, She has no more

'What's the cryptic clue?' Flack asked Taylor who was staring in bewilderment at, well, it looked like nothing, but there was most likely a ghost there.

Taylor pursed her lips. 'It's not so much a clue,' she told him. 'As it appears that I can have a conversation with her. She just doesn't seem to know who she is, or what she wants.'

'I know what I want,' the ghost objected.

'What?' Taylor asked her.

'Your help.'

'I need you to look for the light,' Flack suddenly announced, talking louder than was necessary, looking in the general direction Taylor was, but addressing the door rather than the ghost in the doorway. 'Look for that light and step into it.'

The ghost turned to Taylor. 'Is he for real?'

'Don, I don't think that's helping,' Taylor told him as she patted his arm on the way to the armchair. 'Why do you need me to help you?' she addressed the ghost.

'I need you to find someone for me. I need you to let him know I love him. Because I never told him.'

'Do you remember anything about him?' she pressed.

'He was tall, and had beautiful hazel eyes.'

Taylor sighed. 'Right, so we've narrowed it down to what, a quarter of the population?'

'What have we got?' Flack asked.

Taylor quickly repeated the sparse information.

Flack frowned. 'When she says steps... were there seventy two of them?'

'Where did you pluck that number from?'

Flack sighed, shaking his head with a look of disappointment. Not explaining further, he walked over to the DVDs, found one he was looking for and stuck it in the DVD player. Within minutes, he had skipped the scenes on the DVD and stepped back so that Taylor and the ghost could see what was playing.

'Rocky?' Taylor asked in disbelief as she watched Sylvester Stallone run up the stairs to punch the air in triumph.

'He's there,' the ghost agreed excitedly.

'This is going to be interesting,' Taylor muttered, rubbing at her temples. She sighed and pulled out her laptop. At some point, Adam, feeling guilty, had gone and bought her a new one, spent a week making sure that the firewall was foolproof, and left it for her. And the thing was damn fast. She could have Skype, AIM and MSN Messenger running; lord knows how many explorer windows; sync her phone; play the Sims; and still have Word open quickly. She was certain he'd tweaked it to be better than how it had come out of the store, and she wasn't complaining.

It also had the added advantage of being hooked up to the precinct so that Flack could work from home, or as the actual theory had been, to allow him to work from the hospital using their WiFi.

As it was, she was only after it for the simple joy that was Google. Quickly typing in "death", "Philadelphia", "girl", and "steps", she quickly discovered that a lot of girls had been pushed down steps to meet their death.

'Let me,' Flack said, taking the laptop off her and connecting to the precinct. 'There's been nothing matching that since the turn of the century.'

Taylor eyed the ghost. 'Try the nineties,' she suggested. There was something about what the ghost was wearing, how her hair was styled, that led her to believe that she had probably been dead over ten years.

''98 a girl is found dead beneath the Rocky statue. March 14th. Charlotte Clearwater. Twenty four, five ten, 165lbs, brown hair, brown eyes.'

'Sounds like you,' Taylor told the ghost.

'I do not weigh 165lbs,' she objected.

'How did she die?' Taylor asked.

'Stabbed in the back,' Flack read. 'Bled out.'

Worried, the ghost slowly turned around. Sure enough, there was a knife protruding from her back.

'What else?' Taylor asked.

Flack shrugged. 'That's it.'

'Well, who killed me?' Charlotte asked, slightly peeved.

'Who killed her?' Taylor relayed the question.

'It doesn't say,' Flack told them. 'It's classed as still open. All we have is a reference for the file location. In Philadelphia,' he added.

Taylor sighed. 'I guess we're going to Pennsylvania then.'

From the arm of the chair where he was perched next to her, Flack's head swiveled around in a slow, almost inhuman motion. 'I beg your pardon? You're willing to fly to help a ghost?'

'Oh no,' Taylor corrected him. 'I am willing to make a two hour drive.'

'You realize that they're not going to let me take that SUV out of the state, don't you?' Flack asked her.

Taylor looked at her watch. 'Chris has an eight o'clock curfew.'

'Chris isn't going to make it to Philly and back before eight,' Flack told her. 'And the last I checked, he didn't have a car.'

'No,' Taylor agreed. 'However, Chris has been offering to help me buy a car for weeks. And we can get to a dealer and back before his curfew.'

'Taylor,' Flack sighed. 'I'm not stopping you from getting a car, but you're probably not going to be able to walk away with a car that quickly.'

'Hi!' Charlotte interrupted them. 'You know, you could always hop on a plane!'

'Driving would be better for the environment,' Taylor told her, pulling her phone out of her pocket and quickly texting her brother.

'What do I care about the environment – I'm dead.'

Taylor shot her a scathing look as her phone beeped at her. '"K",' she read. 'Is that it?'

'Who are you texting?' Flack asked her, leaning over her shoulder.

'Chris. He's going to help me buy a car. Although it would appear he can only manage one letter answers.'

'You're wasting time,' Charlotte told her.

'Tay, you might have to fly out there,' Flack sighed.

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Several hours later, the pair of them were returning to the house. It had taken them an hour for Taylor to find the car she wanted – checked over and okayed by Chris, and given Flack's seal of approval.

'You have just wasted a whole evening,' Charlotte was grumbling.

'Have you remembered who you love?' Taylor shot at her.

'No,' she muttered.

'Well we've hardly wasted anything.'

'It's a good thing I know you're not crazy,' Flack muttered under his breath as he followed her into the house.

'The car purrs, Don,' Taylor told him.

'I was talking about you talking to yourself,' he told her as he toed his shoes off. 'And I'm going to go book us some flights.'

Taylor froze. 'The car will be ready at the end of next week,' she cried.

'Yes, and next week I won't be suspended anymore and therefore won't be able to go to Philadelphia with you. And we're going to have a weekend away from here.' He turned and headed up the stairs.

Taylor turned to Charlotte. 'You hear that? We're going to Philadelphia. So you'd better start remembering something because I'm not about to waste the whole weekend listening to you tell me you know a song that will get on my nerves.'

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The flight to Philadelphia hadn't been as bad as Taylor had been expecting. The reason being that she was still fuming over a "disagreement" she had had with Nancy just before hand. Her editor had told her in no uncertain terms that she wasn't allowed to leave work early for an unapproved vacation. When Taylor had informed her that it had never been a problem in the past, that she was capable of working away from the office, and that she would only be gone for the weekend anyway, Nancy had relented, allowing it 'this once', and Taylor was to spend the weekend drawing up a list of holiday dates for the year to get them approved so that the same thing didn't happen again. The pissed off feeling lasted long enough to keep Taylor occupied for little over an hour whilst the plane was in the air.

'So is this looking familiar to you?' she asked Charlotte who had sat herself between the two of them in the back of the taxi.

'I've not been to Philadelphia before.'

'Yeah, it feels familiar too,' Charlotte told her.

Taylor gave Flack a pointed look after the taxi driver gave her a funny look in the rearview mirror.

'Although this looks familiar?' he offered.

Taylor gave him a bright smile. 'Let's dump the bags and head straight to the precinct.'

They quickly checked into the Latham Hotel in the center of the city, leaving their bags unpacked on the beds, only stopping long enough to quickly freshen up, before they were back outside hailing another cab.

They were actually within walking distance of "The Roundhouse." The headquarters of the Philadelphia Police Department, aptly named for its appearance. They walked up the steps and into the reception area, where Flack flashed his badge and asked to speak with someone who dealt with cold cases. The receptionist called a uniformed officer over and asked him to escort them to the fourth floor to see a Detective Rush.

Detective Rush was a slim woman, grey eyes, and blonde hair clipped back from her face. She was leaning back in her chair laughing with some of the other detectives in the room, although the main focus of her attention was the man perched on the corner of her desk.

'Detective Rush? This couple has some information about one of your cold cases,' the officer announced before quickly disappeared.

Taylor was giving her a small finger wave when the guy on the desk turned around. 'Detective Valens?'

'Taylor Turner?' he walked over and offered his hand. 'What brings you to my neck of the woods?' he asked her as they shook hands.

'You know each other?' Flack asked at the same time as one of the other men in the room.

'Yeah, this is the detective who was investigating that case which involved Stella. At the same time as Mac's hearing. That seems like forever ago,' she added.

'Detective Valens,' the Hispanic man introduced himself to Flack.

'He's cute!' Charlotte exclaimed.

'Detective Flack. NYPD.'

'This is Rush, Vera, Jeffries and Miller,' he said nodding at the various detectives in the room. What have you been up to?' he asked Taylor.

'Um, sleeping,' she told him.

He laughed. 'You been in a coma, or something.'

'Yeah, actually,' she said, rubbing the back of her head uncomfortably. 'Not long after you left, really.'

'Oh,' he looked as uncomfortable as she did.

'Yeah, can we speed things up?' Charlotte asked them. 'Time is money, and all that jazz.'

Taylor shut her eyes and exhaled, counting to ten to hide her annoyance. 'We might have some information.'

'We need to look at a cold case,' Flack added.

'Which one?' Valens asked.

'Girl stabbed under the Rocky Statue in '98,' said Flack.

'I remember that one,' the detective introduced as Vera spoke up. 'She was a pretty looking girl… Charlotte something.'

'He remembers me!' Charlotte cried cheerfully. 'And he thinks I'm cute!'

Taylor coughed. 'Yeah.'

'So what's the information?' Rush asked her.

Taylor turned her head, pretending to scratch at it, as she gave Charlotte a pointed look. Charlotte just shrugged at her. Taylor gave a nervous laugh and turned back to Lily. 'I don't know just yet.'

'You don't know?' Lily repeated quietly.

'Blue!' Charlotte blurted out.

Taylor shut her eyes and scratched her head. 'Well, I do. It just doesn't make much sense to me.'

'Well maybe it would make more sense to us?' Lily suggested.

'Blue?' Taylor offered, feeling slightly stupid.

'You mean the club she worked at?' Vera asked her.

'Yeah?' Taylor shrugged.

I know I don't tell y'all nearly as much as I know I really should... But thank you! The fact that all of you continue to read means so much to me. Seriously guys - THANK YOU!