(Agent Winslow's POV)
I regretted it as soon as that door closed, but there was me going back. So here I sit, on my dingy little bed, wishing I had done something more. I have this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sigh, "Ugh." My little black dog, Sirius, jumps onto my bed and snuggles beside me. I try everything and that feeling doesn't go away. I have to find her and apologize. I grab my jacket and race to the department to see if she's in her office. "No," Agent Nightshade replies once I ask her if Bri came in. "Haven't seen her since you two left together." I check her apartment but no luck. I try her cell but she doesn't pick up. Only one other place she can be...except the house...

(Agent Lestrange's POV)
I wake up sitting in a chair in a dark room that smells like athlete's foot. I suddenly realize I'm alive and try to jump up to rejoice, but I can't leave the chair. I'm being held down by an invisible force. I try with all my strength to stand, to relinquish the binds, to fall over, something! But no such luck. "It won't work..." says a rich, sickeningly sweet voice. The voice that had been talking to me earlier. "W-who are you!?" I demand, or try to, but my voice cracks. "My name...it ought be a name you've heard...these days I go by a different name...'The Ghost of McAlester Mansion'...but you're a bright girl...pretty too...no wonder that boy you've been hanging about likes you so...no...you may know me by my former name..." the voice steps into a small patch of light and I can finally put a face to the voices in my head. She's a girl about my age, with silvery blond hair that falls gracefully over her shoulders, a strong yet delicate build, pale skin, peachy pink lips, bright blue eyes, and a slim waist. She grins at me, showing off pearly white teeth. In all honesty, she's absolutely beautiful and pretty perfect. She's wearing a silver and gray-blue summer dress that goes to about her knees and sparkling gray strappy sandals. "Agent Luna Allgood." I gasp and instinctively jump back and remember I can't move. "Y-you're-" I choke. "a g-ghost?!" "'A ghost?!'" she mimics. "I thought you were brighter than that, love." She grins. The woman that was once my idol, now grins savagely at me and takes a hostile step forward. "Now, I have some business to take care of, so I would appreciate it if you stayed still, makes this so much easier. If you cooperate I promise to make your death as slow and painful as possible..." I gasp as she lunges toward me and I blackout. Again.

(Alex's POV. In 3rd Grade)
I sit on the school steps and blow my nose again. I watch feet pass me through tear blurred eyes and wipe them on my sleeve only for them to blur again. Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and someone sits beside me. "Hey, you OK?" The sweet voice asks. I sniff again. "N-no..." something about her being there with me makes me feel like I can trust her, confide in her. "What's wrong?" She asks with honest concern. I turn my head to face her and meet intense, colorful eyes and black framed glasses. I sniff, "My-my dog died..." Yea, yea, it sounds lame, but I've known this dog my whole life. I felt like I could trust it more than any human being in this planet. Her eyes stare back at me with a sad understanding. "What was his name?" "Sirius. H-he w-was a s-solid black husky. I-I loved h-him s-so much..." I start to cry again. "Hey... it's OK. He's in a better place now," she hugs me and I instantly feel better. When she releases me, I get a clear view of her face. She's quite beautiful with a bright, happy smile. I notice a scar running across her forehead. She notices my staring and laughs softly, touching the mark. "My dog bit me." My eyes widen and she laughs again. "I loved that guy to death," I can see her eyes tear up a little. "I kept poking him, you see, and he kept warning me to quit, but I didn't listen. He finally got fed up with it and tackled me to the ground. I could tell he didn't mean to hurt me, and I forgive him. He-he died, before we moved here. I was- am, heartbroken. But he's safe now." She laughs again and shakes her head. "Where no stupid pre-k children can poke him. Man, I haven't told that story to someone in, ever." She has a pretty laugh. "What is his name?" "I-it wa-is, Ernie." "Where are you from?" "Texas. That's where I was born, on post. My dad's a retired soldier. We just came from Colorado, where my little sister was born. What about you?" "I was born here. Lived here in this tiny town my whole life." "Well, I like it here. I hope we stay," she smiles cheerfully and sighs happily, "On a less depressing note, well, it's still pretty depressing, I'm new. Mind showing me around..?" "Alex, Alex Winslow, and yea. I'd be happy to." "I'm Brianna Lestrange, but, I go by Bri." I can tell we'll be friends. For a long time.

(Two Years Later)
My best friend comes racing toward the little cafe we hangout in tears. She reaches me and wraps her arms around me and I jump as her small frame squeezes me with the strength of a dragon. "Hey! What's up?" I ask, concerned. "I-I heard M-Mom a-and D-Dad talking i-in the kitchen!" She sobs into my shirt. "Th-they were a-arguing a-about t-telling me something. Th-they s-said I-I'm ADOPTED!" She cries harder and and I look down at her, stunned. "Come on. Let's get some food. We both know food fixes everything," I say softly and lead her inside and we sit down with some pie and strudel. "M-Mom s-said m-my real mom lives somewhere else a-and she doesn't know where," she's starting to calm down as she speaks and eats the desserts on the table. "It's OK. Whoever your parents are, they love you, because anyone has to be crazy not to love you, and I know for a fact the parents that raised you, and the best friends that know you, love you. Never forget that," I smile tenderly. "Thanks, Alex," she smiles tearfully and whiles her tears with a napkin. "I'm always here for you, Bri."

Hey Wazzup?!

Soooooo super sorry these are taking forever!!!! I'm tryin here!

Hope you enjoyed this chappie!!!

Peace out dudes,
-Bri