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Sight Unseen

Detective Hahn leaned against the door of John's office and grinned at the sight of Lenore sitting behind the desk. She was reserved and hardly spoke to anymore when she came to the station but it was clear she was taking care of John. She was always checking on him and bringing him dinner, like tonight.

"Hey," he said, pushing off the door.

Lenore looked up and gave a small smile when she saw her brother's friend. Rising from her brother's chair, she crossed her arms across her chest and said, "Hello Detective Hahn."

"Andy, please," he said, waving his hand dismissively, "Here to do make sure your brother doesn't keel over?"

Giving an airy laugh, Lenore nodded, "Yeah, that's right. Is he around?"

"Lenore? What are you doing here?" came her brother's voice as he entered the doorway.

"Speak of the devil," Andy teased.

He patted John on the shoulder before leaving the two siblings alone. John closed his door and turned to his sister, "I thought you were having a girl's night with Scarlett?"

Giving a dry scoff, Lenore said, "So did I, but apparently Alex doesn't think it's a good idea."

Furrowing his brow, John shook his head, "Why?"

Lenore merely raised a brow, "You still have to ask? You know she doesn't like me."

"That's not true," John said, defending his wife.

Lenore walked around the desk and approached her brother. Reaching out she touched his unshaven cheek, "You're not sleeping."

Taking her hand, John said, "I'm fine."

"John," Lenore said gently, "You haven't been to your house in days. You're little girl needs you and so does your wife."

Stepped away and walking to take his seat, he said, "Just a minute ago you were saying Alex didn't like you and now you're defending her?"

"Don't twist my words!" she said sharply, "We may not get along but I know Alex loves you and I know you love her. Ever since Holden-"

"Stop!" he growled, looking up from the papers on his desk and fixing her with a glare.

Closing her mouth, Lenore held up her hands, "Fine; I'm sorry I said anything."

Turning, she opened the door and walked quickly down the hall, leaving her brother to groan and fall back against his chair, covering his eyes with his hands. A buzzing noise came from his phone and he pulled it from his pocket.

A smile crossed his face when he saw that it was Scarlett. He quickly swiped his phone and her cherub face came on the screen. She beamed when she saw him, "Hi Daddy!"

"Hey baby," he said warmly, "ready to start?"

Scarlett nodded, "Yeah but Aunt Lenore said she would be coming over tonight."

He frowned slightly. Scarlett was close to her aunt despite Alex's feelings about his sister. It was one of the things they argued about. Alex wasn't comfortable with Lenore being alone with their daughter but John never had a reason to believe there was anything to worry about. Lenore adored Scarlett.

"Where did we leave off?" he asked, reaching into his desk to pull out the book for their nightly reading.

Lenore walked out of the station and into the night, her hands clenched at her sides. Her dress bellowed from a sudden breeze and she pulled her cardigan tighter around her. Her long dirty blonde hair blew around her face as the wind rushed against her.

It had been a painful five years for her brother and she felt it was only getting worse. He blamed himself and thought Alex blamed him as well for Holden's disappearance. She too felt blame, feeling as though it were somehow her fault that her nephew was gone. It wasn't rational but she felt that way all the same.

Help

She stopped walking at the sound of the airy whisper.

Help me...please

She straightened her back as the familiar feeling creeped down her neck. Closing her eyes tightly she whispered, "Go away."

Please

Gripping tightly on to the front of her dress, she shook her head and said repeatedly, "Go away, go away, go away.." over and over again.

Help!

"STOP!" she screamed, bringing her hands up to cover her ears.

Suddenly there was only silence again. Breathing heavily, she covered her face with her hands and bent over as she tried to stop her racing heart. It had been a while since she had heard the voices. Usually she just saw things. It was why her mother had tossed her in the hospital when she was a child.

"But they're my friends!"

"Stop it Lenore! Just stop it!"

Lenore straightened and shook her head of her mother's voice before dropping her hands and opening her eyes only to scream as she saw a woman standing not 2 feet away from her. She was pale and wearing a bloody dress. She reached out her hand to grab at Lenore but she pulled back and began walking backwards.

The woman looked at her with sorrow, tears running down her face, "Help me! Please!"

Lenore stared at her and said, "I can't, I'm sorry!"

"HELP ME!" the woman screamed, lunging towards her in another attempt to grab her.

Lenore pulled her arm just before the ghostly woman could touch her. Now glaring, Lenore held her hand out towards the woman and she froze, as if something was holding her away from Lenore.

"How?" the ghost asked her, staring in bewilderment.

Lenore said through clenched teeth, "Stay away from me!"

With a sweep of her hand, the ghost let out a hollow scream as she seemed to be thrown backwards and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lenore alone on the street.

By the time she arrived at the dorm, her roommate, Sarah, had already left for some party. She found a note on her bed that read,Be back late, don't wait up :)

Tossing the note in the trash, Lenore made her way towards her bed where she fell back and stared up at the ceiling. She had been attending college for two years now and felt like she was merely doing what was expected of her.

She wanted nothing more than to get lost in her painting but she knew John would never really support that. He wanted her to be able to take care of herself and he would say that painting wouldn't be an attainable dream.

But still. It seemed the only thing that made any sense to her was painting. She could spend hours just staring at a canvas and seeing the image appearing to her as she mixed the colors and made brush strokes against the empty white space.

Siting up, Lenore stared over at her record player and a smile came to her face.

Elsewhere, across town in a room of the Hotel Cortez, another soul was contemplating his own art.

"P-please!" begged the bleeding woman from where she was tied up behind the half built brick wall, "please stop!"

James March peered down at the girl and tisked, "Can't you stop that god awful wailing?!"

"Plea-mmph!"

James stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth to silence the screaming and began to whistle along with the music playing from his record machine.

"Miss Evers!" he called.

Soon a portly woman with red hair, dressed in a maid's uniform, came rushing in, "Yes Mr. March?"

"Fetch me a new handkerchief would you?" he asked, giving his long time servant a grin.

"Right away sir!" she said before rushing out of the room.

Turning back to his task, James continued at his task at hand. The woman continued to cry through the muffling of the cloth between her teeth, begging him with her eyes to let her go. But that he could not do. No, her fate was sealed. Literally.

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