This One Is Dedicated To Kantierbee, Enjoy!! Oh, and 101diamondz

"Honey!" Amber called out as soon as her feet were through the door. "John?"

No response came. She locked the door behind her and awkwardly carried the wooden box up the stairs. It had somehow survived the fall from Dr. Bennett's office.

"Okay, let's see why the stylish Dr. Bennet would have you around."

She dumped the box on her bed and went on to remove her shoes and coat. She took out John's pocket knife from where she allegedly didn't know it was and a couple of trusty hair pins.

Examining the little key hole, it was definitely peculiar. She shoved a hair pin in and worked the lock. As her hand tried to move dexterously, the lock seemed to reverse her efforts. After a few moments, the hairpin was trashed.

"Okay box, I'll use two."

She took two more and worked both at the same time. Using one to turn the lock and the other to hold the reverse mechanism in place. The lock jolted back with so much sudden force that it yanked her fingers back and cut her against her hair pin.

"Shit!" She yelped, drawing back in reflex.

None of the tools on the pocket knife were small enough so she didn't see a way through there. She finally decided John's pocket knife was way past over due and threw it in the trash.

Otherwise, ego bruised from loosing to a freaking steam punk box, she dipped her head in the open fridge. The headache had just recided, this time having managed to take away her sense of balance. This time, she counted THIRTY THREE.

The phone rang and it was like the screeching of a terrible harpy. She barely went to the phone and picked up. She went back to her soothing fridge.

"What?"

"Well that's endearing." John's bass rang rather loud. There was a lot of background noise too!

"Sorry. How's your day?"

"My day is great. I'm at the sight of the amusement park I told you about."

"Is that why you sound amused?"

"What?" John shouted, she shuddered a little then dove her head deeper into the fridge.

"I said when will you be back?"

"Soon babe. I'm coming over with Mace. We have dinner today, remember? Cecilia and Eric too."

"Of course I remember, that's why I'm in the fridge looking for left overs." John laughed and it made her slightly amused.

"I'll come early and help you cook. You sound tired."

"Honey, I'd rather serve our guests left overs than give them poison." She came out of the fridge holding half a Turkey.

"Fine." John laughed. See you in a few.

"Hey, I have a question for you Mr. handy man." She sing songed, the last traces of her head ache fading into nothing.

"What is it?"

"Do you have like a special lock picker thingy?"

"Why, are you a burglar now?"

"I lost the key to my jewellery box."

"I don't have such a device, just break the dang thing." He changed his steely English accent for a southern one.

"Okay then, I do appreciate your sophisticated expert advice."

"I'm your saviour. Bye, I gotta go."

She threw the cold turkey into the oven, as well as some other random miss matched left overs before going upstairs.

She placed the box carefully on the wooden floor. Amber also took John's signed metal baseball bat that was apparently supposed to be valuable and a pair of eye protective googles from his side of the closet.

She wound up and brought the steel crashing into the wood of the box. The steel bat bent but it didn't do anything to the box. John's bat that held some value.

"Meh, It's not England's favourite passtime!" She threw the thing aside and walked out.

She came back with an axe. She swang like a pro lady lumberjack and this tool seemed to be doing the trick. After a few blisters and swings, the box had a gaping hole at the top of it. She put on lovely dishwasher gloves and pried the pieces apart. Papers lay inside.

She took the papers from the wreckage and sat on her bed. Most were stained with age and others had contracted rust from the iron parts of the box. Through her reading glasses, she saw the words meld and mould into some kind of sense.

All she could make from the numerous letters and court decrees seemed to accuse a woman named Mrs. Kane of abusing her child. Named Simon Kane.

Within the mess, she found one letter in particular that held something. Scribbled on the edges was Dr. Bennett's unmistakable hand. He made points here and there but nothing was made any sense to her. However, in one line, she saw the name she had come to fear. William Heard.

She quickly sifted through the paper until she came to another note, written in Bennett's hand. It looked like it had been ripped from the page of a pschologist's journal. She had already placed a call to Lee but after reading the first words, she hang up immediately.

No one can be trusted. Especially not agent Lee Norton. He's hiding something, I'm sure of it.
I must admit that when Dr. Shepherd approached me, I was stunned. I hold that man in higher esteem than most. I did not understand how he had failed and how I, in turn, was expected to succeed.

However, I did stumble upon something. I got the fear that William had an outside man. The doctor who came before me, a woman named Dr. Harris. Today I found out that she killed herself, right after a session with William. I don't know what is happening but I do know this, I can not let William suspect that I know about his past. The key is in his past....

The confession ended there, where the page was ripped. Her heart instantly began to race. Faster than it had in a long time. She somehow was filled with both excitement and fear. She had finally known what happened to Dr. Harris and now, was staring right into William's trigger. However, it was now clear that her suspicion of an outside man was not exclusive and that scared her.

She quickly and carefully went through every single paper but there was none other from Bennet. She read through the others again with an understanding. This was William's childhood and it was tragic.

One thing didn't make sense however, the last was a newspaper clipping which said that his mother had suspiciously disappeared after the case. An attached clipping read that her body had been found burried inside her home.

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The dinner was underway and all burnt or otherwise inadequately defrosted delicacies were layed out on the table.

"Amber, this is horrible." Mace said, spitting out a piece of undestiguishable food.

"Well I kinda like... this." Cecilia said poking at a jiggly unknown substance.

"You know, I think I'm officilally not the worst cook alive." John laughed.

"Screw this, let's just order pizza!" Amber rose up quickly and went into the kitchen.

"So what exactly is wrong with Eric? You guys never told me." Amber heard Mace's voice.

"Don't look at me." John quipped.

"He's..."

"He's fine!" Amber quickly cut Cecilia off. "He's just suffering a neurological issue. Genetic."

"Yeah, he'll be going for full treatment therapy soon." Cecilia's voice began to waiver.

A ring came from the door bell and when John offered to take it, she obliged. Afraid that Cecilia would tell Mace the truth about Eric. John was back in a few moments.

"Someone called Lee's here for you."

"What are you doing here?" Amber whispered, keeping the door almost shut on her face.

"You called."

"I did?"

"Yeah, when I called back, there was no response. I thought something had gone wrong."

"Nothing's wrong." She started to close the door but he stopped it with his boot.

"Can I join you for dinner?" Her heart began to race. She pushed on his foot and he yielded.

"See you tomorrow." She closed the door quickly and walked back to her chair. All she felt and could feel was fear.