*Alright, so I wanted to say a little something first. People have been posting things that since school is in again, they won't be online anymore. I just wanted to let you know that I am not one of those people. I've been a little lazy the past couple of days, but from now on, you can almost always expect an update from me, just later in the day than usual. Anyways, enjoy!*

I grunted and shot up from where I was laying. I looked confusedly at my surroundings and smiled when I saw that LeShawna had put a blanket on top of me, plugged in my IPhone to charge, and set a steaming hot cup of coffee down on the nearby side table. I reached for the steaming mug and took a huge swig of the stuff. LeShawna could read me like a book even when I was sleeping. As I kept the navy blue mug on my lips, I thought about how to get ready for the day. I must still have some stuff here. When I first moved to this town, LeShawna and I were roommates until I had enough cash to buy my own place. And, when you make as much as I do, that doesn't take long.

When the cup was finally empty, I went to the back room of her house that was once my bedroom, and opened up the sliding doors that revealed some of my stuff. I was amazed at the amount of junk I left there. Not only was the closet stocked up with a good chunk of my wardrobe, but there was a box under the clothing that had some of my make-up, a toothbrush, hair products, and even a few pairs of my socks in it. I pulled what I needed out of the box before going over and picking my clothing. I ended up grabbing a form-fitting black polo shirt with a tiny silver skull embroidered on the left side of the shirt near the top. For the bottoms, I picked up a teal pair of jeans that had chains attached to them all over the place, so they jingled every time I moved. I just ran my fingers through my long black hair a bit before moving on to make-up. I did my usual eyeliner, eyeshadow, and teal lipstick to match my jeans, as it no longer matched my hair. I had just finished brushing my teeth when I heard the doorbell ring. I carefully attached my gun and holster to my jeans before opening the door.

"Hey." Bridgette said as she yanked the ponytail out of her hair, allowing her blonde locks to flow free all over her baby blue long-sleeved T-Shirt.

"I'll be right there." I said as I grabbed my shoes off the metal plate by the door. I walked backwards to the couch and zipped up the boots carefully so that I didn't snag the zipper on my greenish-blue jeans. Once they were on, I picked up my gold badge and put it on my pants near my gun, and then put my phone in the pocket nearby. I looked at the ground as I walked back to Bridgette, noticing how her gray bell bottom jeans and white slip on Vans contrasted greatly from my clothing.

"Here." She said as she tossed me something. I looked up just in time to catch it. It was a few oatmeal raisin cookies inside a clear cellophane pack, and was tied at the top with various different colors of curly ribbons.

"What's this for?" I asked, examining the package. Oatmeal raisin were my favorite. She looked up from her phone she was texting on.

"You didn't eat breakfast right?" She asked. Am I really that transparent? I just gave her a sheepish look until she nodded.

"I figured. Come on, let's go. You can eat on the way." She said. She was still texting on her phone. I nodded anyway and we began to walk down LeShawna's street until I realized something: Why were we walking?

"How come we're walking?" I asked.

"I could use the exercise if I'm going to fit into my size two wedding gown." She sang. Then, her face got more sour as she looked at her phone.

"Bridge, I don't think it's possible that you would not fit into that dress." I said. "But what's wrong?" I then asked. The sour look was still plastered on her face. She shook her head and began walking in step with me.

"This is all so iffy." She said.

"I know. I mean, a famous producer found dead in an alley with only one scarily precise stab wound through the heart. It's just weird." I commented while the two of us crossed an empty street. She flung her cell phone shut and shoved into her gray jeans.

"No. I mean, the DJ for the reception's bailing on me because some other couple's going to pay him one-hundred and seventy dollars more!" She whined. I looked disappointedly at her.

"Can we focus a little here? There's a woman, and she's dead, remember? Murdered?" I asked as we finally turned the corner to the local police station.

"Right. Sorry." She said. I smiled at her and we silently walked up the steps of the precinct. "Well, we'll see what the uniforms dug up last night at the scene." She said hopefully. I nodded as we made our way into the building. We walked past everything until we saw our two that we had turned to face each other. Mine was closer to the hallway, while Bridgette's was closer to the wall. To the far right was a large whiteboard on wheels that the dark-skinned cop from last night was taping photos from the crime scene on.

"Hey. What's the deal?" I asked him. Bridge and I sat down in our rolling desk chairs and spun them to the right until we were facing him.

"Christie Shane, forty-four years old. Found dead in the alley last night between Todd and West Nineteenth Street. confirmed that the cause of death was a single stab wound, right through the heart." He explained.

"Do we think it was a professional hit?" Bridgette asked him.

"Chief doesn't think so. It's a skilled murder, but there's no similar unsolved cases in the database." the cop answered. Bridgette tapped her pen on her chin, and in a chain reaction, I picked mine up and did the same.

"Anything else?" I asked curiously.

"She was found by a couple kids. Most were stoned, stashed them in holding cells overnight." he answered.

"Alright. Thank you for the briefing." Bridgette said politely. We both slightly waved to him as he walked off. Then, we turned to each other and gave "the look".

"What should we do first?" I asked.

"Well, Why don't we start with the delinquents?" She asked hopefully. I was about to say yes when I remembered that one of the delinquents gave me the shiny engagement ring in my pocket.

"Bridgette, you know what I'm going to say, and the answer is no." I said firmly. She pouted a bit in an attempt to change my mind, and a failed one at that.

"Come on, please? For the case. We need to know if they saw anything last night. According to this," She began, holding up the manila folder that had a whole bunch of case-relative papers stuck inside it, "it says she wasn't left there long. If they saw someone running away, or getting into a car, and we don't ask them about it..." She trailed off there because she knew I knew what would happen if we missed a crucial part of the case like that. Say goodbye to our badges and guns. I sighed heavily and got up along with her.

"Fine. But only for the case." I pointed out. She laughed silently to herself until we reached the holding cells down the stairs.

"Alright, let's start with those of you who aren't hungover!" Bridgette called through the tan painted bars of the small cell the group was in. Most of them moaned and rubbed their foreheads, all excet for the one that I was hoping would fake it.

"I'm sober detectives." He said as she stood up.

"There's a shocker." I said sarcastically.

"I wasn't with these guys all night last night." He responded.

"And you were where?" Bridgette asked him.

"Party with an old buddy who lives around here." Duncan answered with confidence that I didn't even know one could achieve.

"We'll need a name to confirm that." I said shakily. His voice still sent chills down my spine.

"Geoff Stapleton." Duncan answered, then he laughed a little before adding, "if he's still alive after last night. Woo, that's what I call a party!" He said dreamily.

Bridgette lost it. She grabbed his arm and pulled him right up to the barred wall.

"Why were you partying with my fiance?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"I-I don't know! I called him last night, and he said he was t this club! Wait...fiancee?" He asked curiously. "Bridgette?" He breathed. She let go of his arm and opened the cell door wide enough so he could just slip through. He slammed the door after that and looked at her. While she was locking the cell of hungover punks, he kept stealing glances at me. I forget how blue those eyes of his were. They could break the heart of any girl within miles, and boy did they ever. "Hey, wait a minute. if you're Bridgette, then that hot other detective..." He trailed off, and looked at me in amazement. "Gwen?"

*Do you like it? I felt like I made it pretty anti-climactic, but please review anyways!*