The Letter:

Nancy put her car in park, slowly, almost as if it took too much effort, she turned her classic blue roadster convertible off and opened the door. Still slow she climbed out. It was late and she was tired. She walked up to the house, her father was still up surprisingly. She knew why but didn't want to think about what time of year it was.

"Hello Dad." Nancy said walking over to the stairs, glancing at him at the piano.

"Going to bed Nan?" He asked looking up at her.

"Yes I am quite tired." She said getting up to the first landing. Her father came to the bottom.

"Good night than dear." He said watching her.

"Good night." Nancy smiled.

"There's a letter on your desk!" He called up to her before she shut the door.

She didn't respond, barely able to lift her shirt over her head, still sore from the minor burns and bruises of the mansion fire she was in only a few weeks ago. She didn't even look at her desk but instead put on her night dress and climbed into bed. Quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, or so she thought, she woke before the sun. Unsure of why she woke she looked at her nightstand to check the time just as her phone went off.

"Weird." She said looking at it. There was no text, no call or any thing that could have made it light up. The time read 7:15.

She closed her eyes again, not really tired anymore, but a bit stiff from wounds. She got up slowly and stretched, seeing the envelope unopened still on her desk she picked it up, looking it over carefully. It was addressed right to her from Scotland. She pulled her strawberry hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ears as she opened it. It read:

Nancy Drew,

Our agency has been monitoring your progress for some times now, and we are quite impressed with your accomplishments.

I'll get to the point: Certain events have forced our organization to reopen a case that has gone unsolved for the last eight years. Although impressive, your field work experience is only part of the reason we're requesting your help. Simply put, Ms. Drew, we're asking your help not because of what you can do, but because of who you are.

Eight years ago Kate Drew died in a single automobile crash in the outskirts of Glasgow. This official version of your mother's death is, as you may have suspected, not the entire story. Her death was not an accident. We have strong evidence that Kate was killed by the very group she was investigating.

We need your help. We've included a place ticket and have a room ready for you at Glaucus Lodge. You will be briefed upon arrival.

There is no time to spare. The future of Glasgow may rest in your hands.

Office of international Affairs

MI5

Her eyes scanned the words over and over. Neatly typed with a water mark on the page. formally stated and stamped. In the top corner was a black spot with white lettering.

"Security Service MI- 5 Cathedral." She read aloud.

She looked at a picture of her mother, the last one ever taken of her.

Kate was standing a a train station, Loch Lomond in the back. Her reddish hair in a pony tail, dressed in a grey wrap around coat, full of business. Just as Nancy remembered her the most.

Nancy could hear the piano being played. A song her mother loved. Back eight years, right before Kate left forever. Nancy's desk was scattered with colored pencils. Tape a coloring book, her old carrasel she could even remember the unicorn she had been drawing when the music grabbed her ears and made her go sit by the rail quietly to listen. She could see her livingroom, no different then it was now, with Kate at the piano. Only distracted from the song by a phone call. The conversation was clear to Nancy even still.

"Drew residence, Kate speaking." She said.

The reply unheard.

Mom obviously didn't want the other person heard. "You know this line isn't secure. Moira, stop- I'll call you." She said.

With that she hung up, didn't seam to notice Nancy, then only ten years old, watching and walked outside to the front porch.

Nancy looked over the things in her hands. A plane ticket, room key and photo. She set them all down, then and there, still in her night dress, she desided she had to go to Glasgow. She had to solve this.

She got dressed, brushed her hair, putting her hair in a ponytail. Her bangs in front hung beside her face, looking in the mirror she saw her mother staring back. It made her teary as she secretly packed her clothes. She left the suitcases on her bed and went down to Hannah and her father at breakfast.

"You look so much like her." Carson said sadly as Nancy came in.

"I saw that this morning." Nancy said. She gave her father a kiss and Hannah a hug.

Hannah came in shortly after Kate's death, kinda taking roal of mother for Nancy. She never knew Kate, other then what River Heights told her when she moved here, but she was very understanding when Kate came up.

Nancy enjoyed her breakfast for a little while in silence, she knew that day and knew her father would be easily pressed.

"Eight years." He said it.

"That's a long time." Hannah said softly.

"But it seams like eight day's" He said.

Nancy tightened her grip on her fork. After the letter her wound was scratched, her father saying it felt like days opened it again. To her it felt like she had just read or heard the call when her mother's death was told to her. Not to mention that she was young, and the letter just told her it wasn't an accident. She was learning too much too fast!

She ate in silence, trying to stomach the food, and thinking about the case.

"Nancy?" Carson snapped her out of it. She felt tears on her face. "You alright sweetie?"

"I- I miss her is all." Nancy said. She couldn't tell him about the case.

Quickly excusing herself she went to the restroom. Brushing her teeth and washing her face.

She stayed in her room until her father left. She made sure she understood it all correctly on what needed done. It was 10:00 before she managed to pick a lock on a file cabinet, take her mother's notes that she was able to find and went to tell Hannah everything. Hannah didn't want to let her go, but saw how important it was and decided to let her "Sneak away."

Nancy loaded her car, calling Ned, her boyfriend, on the way and meeting him at his house. There she explained the case and what he needed to do.

"If that happened to your mother..." He tried. He wanted to stop her.

"Ned." She hushed him. "Just keep my car here. I have to do this!"

Ned sighed as she was already ready to go. He caught her around the waist.

"I know you want this closer." He said.

Nancy twisted to face him. "We didn't even get her body. We need this. I have to find out what happened. What was kept from me."

Ned kissed Nancy slowly, putting every bit of love he had into it. Nancy relaxed a bit and dragged the kiss out. They broke slowly to look at each other.

"I will drive you. But I wont like it." He said.

Nancy smiled for the first time in what seamed like forever. Ned driving they headed to the airport. Ned seamed doubtful and worried if he would ever see her again.

"Maybe this is how your dad felt." He said.

"Maybe." Nancy said squeezing his hand. "But this time, I know I'm coming back."