-Roy-

I instantly started laughing, then looked at Jon.

"THAT'S what you're doing?! Investigating someone's murder? ...Why?! ...Oh my gosh! You grew a heart! You actually care about someone! Dude! Who were they? Someone you knew? A friend? ...No, you don't have friends..." I went off, basically just saying the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Roy!" Donna scolded, punching me in the arm. "Shut up!"


(That was...very random!)

(Yes! Yay for randomness! xP)

-K.C.-

I stood in the doorway, silently watching one of the men talking aimlessly to the other. It went on for a few long moments before the woman of the group punched the one man- apperantly named Roy- in the arm.

"Alright," I said, bringing attention back to myself. "Is that all you need?" I asked, trying not to be rude. "Or can I assist you in some further way?"


-Giselle-

I turned the knob to the right, and water spurted out of the shower faucet. I wasn't going to take a 'real' shower; I was just going to wash my hair and hands off.

I stuck my hand under the faucet first, wiping the red liquid off. Then I stuck my head under the faucet, getting all of my hair nice and wet. A few moments later, I turned the water off and stood in front of the mirror. Most of the blood had been washed away by the water, but some still remained. So I turned the sink on, got my hands wet, and wiped off the rest of it. Grabbing a towel, I managed to get most of hair somewhat dry. But it was still somewhat wet.

Only a few minutes after K.C. had answered the door, I was finished. So I walked through the narrow hallway, towards the door. Just as I had figured, K.C. was still standing at the door. I walked up silently behind him, but, of course, he knew I was coming. When I was a few feet behind him, he turned around.

"Ah, Giselle, how nice of you to join us," he said. I walked up by his side, looking at the three people on the other side of the door.

"What's up?" I asked casually, tucking my wet hair behind my ears.

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(Yay for putting a post with two people's point of perspectives! xD I thought it'd be too short if I just put K.C.'s point of view. Sorry if it was kinda lenghty. '^^)

-Roy-

"Yeah," I answered. "That's all. Sorry for bothering you," I continued, hints of laughter still evident in my voice. Just as I said that, a girl, probably a little younger than the guy, walked up to the door. She asked what was up. I took this as an oppourtinuity to leave.

"Sorry again," I apoligized once more. "Come on, guys," I said, and grabbed Donna and Jon by the arms, dragging them towards our vehicles.

-K.C.-

As the group was turning around, I threw my arm around Giselle. I had learned long ago that every move- even the smallest- that you made in front of others was very important. Most of the time, when I was being suspected for something or another, Giselle and I played out the whole 'couple' role. Usually just infront of police officials and such. The story behind the reason we did that was a long one.

Turning around, I shut the door with my free hand. As soon as the door was shut, I freed my arm and turned Giselle to face me.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, concerned. She had been completely freaked out just moments earlier, and now she was acting completely casual. The only reason for her behavior, that I could think of in that moment, was insanity. I wasn't fully sane, and I knew what it was like to have those little insane breakdowns. I didn't want to drag her down there with me.

When Giselle looked at me, the emotions were clear on her face.

"I just...I don't know how to react, honestly," she said, sounding confused. "I feel kind of upset that I've actually just done that, but it feels so...so good, at the same time. I'm not sure which emotion I should let take over. I mean, I'm trying to push it all into the back of my mind, but that's obviously not gonna work forever. And....I don't know. I'm probably not making any sense." Giselle sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe I should just take you home, Giselle." I suggested, leaning against the wall beside her. She seemed obviously repelled by that idea.

"I can't go home, K.C. My parents hate me already. What if they found out?" She began to panic.

"They won't find out, Giselle. It's going to be fine." She took that into consideration, then she seemed to calm down.

"You're probably right. But I couldn't face them. Not right now, at least. I just couldn't stand it," she responded, sighing again.

Giselle had a terribly bad relationship with her parents. She somewhat hated them, she thought they hated her, ecetera. I thought over the options for a second.

"You could stay here, if you like," I suggested cautiously. "You'd just have to call your parents and tell them that you are staying over at a friend's house. No need to mention which friend, though."

Giselle's parents and I also had a bad relationship. We had only met a few times, and they had dubbed me "The Freak". I'm not even sure if they know my real name. But, point in case, they hated me. And they weren't aware of how much time Giselle spent with me. And, if Giselle could have it her way, it would be kept like that.

She looked over at me.

"Really?" she asked. I nodded. "Thanks. That...that would be great."

Giselle fished her cell phone out of her pockets and started dialing a memerized number. She stood there for a second before someone on the other line picked up.

"Hey, Mom?" she started casually, as if nothing were wrong.

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(Wow, that was...kinda lengthy. Again. Maybe I need to start shortening up my chapter-thingies? '^^ Goodness, I hate how I can't ever put a somewhat-decent ending...half of the time, at least. '^^)

-Jonathan-

Roy was dragging me away, but I soon got free from his grip.

"I'll be back at the tower later," I told him, and a look of confusion came onto his face.

"Why?" He asked simply, but I was already walking away. I could hear him sigh, then start to walk to catch up with the others.

I wasn't exactly sure where I was going. I was just wandering the streets. I was trying to think what exactly I could do with this case of mine. It was aggravating.

Incidentally, I wound up at the crime scene. I let out a sigh, and wandered into the alley, walking over to where the body had been found. I bent down, inspecting the ground. That's when I noticed a small, black hair. The girl's hair had been blonde. I carefully picked it up, looking at it. There was one in a million chance this would lead me to anything, but I was almost desperate at this point. I put it in a compartment in my utility belt, then stood up.

-Giselle-

I held the cell phone up to my ear, listening to my mother's voice on the other end.

"Well, whose house are you staying at?" she asked, sounding concerned. I was actually kind of surprised at the fact that she would care at all. I thought about her question for a second before answering.

"Uhm, Iz's house. She invited me over after school today. I went to the house to tell you, but you weren't home. So I just figured I'd go ahead go over to her house."

My mother was silent for a few minutes. I asked if she was still there.

"If you're at Izabelle's house, then why don't I hear her brother?" My mom was always one to jump to conclusions. She was always thinking that I was up to something bad. Anyway, Izabelle had a little brother with Autism, so he was constantly making noise. He didn't understand what being quite meant, even though his parents constantly told him. It didn't really bug me, but my mom always listened for him in the background when I said I was at Iz's house. She never trusted me.

"Iz's parents went to the store, and they took him with them. They should be back any minute now." I explained, lying perfectly, almost convincing myself. Again, more silence came from the other end of the line. Finally, my mom seemed to give up. She sighed, telling me to be home by tomorrow morning.

"Fine," I answered, saying goodbye, and hanging up.

I turned around to tell K.C. that everything was taken care of, but he was gone. I looked around at the empty room, realizing that I was alone. I sighed, walking into the kitchen.

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(That was kind of a filler chapter thingy. '^^ Just a quick minor character...thingy. Iz (which is short for Izabelle) is one of Giselle's friends at the high school they attend. And yes, she has a younger Autistic brother. So this wasn't just a character I made up out of nowhere! She really does exist (in my mind...)! Anyway...yeah...'^^)

(Yay for filler chapter thingies! )

-Jonathan-

A little while later, I headed back towards where I left my motorcycle. In this city, it would usually be very stupid to leave a motorcycle or bike-or any personal possesion for that matter-unattended. But mine had a defense system. I wasn't going to let some idiot steal my bike.

I left for the tower, and got there shortly. I instantly went up to the common room, hoping to give the hair to Barbara so that she could run it through our system. Or, the JPD's system as it was. But when I got there, she wasn't sitting in front of the monitor, as she usually was.

Besides myself, Jericho was the only other person in the room. He glanced at me when I came in. I spoke.

"Joseph, where's Barbara?" I asked. He instantly started signing, telling me that she had gone to the computer store to get something for our main computer. I sighed, nodded my head in thanks, then walked over to the monitor. Knowing Barbara, she probably wouldn't be back for hours.

(Yeah, definetly! *Has died from not doing this for so long. Ish reincarnated when she hears they're gonna do this again* )

(I could go ahead and post again. ^^ Sure you don't wanna post anything?)

(Okay. ^^ Let's see...)

--Barbara--

I hate leaving the tower. I mean, I love going to the city, but it's so damned hard! And I hate having to get any help. And people are ALWAYS trying to freakin' help me. They're like, "Oh, look at the cripple. Let me help her as my good deed for the day!" Sigh.

Also, Jump City sidewalks aren't very wheelchair friendly. They're all cracked and broken. And there's like, three inches of trash to wade through. Maybe I can talk Jonathan in to cleaning up the streets in the literal way.

Anyway, reason I was in this city I dislike going to so much: Our computer sucks. I'm constantly having to update it with the newest virus-protection and all that crap to keep those imaginary masterminds from hacking our mainframe. Jon's so freakin' paranoid, he thinks I don't keep any eye out for people like that. But, whatever.

(Hm...a bit filler-ish...)

('Tis okay! Mine is filler-ish, too! )



-KC-

I had left Giselle to her phone call, silently slipping away into the kitchen, towards the basement.

Openening the door to the basement, I looked down the stairs. It appeared that Giselle had done her job well enough. When darkness evaded the light, we would dispose of the bodies properly. Letting them rot in my basement was not the best option to choose. And, noticing that the police would get suspicious, the house had to be clean of all evidence.

Giselle had stopped talking in the other room, and I shut the basement door. She walked into the kitchen seconds later, looking quite aberrant, erratic.

"Maybe you need some fresh air?" I suggested gently. I was just waiting for her to go delirious. She nodded in response, and I led her to the door. I let her in front of me, and followed her outside. Letting her lead the way, we walked down the sidewalk silently.