A/N: Yay, I remembered today! I was taking a walk when I suddenly realized it was Monday and that I hadn't posted this chapter yet! I feel so proud right now.

So, school starts on Wednesday. I'm starting my junior year, and can I just tell you how eager I'm really not about this. After next year, senior year, I have to learn how to adult. I don't like this at all...

I'll stop boring y'all. Enjoy the chapter!

An hour later, the four were back in the police station surrounding Babineaux's desk. Sam and Dean were confused and concerned for Liv, for whatever had happened to her back in the alley. When asked about it, both Liv and Babineaux had clammed up until they reached a bit of a more secure place.

Now Babineaux sat at his desk, Liv sat in the interview chair, and Dean and Sam stood around the desk.

Dean looked directly at Liv, who seemed to be really good at avoiding both stares and conversation. "So," he said. "Why don't we start with something easy, huh?"

Babineaux and Liv shared a look, and Liv nodded. "Fine."

"First," Sam said. "Why did you come? Not to be rude or anything, but you're an M.E., not a detective or even a uni."

That is an easy one, Liv's expression read. She opened her mouth, but before anything could come out, Babineaux spoke for her. "Liv is kind of my de facto partner. She may not be a detective, but she may as well be. In addition to being good at snooping out clues and getting information from either suspects or witnesses, she also has another...skill." They shared another glance, this one almost nervous. Dean and Sam shared their own.

"And this...other skill?" Dean asked wearily.

"Visions," Liv said quickly. "I have visions about our murder victims." Both Sam and Dean gave her an incredulous look. "It's true! The visions I get are memories the victim had, usually from shortly before they died."

"And the one you experienced at the crime scene?" Sam asked hotly.

Liv looked away, pain crossing her face. Her hand crept up to cradle her throat. "I saw her...the vision started just minutes before she died and-" She stopped.

Sam cleared his throat, face suddenly clouded. "You saw Becky die."

Liv looked up again. "Not just saw. I experienced it firsthand. I saw it all from Becky's point of view. I felt that knife slash her throat. Do you know how awful it is? Experiencing someone's death like that?"

Sam made a sympathetic face as he remembered his own death visions. "Yeah, actually, I do. They're not pleasant."

Liv's own face clouded at that confusing comment, but she let it go. "Anyways, I feel like the only way I can make a difference, the only way I can make these visions mean anything is if I help Clive solve the murders."

Dean frowned. "But what triggers the visions? How and why do you get them?"

Liv bit her lip, hand moving to brush her hair behind her ear. "I don't know why," both Sam and Dean immediately felt this was a lie, "but they're usually triggered by similar events, images, objects, or phrases both the victim and I experienced."

"And in the alley?" Sam asked.

"It was the sign for Bella Notte, above the alley access door. She was staring at it before she died."

Sam and Dean sighed, sharing another look. "Alright," Dean said. "We're done here, I think, but expect a call from one of us if something comes up." Liv nodded, then stood. "I'll be in the morgue," she said, addressing Babineaux. He nodded, and she exited the room.

"How long has she been a psychic?" Dean asked.

"Uh, since I joined Homicide. She'd only become the assistant M.E. a couple months before I transferred, and I think she was trying to just stay out of it then."

"What changed her mind?"

Babineaux shrugged. Dean pursed his lips. "Is there anything else odd about her? And I mean other than the fact that the girl is a freakin albino, her taste buds are nonexistent, and she has visions about the dead."

Babineaux seemed to think for a moment. "Well, whenever we have a new case, Liv always seems to adopt the most dominant personality traits of the victim."

Dean and Sam shared yet another look, then Dean held out his hand to Babineaux. "Thanks, Detective. We'll be in touch."

Minutes later, the two were once again walking out of the station. "What're you thinking?" Dean asked.

Sam just shook his head, leaning on the roof of the Impala. "It's pretty clear that Liv some sort of something, the question is what."

Dean shrugged. "Another question, if she is a thing, is she the thing that's killing people? I mean, you heard Babineaux. Liv adopts major personality traits from the victim. Maybe she is just a psychic?"

"I don't know," Sam said. "But we should probably make sure of the facts before we act on them."

"Duh, dude." Dean just shook his head. "What? You think that I was gonna burst in on some possibly-innocent girl and start shooting? We don't even know what she is, if she is a thing!"

"Whatever. Just get in the car." Sam slid in, and a moment later, Dean did as well.