I just want to say thanks to my kind reviewers.

(Minxfan613 - things do get better this week but there is still a long way to go.)

**(I've got each chapter charted out and I am writing one a day so to make things more interesting (and to ensure I keep up this pace) I've decided to add spoilers for the rest of the week.)**

SPOILERS – This week – The children make a hospital visit, Griffin shocks Kendal to her senses and JR is haunted by a guilty conscious.

**(Can I also apologise in advance for the Buffy/SMG in jokes in this chapter.)**

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It had been a long traumatic week and the Pine Valley Chief of Police was exhausted. Jesse locked himself away in his office going through the latest evidence in the Mansion shootings. He had so much still to get through he didn't think he could afford to stop for a moment. Leads were coming in thick and fast, there were witness statements compiled from everyone at the party, CSI and autopsy results piled up all over Jesse's desk. The file that had Jesse's attention at the moment was the personal history of their Jane Doe assailant.

A DNA sample had identified her as 'Daphne' a missing patient from a Californian Mental Hospital, Sunnydale. The hospital was badly damaged in an earthquake and the patient had disappeared shortly after. She had been admitted after completely trashing a Store's Toy department. The patient was convinced she was Daphne from Scooby-doo and was intent on destroying anything that might contradict her delusion. She was also obsessed with vampires. Her doctor at Sunnydale had classed her as dangerous fantasist. Especially after she almost took the face off another patient with a knife, all the while insisting her victim was wearing a rubber mask. The doctor speculated in his notes how much more dangerous she could be if she began fixating on a person rather than a cartoon character. After her disappearance at the hospital she vanished from sight for two years.

A partial serial number on the gun led them to its real owner, the woman's ex boy-friend who was living in Philadelphia. They had apparently broken up seven months ago, in the boyfriend's words 'because she was nuts' - More specifically, because she was completely obsessed with Erica Kane. This lead also got them a new name, Joan Summers, another alias.

Bianca's lead, the Miranda Centre records, got them another new name, Ann Summers, and had taken them directly to 'Ann's' apartment. It was a shrine to all things Erica Kane. The whole apartment had been trashed, apparently in a rage, but there was clear evidence of her obsession. Thrown around the room were dozens of albums – shredded and screwed up but every one was filled with magazine clippings of Erica Kane and also of Bianca Montgomery. Kendall Hart was noticeable due to her absence; she was the daughter Ann obviously fantasised about being. In fact any picture that had featured Kendall either had her removed or her head replaced by a picture of 'Ann'. Every one of Erica's autobiographies were there, covers in shreds and spines ripped asunder. Even with the damage the pages were clearly dog eared and heavily annotated.

The only piece of Erica memorabilia intact was an autographed picture of Erica Kane which read To my darling Ann. love Erica. However the hand writing was not Erica's – It was a picture signed by Jane, Erica's doppelganger. Jesse was still waiting for further information about this.

There were various theories about what tipped Ann over the edge, maybe she though Erica would recognise her at the Miranda Centre, maybe her breakdown was triggered the moment the police picked her up in the park. Maybe killing Erica had simply been her plan all along, the obscured serial numbers and the simple act of taking her boyfriend's gun seemed to indicate premeditation. It was becoming increasingly clear from all the evidence gathered that what happened at the mansion was inevitable. Ann had snapped for whatever reason and true to her mental state, set out to destroy the object of her obsession. Angie, Zack and Greenlee's deaths tragically, had just been collateral damage.

Jesse rubbed the sleep from his eyes and picked up the ballistics report which was on top of the next pile of papers. He found it hard to focus as he read through the account of each bullet that stuck and the damage it had done. Something in the report gave him pause. Something wasn't adding up and in his exhaustion he couldn't see what was wrong.

Jesse buried his head in his hands. He knew he couldn't go on like this, living off coffee and adrenaline, he would start making mistakes. He knew what he really needed was sleep. Maybe in the morning it would all make sense.

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