So, after reading through the reviews for my last chapter (thanks for the reviews, I'm loving reading what everyone thinks!), I have come to the conclusion that some people seem to be catching on to what I have planned for this story, which is good :D but no one has worked it out completely, which is awesome! Okay, so I'll be leaving more clues in this chapter so maybe someone can work it out before I finish the story. That's a challenge for you all!

Emm, just thought I should let you know that there's quite a bit of jumping about from character to character in this chapter, more so than the other chapters so please bear with me.

With my notes made, all I have left to say is happy investigating!

Chapter 13: Daisy?

She had the perfect life with the perfect looks, perfect hair, perfect figure and perfect boyfriend. What more could a girl ask for?

Daisy had waited a long time for her boyfriend of almost a year to fall asleep, and when he did, she cautiously unpeeled his arm from around her and snuck out of the bedroom, making sure that she didn't open the door too quickly and triggering the horrible creak.

She snuck across the hall to Bill's study, the place where she had found the information that she had sent to her little brother a few days ago. She hadn't sent him anything more since then seeing as she had not had a good opportunity to sneak in and look up the profiles of Alexander Courtez and George Little. At the thought of the second man mentioned, Daisy shuddered. S

If Daisy knew Bill well, she would be right in thinking that the computer should still be on and Bill's account should still be logged in. And she must've known him as well as she had thought seeing as she was right, and the donor profile listings were still up. To her surprise one of the two she was looking for was up.

Daisy felt her heart rate speed up dramatically. Under normal circumstances, she would enjoy the thrill of doing something behind peoples backs, it made her feel like a rebel, a spy or both. But never did she have to do something this serious which could land her in jail for snooping.

She sent the page to her brother and proceeded to look for George Little, who she doubt would even have a profile on this page, after all, he was a criminal. Did criminals even care about what happened to their organs once they were dead?

She didn't have time to answer her own question because of the shadow casted over her and a voice that called out to her.

Maybe she was going to find out the answer to her question now.

Word from Daisy had been pretty scarce lately. Gary had been exchanging discreet texts with his older sister over the past few days as well as getting on with his school work and investigating things about the missing project.

He sat on his chair at the table and tried to do some of the work that he had missed while he was away to see Ivy, but he found it hard to focus, knowing that Daisy could slip up and get caught for what she was doing and… Gary didn't want to think of the consequences. They would only worry him more and the guilt of knowing that Daisy could wind up in jail would eat him up.

Gary had spent about half, if not more, of his work time refreshing his email inbox in case Daisy suddenly emailed him. At some point, Gary thought that it was stupid of him to wait like that. It was three in the morning. If Daisy wasn't out at whatever club, she would at Bill's all snuggled up in bed, not doing things for him at hours like this.

When the hands on his clock signalled four, he gave up and retreated to his bed.

The pencil left many harsh lines on the page. The drawings, if they could be classed as drawings, made no sense.

The pieces of paper that had been thrown away from its epicentre by May were all over the place: on the floor, on the tables, on the chairs, under the bed – everywhere. But what was on the sheet? The same on every. Single. One.

"Bill, I thought you were asleep." Daisy said, trying to cover to shock in her voice. She was busted and she knew it.

"I was but then I rolled over and thought I'd squashed you but you weren't even there!" he said as he approached her. "What are you doing on my computer?" he asked her.

"I couldn't sleep so I was going to see if my brother was online, you know, it's just him and his girlfriend there. Just wanted to check up on them." Daisy said slyly. "But he's not online, which I should've guessed." She pulled a fake unimpressed look. "I'll just log out and we can go back to bed."

He felt his body move, not because he moved though. The movement was involuntary on his account. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw an all too familiar brunette jumping on the half of the bed that he wasn't lying on.

He noticed that she seemed a little too into the jumping to realise that he was now fully awake and completely ready to make her stop his way. Imperceptibly, he moved his hands towards her ankles and grabbed them, yanking her down onto the bed and promptly rolling on top of her.

"Never wake a man like that." He said to her, his face less than an inch from hers. He got up after that and went into the bathroom, not bothering to put a shirt on as he got up.

Leaf just laid there, slightly dazzled by what just happened. Her heart raced and her temperature soared.

"What just happened?" Leaf asked herself, quietly.

He opened the door slightly, only popping a head in to see if May was awake or not and if so, whether she was busy or startled or anything like that.

May looked focused, focused on her work from the night before. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was pale and her hair was all over the place.

Drew was going to say something and decided against it and instead picked up a few of the sheets that covered the floor and looked at them. He flicked through each sheet quickly and came to the conclusion that they were all the same. A drawing of a hand holding a knife, though, he had admit that the proportions in the drawing was a bit off.

He looked at the piece of paper that May was drawing on.

And what he saw was another one of the same drawing, only this one was neater than the ones he had picked up.

Gary sat on the armchair, thinking about Daisy. He'd kept up his routine of checking his email every few minutes just in case Daisy had sent him anything. But other than a few emails from people he didn't care too much about, nothing that really mattered popped up.

Leaf was quiet. She sat in the arm chair opposite him in the library where they had their meeting a few days ago and watched the grass grow, literally.

"Why has Daisy not emailed back?" Gary asked frustrated with a hint of guilt.

"She'll be fine; she always gets things her way so I'm sure she's fine. It's probably Bill being all clingy and stuff because his girlfriend is way out of his league." Leaf said, voicing her real opinion of the man and making the mood less tense, but only for a second.

Gary agreed with that. He was not completely sure if Bill is right for his sister but only time would tell.

"I suppose so…" He said as he looked out the window too.

They sat in silence, doing nothing but watching the time go by slowly. They watched as all the airborne animals flew swept past the window and dove down onto the grass, hunting for a decent meal.

"What would you do if you were Daisy right now?" Gary asked.

Leaf diverted her gaze from the window to Gary, who kept his stare on the world outside. "Not sure, I mean, doing something like that… There's always a risk of getting caught by Bill at any moment."

"So you wouldn't have done it if you were Daisy?" he asked her.

Leaf shook her head. "I would've but email wouldn't be my first method of sending the info to you." Leaf said.

Gary looked at her curiously. "Why not?"

Leaf shrugged. "I personally find it harder to cover if I get caught. I'd probably use something like Skype. At least then I could quickly click onto someone and start talking to them if I did get caught."

"Leaf, if you're right, I'll declare as a genius; just a rank below me."

"'Scuse me," Leaf said, feigning an offended look, "I've always ranked above you."

"As if," Gary scoffed, "You're the one who got pinned down to the bed this morning. That doesn't happen to weak people."

Leaf opened her mouth. "Well, it's just because everything's out of balance in my life at the moment. Wait till everything goes back to normal, then we'll see if you'll be saying that!"

But then the thought hit them. Will things ever be normal again?

The door opened and the silence that was in the room was broken. All three of the heads that were in the room whipped round to see exactly who they were expecting: the green hair, green eyed boy.

He came in late for the meeting with Caroline Maple, Norman Maple and May's psychiatrist however, the still welcomed him in warmly, and pressed on with the meeting.

"Okay, where is that boy."

"I know. Boys are such bad time keepers!" Leaf complained, throwing her arms in the air.

Gary glared at Leaf. "Not the point and most definitely not true." He said, "But seriously, where is that boy? He should've been here over twenty minutes ago!"

As if right on cue, they heard the doorbell go.

"That better be him." Gary muttered as he rose to his feet and went to open the door, leaving Leaf to sit in the library.

When Gary returned from opening the door, he was followed by Drew. This time, his late arrival was not met with a warm welcome.

"Okay, now that Mr late is here, let's start this meeting." Gary announced as he and Drew took their seats.

The room fell silent. Nobody knew who should present their finding's first, but after a game of rock, paper, scissors, the result of the games concluded that Leaf was to present first.

"Okay, so this week I went home and had a poke around my parents' study." she started and pulled out a folder with lots of paper. "I had a skim through this stack and found that the project, which involved using a human organ transplant to animate things."

"What kind of things?" Drew asked.

Leaf shrugged. "Not sure. None of the sheets said what objects or what organs. But Gary did tell me to research the brain which is precisely what I did so that'd presumably be the organ. I didn't really find much about the brain except for stuff like how it functions, where it is, how big it is, how it can be affected by drugs and other chemicals, how memory is retained and the specialised areas."

"And how is memory retained?" Gary asked Leaf who handed him a page from her folder.

"Read it yourself." She said, "But interestingly enough, apparently memory from the brain donor is stored in the brain even when it's been transplanted into another person!"

Gary skimmed through the sheet. This was something he was going to have to read later and pay lots of attention to.

"And that's all I have so now I will pass the speaking stick to Gary." Leaf passed her pen to Gary. She held onto it the whole time she spoke.

"Uh, thanks Leaf… Anyway, I checked my Skype like you suggested Leaf and thanks to that suggestion, I got what we were waiting for." Gary said as he held up few sheets of paper. "Daisy had sent me the profile via Skype and I've printed each of us a copy."

Leaf mentally cheered as she was right about using Skype, and also Gary would have to admit to calling her a genius.

"Alexander Courtez, aged thirty-nine at the date of death." Drew read.

"Died in a car crash when it crashed into the car of George Little who strangely enough died from a deep incision in the neck which could not have been formed by the shards of the glass from his shattered wind screen. Little died from blood loss from the neck wound whereas Courtez died from the impact of the crash. The pressure caused his heart to stop beating and because there was no one around to witness the crash, no one knows how long ago the crash had happened and when the drivers died." Gary finished.

"Wait," Leaf interrupted. "How did Little get the neck wound then? It doesn't say so on your printout."

"Nobody knows." Gary replied. "Presumably a third party."

"Or from Courtez." Drew suggested. "While at hospital watching May, I had some time to do some research and found that Courtez was on antidepressants after his daughter died."

"So you're suggesting that Courtez died after Little?" Gary questioned.

"It's a possibility seeing as there were no witnesses, as you said." Drew pointed out.

"Where was this crash anyway?" Leaf asked.

"Outskirts of Vermillion City." Gary answered, "Why?"

"Professor Ivy lives near there and is often called in as a crime scene specialist, isn't she?"

"Good thinking Leaf, I'll pay her a visit and see if I can get anything out of that woman, that annoying woman." Gary said, rubbing his temples at the thought of his Aunt Ivy. How he was related to that woman, he wasn't sure – they were nothing alike!

"I think this is the first time I've seen you react like that about a woman." Drew stated and Leaf nodded.

It was true, Gary had been a skirt chaser since he had met Drew and even before then.

"She's not just any woman." Gary replied.

"Then why don't you bring Leaf with you?" Drew suggested.

Leaf's eyes shot opened. She had a vague memory of Professor Ivy from when she was a kid. She used to work with her parents too but later moved away to specialise in a different field of science. The memories Leaf had of Ivy were sparse and most definitely not all positive. Or even close to positive.

"Leaf, pack your bag, we're heading to Vermillion after school this Friday."

"Why can't Drew go instead of me?" Leaf asked in her pouty voice.

"I need to keep an eye on May and keep up to date with the analysis from her drawings. That was why I was late today." Drew explained.

"What did the doctors say about May?" Leaf asked, concerned about her friend. She had not visited her since a few days ago.

Drew searched his pockets and pulled out a piece of paper that had been folded over several times. He unfolded it and held it up, revealing one of May's drawings.

The picture was of a small hand holding onto an oversized knife.

"The psychiatrist said that this drawing that May had drawn over and over again may be what out her in the state she's in now." Drew said, passing the drawing to Leaf and Gary to get a better look of.

"Why is the knife so much bigger than the hand?" Leaf asked.

"The psychiatrists said it could be because that's what possessed the threat."

"Why is the hand wearing your bracelet, Leaf?" Gary asked as he looked at Leaf.

She let out a sigh.

"That Misty, she's gotta, like, stop leaving things lying about like that."

She picked up a t shirt lying on the wrong half of the room and tossed it onto Misty's bed. She turned to walk back to her half of the room and before she knew it, she tripped and fell onto the floor over something that she assumed to be Misty's.

"Gosh, how old are you? Still playing with dolls." She grumbled as she clambered back to her feet and propped the doll down on Misty's dresser.

Where the knife was.

The sky had darkened considerably since Drew had left the Oak residence.

Gary sat outside on the swing set that he and Daisy would use to play on. He looked up at the sky and let his thoughts roam free, though; he wished they would stop, especially when they were the thoughts that he had.

He felt a hand on touch his shoulder gently. "You look like you're thinking about something. Care to share the thought?" Leaf asked as she occupied the empty swing next to him, the one that Daisy had claimed as hers.

"It's Daisy." Gary sighed, "You know how she'll always answer her phone and never puts it down, right?"

"Who doesn't know what she's like?" Leaf commented.

"I can't get through to her."

So, this is my longest chapter for this story so far, just a wee fact for ya. Anyway, next chapter, Leaf and Gary set off to Vermillion and Drew watches May but of course there's going to be more to it :D and I had a reviewer asking about the doll's eye colour and stuff and I'd like to say that you're absolutely correct in saying that I'll reveal its importance later, not that I had forgotten about it…

Anyway, review please and I'll get cracking with the next chapter soon :D Let's pray that Daisy will be okay!