Authors Note: Okay. So I might have hit a wall with my other Taggart Fan Fiction but I don't plan on not writing it anymore but this is one idea that hit me suddenly and I just had to write it because I got all excited. I hope you all enjoy reading it.

The young female student controlled her breathing as she jogged around the empty school gym, her heartbeat racing as she hummed along to the music that was blasting through her earphones. She was training hard to participate in the Olympics that would be held in London in three years. It was her trainers dream for her to pick up gold for her, for him and for the United Kingdom.

She didn't have many friends because she was quite a loner and even more dedicated to her training than hanging out with girls or boys her age. After jogging around for the fiftieth time, she stopped and stretched before looking around her.

This gym had been her safety net for many years, her sanctuary when the world was cruel and the children of the school decided she was going to be the target of their pranks. She would come in here, change into her gym kit and just run. The world was hers when she ran and she didn't need anything or anyone else.

Sighing, she finished her stretches and moved into the shower rooms. Pulling her tee shirt over her head, she threw it down on the floor and she sighed as she looked in the mirror at her lack of breasts. This was another thing that the other female students that shared P.E with her would often tease her about. There was nothing there so she didn't even bother wearing a sports bra or anything. Sighing, she pulled down her shorts and plain cotton underwear before turning on the hot water and climbing underneath it.

The warm water washed over her sweaty skin and she picked up her bar of soap and started to lather it up, rubbing it over her skin. She felt so good as she washed herself but when the shower curtain was ripped open, she quickly turned round and screamed as someone pushed her head back against the marble walls. Her skull cracking and blood dripping down as she fell to the floor, water still running over her but they quickly turned that off. The police would need to see the blood. Evidence was a major part of their crime scene.

They quickly added the final touches to their scene before leaving without being seen. It wouldn't be long before...

There was another scream in the locker room and they smiled as they moved on.

Authors Note: You know the drill... If you like it, review. If you don't like it, review and tell me why. Ha kidding. But please do review :)