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It was dawn, on a long stretch of lonely country road in the midwest, a lone police cruiser scrolled down. Inside the car the police radio was buzzing with the morning chatter, and the constant beeps. "63-Riverside."

"Riverside go ahead."

"I'm currently on a call of reported suspicious activity occuring late last night and...Stand bye."

His eyes were attracted to something. Something strange sitting nearly upright in a pasture. Byt what would be sitting so idel like that? He pulled into the pasture and got out of the car. He walked around a little following foot prints but his foot crushed something, a necklace, a Star of David necklace. "What?" He looked up and his eyes fell over a grisley sight. It was a girl, who couldn't be older than 13 badly beaten to death "Oh my God!" He cried out, "Are you all right?!" Following standard police procedure by calling to see if she was still alive, but there was no response. He shakely reached for her kneck to feel her pulse. Nothing. "Oh God." He ran to his patrol car stumbling in, and fumbling with the radio. "69-Riverside!"

"Riverside go ahead."

"We have a 727, I say again 727."

"Copy that....727."

The code for dead body. So rarely heard in such a small town.

He stumbled out of the car now flushed white, he vomited shortly after.


"Caley Hawkings, age 13 years."

"13? Who kills a 13 year old girl like this?"

"What about the father?"

"He's clear, air tight allibi (SP?) he was with his rabbi most of the night."

"Have we ever had a murder in this town?"

"The last murder I remeber was a domestic. And the husband confessed."

"I guess we ought to let the Bureau in on this."

"I think that's a good idea. But as soon as the press gets wind of this, they'll be all over us."

New York City

The apartment was silent and dark. Not a thing stirred as a woman slumbered, alone in her bed. All of a sudden the alarm shattered the silence, she jerked quickly and her hand shot out from under the sheets, struggling to locate the alarm and end the tourmenting sound. Finally, after knocking over her keyes she hit the snooze...silence. But, it was too late, now awake she groaned and her head rose from the pillow, hair matted and shaggy from tossing and turning.
"Dammit" she murmured and slide gracefully out from under the covers, her bare feet hitting the hard wood floor, ice cold. She tip toed over to the bathroom. After a long hot shower she emerged, wet damp and her slender figure was covered in a bath robe. It was another day in the Big Apple as taxis beeped outside as the usual sounds of the city shot through the windows. She shuffled over to the kitchen and poured some fresh coffee. After a few sips she then went over to the answering machine. 1 new message. She pressed play:
"Claire...it's Pollack over at the office, get here as soon as you can. I need that report asap and I got another assignment lined up for you, it's a big one" message ended without a thanks or good bye. She sighed, hoping that the message would be from Rodney, the two of them broke up after two years. It hit her hard to find out he was cheating on her, but she still clung to the idea that he'd call and at least explain himself, but alas, nothing. Claire grumbled and got dressed, ate a little snack and made her way down the flight of stairs, avoiding other people and headed out towards the parking garage.

(Sorry I never made a real profile)

Agent James Anderson stepped out of his car. He was called to investigate the murder of a 13 year old. Just another horrible thing he had seen.

He had read over the crime sceen analysis. With the father cleared of any wrong doing, he was sure it must be somone in town. But who. He began getting information, finding out about the town, and about the girl.

"What can you tell me about (ooc: What's her name?)?"

"Yeah I remeber her well. She was one of my brightest students, and she really enjoyed my Psychology class."

New York City

The apartment was silent and dark. Not a thing stirred as a woman slumbered, alone in her bed. All of a sudden the alarm shattered the silence, she jerked quickly and her hand shot out from under the sheets, struggling to locate the alarm and end the tourmenting sound. Finally, after knocking over her keyes she hit the snooze...silence. But, it was too late, now awake she groaned and her head rose from the pillow, hair matted and shaggy from tossing and turning.
"Dammit" she murmured and slide gracefully out from under the covers, her bare feet hitting the hard wood floor, ice cold. She tip toed over to the bathroom. After a long hot shower she emerged, wet damp and her slender figure was covered in a bath robe. It was another day in the Big Apple as taxis beeped outside as the usual sounds of the city shot through the windows. She shuffled over to the kitchen and poured some fresh coffee. After a few sips she then went over to the answering machine. 1 new message. She pressed play:
"Claire...it's Pollack over at the office, get here as soon as you can. I need that report asap and I got another assignment lined up for you, it's a big one" message ended without a thanks or good bye. She sighed, hoping that the message would be from Rodney, the two of them broke up after two years. It hit her hard to find out he was cheating on her, but she still clung to the idea that he'd call and at least explain himself, but alas, nothing. Claire grumbled and got dressed, ate a little snack and made her way down the flight of stairs, avoiding other people and headed out towards the parking garage.


The Press room buzzed with activity, every reporter was typing their stories like mad, the police scanners were buzing with new, as well as T.V.'s

"Yes you take care of that. Oh finally, Claire, where have you been, I've been trying to find you all morning. I think we have something big here. There's been a murder in a small town, a 13 year old girl, the Feds have been called in."




(duh, should have mentiond her name was Caley I'll take it from here)

In Caley's class, the psychology teacher, stood before his class, talking about the stages of sleep, alpha waves, delta waves, gamma waves, and a bunch of other stuff. Some students sleeped, others doodled, and played tic-tac-toe, others stared off into space, and some students well... sleeped. Caley listend attentively, actually interested. Caley was 12 instantly going on 13 in a matter of weeks. Her hair was raven black neatly tied back.

"And this is when REM occurs. Who can tell me what R.E.M. Stands for?"

Caley was the only one who raised her hand. "Rapid Eye Movement." She confidently said.

"Very good Caley, very good." He resumed talking Someone passed a folded piece of paper to a girl, and when she opened it she laughed, lightly. She passed it on. More people saw it and laughed. Someone attempted to pass it, but drops it. Caley slides the note over, and picks it up. She unfolded it. On it was a drawing, of a person, dressed in old black clothing. With long hair, a beard, and a Yamika. JEW is scribbled on it. She crumpled it up The bell rang grabbing her bag, and rushed out of the Portable Classroom her shoes quickly hitting the asphalt. A senior boy, caught up to her. "Hey where you going Jew? Did you see my picture, huh? Yeah I know all about you weridos. You're dad have a long beard, long hair?" Caley stopped walking and calmly said No. She resumed walking trying to ingnore the boy. "Come on Jew. Why don't you say something?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to!" A boy with semi-long, silver hair walked up. His name was Sam. "What do you want Sam?"

"Why don't you leave her alone?" Sam asked

"You some kind of Jew lover now?" The boy asked back

"Maybe."

"I'll see you later." The older boy said

Sam: "Loser." Sam utterd

"Thank you Sam."

"Caley right?"

"Yeah."

"You love Psychology Class, I can tell."

"I just find it really interesting."

"I do too."

"I have to get to my next class now. So see you later."

"Okay then. Bye."

"Okay thank you sir."

Anderson began to give information to the local sheriff. "What have you determined Mr. Anderson?"

"Simply that it's a hate crime."

"Any supects or leads?"

"Non yet."

"In all the time you've been here you haven't found a thing?"

"I have a town of 1500 people, everyone of them is a potental suspect. All I know is Sherrif, you have a serious problem with social tention in this town. I'm going to call Washington I'll need more agents."

"Would it matter if I said that is exactly the wrong thing to do?"

"No."

Edward and his K-9 partner Spike were flying on a plane from New York to a small town. Edward and Spike were partners in the F.B.I's K-9 unit. Edward takes a look though the case folder. He then looks at pictures of the girl's body. He starts to think up of some ways she may have been killed.
"This case seems ways to easy." Edward said looking to his dog. The husky yawns and goes back to sleep.
"Well its nice to see you so happy to be working on a case again." He said looking though the folder again.

Claire was less than happy to have to drag herself down to work that morning. Traffic was Hell as usual and she didn't have anything to eat, just a cup of coffee before she stormed out of the door. Finally, after an agonizing journey she reached the office and quickly turned in her report on a minor political analysist, not one of her best works, a hastly written report done over the course of 24hrs. After a few hellos and good mornings, of which small talk she hated the most, aside from lying men. In the news room, Pollack was giving the morning brief, then he turned his attention to her the instant she walked in, trying to remain unseen.
"I had a rough night" she stopped, trying to think of something "Trying to finish the report" then, she listened in on the scoop, Pollack got straight to business and cut out the crap, something she admired but nothing more.
"Alright, gimme the details" she asked as a notepad magically produced itself in her hand, a pen in the other.

OOC: What's the name of the town and in what state?

"All right detalis are still sketchy, at approximatley 6:30 A.M. Centeral Time, a patroll officer discoverd the body of a young 13 year old girl, and as I mentiond the feds have been called in. Whatever this is, it's something big for the feds. I have the map right here. Now here is the town, and here is where the field is. "

Claire sketched down the notes quickly and flipped the notepad shut and capped her pen.
"Alright Chief, when do you want me to leave?" she asked simply. The day was going bad already. Now, she'd have to go to Illinois of all places. She'd never been there but neither desired to do so.

(River side Illinois)

Spike started to run off the jet and the Edward walked out onto the airport. Edward then walked to a black hummer, Spike jumps into the back seats and lays down to sleep. Edward gets into the drivers seat as he started to drive towards River Side.

OOC: I know this sucks, but I didn't want to say bump.

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