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03.04: sin city
03. ❝revenge of the spirits ❞
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     As the daylight dwindled, the tension in Brenda grew. Taylor should have been standing in front of her, just like he promised her would be hours before. She would fill in the minutes by twiddling her thumbs or playing with the strands of her hair. Her continuous pacing kept her eyes from darting to her cell phone which refused to ring.

     Even though she wanted to, she rejected the idea of calling him. He had warned her about doing that. It was best for both of them if they wanted to have a strong alibi. They had to be cautious.

     The more time passed, the stronger Brenda's apprehension grew. Something must've gone wrong. Maybe their plan wasn't precise enough? Had they been caught?

     Just as she was ready to fall through with her pessimistic thoughts, the sound of the footsteps echoed into her ears. Each step is chaotically spaced from the last with little to no rhythm. Panic releases from her as she notes their familiarity of them.

      "Sorry, I had to wait for my mom to fall asleep before I snuck out," Taylor spoke. "She's been very protective and weird since everything happened."

     Brenda frowned. "I know you said that we shouldn't leave any trace of communication, but you could've at least warned me. Email? Secret note at my door? Hell, maybe Morse Code?"

     "Sorry, but we cannot afford to have any loose ends. No communication means no communication, period," he said. "And besides, I am here now, aren't I? So what was so important that you insisted on meeting about in the first place?"

     Her heart skips a beat. She was so caught up in her nerves that she forgot to rehearse exactly what she wanted to tell Taylor.

      It had only been a couple of hours since those two strangers approached her, asking questions about Liam's passing. Despite the fact that she wanted to get up and run away the moment they mentioned his name, she knew that it might look suspicious if she did avoid their questions about her friend's passing.

      As much as she tried to forget about it, she couldn't help herself. No matter how much she wanted to avoid her consciousness, she couldn't help herself.

      With a heavy sigh, Brenda spoke, "I've been doing a lot of thinking about Billy and Liam lately." she pauses slightly as she notices the annoyance on Taylor's face. "I know that at the time we all wished that we could have just a taste of his—"

     "Please don't tell me you called in all the way into the woods just to talk about this shit, Brenda," Taylor stops her mid-sentence. "We made a promise that we wouldn't speak about this again."

      "Yes, I know that, but Taylor, this shit has been eating me alive. I haven't been able to sleep. My grades are slipping. I am just a couple of moments away from losing my scholarship." she says, the panic from earlier creeping into her voice.

      "And you don't think I haven't been losing my shit either. Some fucking group counselors came to my house and questioned me about Liam's accident. I was so close to giving it up, but I didn't. I held my ground," Taylor says. Brenda opens her mouth to speak, but she is quickly cut off by Taylor as he raises his hand to continue. "And I did just hear you say my scholarship? The word scholarship wouldn't be possible just a couple of weeks ago if it wasn't for what we did."

      "Okay, I get that, but our plan is slowly turning into a massive shit show. And sooner or later we are going to get caught." Brenda spoke, her voice coming out louder than she expected. Her wide eyes darted around the moonlit clearing, searching for any signs of danger. A cold sweat trickled down her forehead, despite the chill in the air.

      Her mind raced with thoughts, each one more frantic than the last. She fought to control the rising panic that threatened to consume her.

      Taylor's frustration grew, evident in his body language as he shifted uncomfortably. Brenda reached out her trembling hands to grasp onto her friend, her eyes pleading for reassurance. However, he was far from that point.

     The lines of frustration etched on his face as he spoke, saying, "What are trying to say, Brenda?" He slowly starts to approach her. "Are you telling me that you are willing to risk your entire life for some dumbass that could give two shits about us?"

      Her pulse thundered in her ears as she watched him slowly inch toward her. The atmosphere thickened, as Liam's agitation escalated, his simmering anger transforming into a raging inferno. "Last time I checked, the police are going to immediately speed past the part where we admit that we put some cursed spell on our friend and immediately throw us into prison for not only one but two murders." His voice was ripped with venomous disdain, each word punctuated by a sharp edge.

      Brenda recoiled, her heart pounding in her chest as Taylor's aggression washed over her like a wave. Tears welled up in her eyes. " Taylor, stop it! You know better than anyone else that Billy was good at what he did. I-I just think that maybe this was probably too much for us. We overstepped boundaries that we should have never crossed."

        Taylor's frustration surged, a torrent of fury coursing through his veins. He seemed oblivious to Brenda's trembling vulnerability, his anger eclipsing any compassion he once held. The weight of their actions seemed to fuel his aggression, as he unleashed his wrath upon her. With a forceful shove, Taylor propelled Brenda backward, her body colliding with the trunk of a nearby tree. The impact echoed through the silence of the night, vibrating through the bark and rattling Brenda's already frayed nerves.

     Brenda's back slammed against the rough surface of the tree, stealing her breath away. The air was sucked out of her lungs as pain seared through her body. The world spun around her, disoriented by the sudden violence that had engulfed them.

     "Shut the fuck up! I should have known that you were gonna fuck this up for all of us." Taylor spoke harshly.

     Fear mingled with the pain, leaving Brenda gasping for air, her heart pounding within her chest like a trapped animal. Taylor, towering over her, his aggression still burning bright, seemed consumed by a whirlpool of anger and frustration.

          "Maybe I should just do you the way I did Liam and Billy?"

      As the confrontation between Taylor and Brenda reached its breaking point, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caused a chill to crawl up their spines. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly presence, and an invisible force seemed to wrap around Taylor's body, pulling him away from Brenda.

        Taylor's eyes widened with shock and disbelief as an unseen entity tugged at him, its grip unyielding. He fought against the force, his muscles straining, but it was as if an ethereal hand had taken hold of him, overpowering his resistance. Brenda, still pressed against the tree from the earlier encounter, watched in awe and trepidation as her aggressor was slowly being dragged away. Fear and confusion mingled in her eyes, for though Taylor's aggression had terrified her, witnessing this spectral intervention stirred an uneasy mixture of relief and concern within her.

       The ghostly force seemed to possess an unearthly strength, as Taylor's struggling became increasingly futile. His fingers clawed at the air, searching for an anchor, but found only empty space. Panic welled within him, his face contorted with a mix of terror and disbelief.

       "I thought we were friends, Taylor." the force spoke in a soft whisper. "I thought we were friends."

      As Taylor's feet stumbled and his body was forced backward, his gaze met Brenda's, pleading for help, for an explanation. As the ghostly presence enveloped the woods, its voice emerged, carrying a haunting familiarity that stirred the depths of their souls. It was a voice that resonated with echoes of a long-lost friend, a cherished companion from another time.

      "What the fuck - Billy? Is that you?" Taylor yelled. The ghostly force tightened its grip, silencing him in an instant.

     "I thought we were friends, Taylor. I thought we were friends." the force repeated. The voice grew louder and more violent than before. The entity glowed brightly in the night, shining bright in the light dim woods.

       Brenda caught between relief and concern, stood quietly by the tree. Without warning, the ghostly entity descended upon Taylor, its touch like icy tendrils seeping into his very being. He recoiled in horror as an invisible grip tightened around his throat, constricting his breath and cutting off his screams.

     Taylor's eyes widened with terror as he struggled against the supernatural force, his futile attempts to break free met with merciless resistance. His desperate gasps for air echoed through the night, mingling with the rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of an owl. The ghostly presence, its form obscured by darkness, seemed to draw strength from the fear that radiated from Taylor's trembling body. It pressed closer, an embodiment of cold malevolence as if reveling in the power it held over a vulnerable mortal.

     Taylor's struggles grew weaker, his movements slowing as the life force within him steadily drained away. He clawed at the invisible hands that held him captive, his nails scraping against an intangible surface, leaving only trails of desperation behind.

     As Brenda witnessed the horrifying demise of Taylor at the hands of the ghostly force, a torrent of emotions surged through her like a tempestuous storm. Her eyes widened in sheer terror, the color draining from her face as she recoiled in horror at the gruesome scene unfolding before her.

    A gasp caught in Brenda's throat, stifled by a trembling hand that instinctively rose to cover her mouth. A mix of disbelief and anguish flooded her senses, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure. The reality of the situation crashed down upon her like a heavyweight, shattering any semblance of safety or rationality she had clung to. Her body quivered, caught in the grip of paralyzing fear, as she struggled to comprehend the inexplicable fate that had befallen her friend. Helplessness washed over her, leaving her feeling small and insignificant in the face of the supernatural force that had just claimed a life.

     As the eerie presence of the ghostly entity fulfilled its malevolent purpose, a profound shift occurred within the atmosphere of the woods. The air crackled with a tangible energy, charged with a potent mixture of fear and anticipation. In a flicker of ethereal light, the ghostly form began to fade, its spectral figure dissolving into the darkness like a wisp of smoke. The outlines of its otherworldly presence blurred and distorted as if being pulled into an unseen realm, leaving behind an eerie emptiness in its wake.

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       The town was enveloped in darkness as dusk fell, revealing shadows that appeared to move in time with the sound of murmurs. Harvey and Dinah walked carefully through the cemetery in the twilight. 

     Dinah clutched a weathered map, its edges frayed from countless hours of scrutiny. Harvey's grip tightened on his flashlight, its beam slicing through the darkness like a fragile lifeline. Dinah's breath caught in her throat as they reached a gnarled oak tree, its branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the heavens.

        "Nothing more screams haunted than burying someone under a wickedly spooky tree." Dinah's voice broke the silence. Harvey gave her a look. In her response, she just shrugged. "I mean, I get this is a cemetery, but the least we can do find a spot to bury the dead that doesn't scream, beware of the ghostly matters that may walk here."

     Harvey shakes his head. "Thanks for the mental note. I'll be sure to pass that very important message along."  His keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. Dinah rolls her eyes at his comment. He hands her the flashlight as he knelt down and began to dig, his shovel clawing at the earth.

      As Harvey dug into the ground, the rhythmic clatter of shovels slicing through soil resonated through the night. Dinah's thoughts swirled with inquiries about her enigmatic companion, her interest sparked by the enigmas enveloping him. Despite the shared task at hand, an undeniable tension lingered between them, a consequence of their still-evolving partnership.

   Dinah stole a glance at Harvey, noting the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw as he worked. His demeanor was reserved, his thoughts seemingly locked away behind a wall of guardedness.  

     "You know," she began tentatively, breaking the silence that stretched between them like an unspoken barrier. "I think things would become a lot smoother for us if you've managed to tell me something about yourself." 

     Harvey scoffed at her as he continued his efforts in digging. Dinah could tell just by his posture, he was very hesitant and conscious about his response. "There's nothing special to know about me. 

    "Listen, you are a smart guy. You know that I know, you could have handled this case by yourself, without my help." she said. "You've obviously managed to do so in the past. So why exactly did you really need my help?"

    Harvey shrugged. "We've been through this already. Bar fight, demons attacking you, Delilah. Any of this ring a bell?" 

      Dinah frowns. "Okay, but how did you stumble upon me that night at the bar?" she asked. "We all know that there's an unspoken rule about hunters helping other hunters, but you've managed to go beyond that when you dragged me all the way to Illinois to help you with something that you could have clearly done on your own." 

      Harvey paused in his digging, his gaze flickering briefly to meet Dinah's before returning to the task at hand. There was a hesitance in his response, as if he were weighing his words carefully before speaking.

     "I was... in the area," he replied vaguely, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "Just happened to be passing by."

      Dinah frowned, sensing the evasion in his answer. It was clear that Harvey wasn't one to readily share details of his past or his motivations. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the lack of transparency.

    "Right," she murmured, letting the matter drop for the time being. It was evident that prying further would only lead to more resistance from Harvey. Instead, she focused her attention back on the task at hand, hoping that their shared mission would help bridge the gap between them and strengthen their budding partnership.

     Amidst the serene hush of the cemetery, Harvey and Dinah found themselves engrossed in conversation. Their words hung in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. But their tranquil exchange was shattered in an instant by the piercing wail that tore through the night from the depths of the nearby woods.

     Dinah's instincts kicked in with lightning speed, her senses attuned to the urgency of the cries that shattered the calm. Without hesitation, she sprang into motion, propelled by the raw intensity of the screams echoing through the darkness. Harvey, momentarily left behind, watched her disappear into the darkness, a flicker of concern crossing his features before he too hastened to follow.

    As Dinah approached the edge of the woods, the dense canopy overhead cast the scene below into shadowy obscurity. Yet, the anguished wails grew louder, guiding her through the labyrinth of gnarled trees and twisting underbrush. Stepping into a small clearing, Dinah was met with a scene of heart-wrenching despair. Brenda was hunched over, her figure silhouetted against the dim moonlight, as she knelt beside Taylor's body. Tears cascaded down Brenda's cheeks, carving paths of sorrow on her face, her expression a mosaic of anguish and grief.

      Dinah rushed to Brenda's side, her heart heavy with empathy for the distraught girl. "Brenda, what happened?" she demanded, her voice laced with urgency.

      Brenda's response came in choked sobs, her words barely coherent amidst her anguish. "It's...it's all my fault," she gasped, her voice trembling with remorse. "We — we should've stopped when Billy died."

     Dinah's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to piece together the puzzle of Brenda's words. "What do you mean, Brenda? What happened with Billy?" she pressed, her tone gentle yet insistent.

      Taylor, lying beside them, stirred feebly, his gaze clouded with pain and regret. "It's true," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "We found an old spell book at the pawn shop. We thought it was a joke."

      Dinah's eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. "You used a spell to get rid of Billy?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Brenda nodded, her tears flowing unabated. 

     "We didn't think it would work," she confessed, her voice trembling with guilt. "But then he died on the day of our competition."

     Taylor's voice cracked with emotion as he continued the harrowing tale. "After Billy, we swore we wouldn't touch that book again," he murmured, his breaths shallow and ragged.

      "And yet... you used it again?" she asked.

      Brenda nodded, her gaze filled with haunted remorse. "Liam — he was getting attention from the scouts," she admitted, her voice barely audible amidst her tears. "The college scouts that Taylor and I have been trying to grab the attention of since junior swim camp. We just wanted what they had." 

      The weight of their confession hung heavy in the air, a suffocating reminder of the consequences of their actions. Dinah felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins.  With a solemn nod, she turned to face the looming shadows of the cemetery, her resolve unshakable. "We need to stop this," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. 

    But before she could continue, a sudden, gut-wrenching cry pierced the night air. Dinah's head snapped in the direction of the sound, her heart plummeting as she witnessed Brenda being hurled into the air by an unseen force, her body limp and lifeless as it soared through the darkness.

     As Dinah and Taylor found themselves immobilized by fear, the ghostly silhouette of what looked like Liam manifested before them. His spectral visage contorted with fury and malice, a chilling embodiment of vengeance. 

      Brenda's piercing scream shattered the tranquil stillness of the night, reverberating through the air like a haunting melody of terror. In an instant, she was sent hurtling backward by an invisible force, her body careening towards the solid trunk of a nearby tree with a sickening thud. The impact echoed through the clearing as Brenda crumpled to the ground, her form limp and unmoving, consumed by the darkness of unconsciousness.

      Dinah's heart clenched with a mixture of dread and determination as she witnessed Brenda's fall, her instincts driving her forward even as her grip faltered against the relentless power of Liam's malevolent presence. Stretching out her hand, she reached towards Brenda's fallen figure, her fingers trembling with the weight of the moment. With a desperate urgency, Dinah turned her attention to Taylor, pulling him to his feet as she urged him to run. Every fiber of her being screamed for them to flee, to escape the clutches of the vengeful spirit that pursued them relentlessly through the darkened woods.

    As they fled deeper into the forest, the oppressive weight of Liam's presence hung heavy in the air, his spectral form stalking them with deliberate menace. Dinah's heart pounded in her chest as she glanced over her shoulder, the sinister figure of Liam drawing ever closer with each passing moment.

     Just as panic threatened to consume them, Dinah's phone erupted into a cacophony of sound, the shrill ringtone cutting through the tense silence like a knife. With trembling hands, she fumbled to answer, her breath catching in her throat as Harvey's voice crackled through the speaker.

     "Dinah, listen to me," Harvey's urgent tone conveyed the gravity of the situation. "I'm at Billy's grave. I called an old friend. He stumbled upon a ritual that could potentially put an end to this nightmare. We need to burn his bones to put his spirit to rest, but there's a crucial element: Taylor has to confess to what they did. It's the only way."

    Taylor's eyes widened in terror as he listened to Harvey's words, the weight of his actions crashing down on him like a suffocating wave. "I can't," he stammered, his voice laced with fear. "If anyone finds out..."

    Dinah's gaze hardened as she met Taylor's eyes. "I'll take care of that part," she vowed, her voice unwavering. "Right now, we need to focus on putting an end to this curse once and for all." Dinah ended the call and turned her focus back to Taylor, who stood beside her, his expression a mix of fear and uncertainty.

    Taylor's eyes widened with apprehension as the weight of their predicament settled upon him. "I-I don't know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice quivering with doubt.

   "Don't you understand what happens if you let this continue?" Dinah asked. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her gaze unwavering. "Don't let Brenda be the one to haunt you next. You can do this." she insisted firmly.

   With newfound resolve, Dinah and Taylor set off through the dense undergrowth, their footsteps quickening as they raced against time. Behind them, the specter of Liam loomed ominously. As they approached the edge of the woods, the distant glow of light illuminated the night sky, signaling Harvey's location at Billy's grave. 

     As they stepped out of the forest's sheltering embrace, a palpable sense of foreboding settled over Dinah like a heavy cloak. Before them lay the graveyard, its eerie stillness serving as a stark reminder of the turmoil that lurked within its boundaries. Dinah led Taylor towards the light, her mind focused on the task at hand. As they drew closer, the figure of Harvey came into view, his form illuminated by the headlights of his car.

    "Any day kid," Harvey declared, his voice cutting through the stillness with authority. "Before this mean spirit has all of our ass on a platter."  The light flickered and danced in the night, casting eerie shadows across the tombstones and illuminating the solemn faces of the trio. They gathered around the grave as Harvey produced a bundle of dried herbs and incense, their fragrant smoke mingling with the crisp night air as he began to chant ancient Greek words.

   "Billy, we were friends for so long," Taylor stammered. "I — just wanted what you had. I should've just came to talked it out with you. I am sorry."

    Dinah and Harvey stood by his side. With each word of the incantation, the air seemed to hum with energy, and the ground beneath their feet trembled with unseen forces. As the ritual reached its crescendo, a sudden hush fell over the cemetery, as if the very universe held its breath in anticipation. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the flames consumed the remains, casting a warm glow that banished the darkness that had gripped the graveyard for so long. And then, with a final burst of brilliance, the fire died down, leaving behind nothing but ashes and the lingering scent of victory.

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   In the soft glow of the hotel room's bedside lamp, Dinah meticulously folded her clothes and arranged her belongings with a sense of methodical precision. Each item she packed was imbued with memories of past hunts and encounters, a testament to the life she led as a supernatural hunter. But amidst the familiar routine of packing, her thoughts remained tethered to the mystery of Frank's disappearance, a puzzle she couldn't seem to solve.

   As she reached for her toiletry bag, her fingers brushed against the cold metal of her phone, a constant reminder of the unanswered messages and missed calls that had accumulated in the wake of Frank's vanishing. With a heavy sigh, she retrieved the device, her thumb hovering over the screen as she hesitated to replay the last voicemail he had left her.

"Hey. . . it's me again. . . but you probably already know that. . ." 

   The recording crackled to life, Frank's voice echoing through the quiet room like a ghostly whisper. Dinah strained to catch every nuance of his words, her brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to decipher the hidden meaning behind his cryptic message. But try as she might, the message remained elusive, leaving her with more questions than answers.

    A sharp rap at the door startled her from her thoughts. With a sense of apprehension, Dinah crossed the room and pulled open the door, revealing Harvey standing on the threshold, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

    "Ready to go?" Harvey's voice cut through the silence, breaking the tension that had settled over the room. Dinah nodded in response. Without a word, she retrieves her things, pushing past him as she walks over to the car. 

   Approaching the parked car, a whirlwind of emotions churned within Dinah, mingling apprehension with anticipation in the pit of her stomach. Each step she took reverberated against the pavement, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of thoughts that clamored for her attention. It wasn't until Harvey emerged from the shadows, his familiar form a reassuring presence, that Dinah's focus shifted. In a seamless motion, Harvey advanced, his movements fluid and purposeful as he effortlessly took charge of Dinah's belongings. With practiced ease, he maneuvered them into the trunk of his car.

    "What? No smart comment?" Harvey asked. He pulls trunk shut. Harvey observed the weightiness in Dinah's demeanor. Dinah shifts in her seat, trying to hide her anxious thoughts. "I would have thought that by now, you would have had something to say." 

    "Aw, so you aren't tired of listening to my sweet voice?" Dinah cooed. "And here I thought, you were ready to drop me off to next bus stop."

   With a sense of resolve, Harvey climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, the soft hum of the car filling the air. Glancing over at Dinah, he took a deep breath before breaking their childish banter. Dinah gave him a confused look. 

   "Dinah," Harvey began, his voice a soothing blend of gentleness and balance. He paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his statement to sink in before continuing. " That night at the bar. . . it wasn't really an accident that we met." 

    Dinah stood still, not bothering to comment. Instead, she listened as he continued on, "I was sent to look for you. Don't know exactly know all the details, but I do know that we may have an idea of where Frank could be." 

     "We?"

      "I took the opportunity to reach out to some of my most trusted contacts in the hunting community while we were dealing with Liam. One of them being my uncle. He's really good at what he does and offered to help out. He knows about Frank — they were good friends — he managed to stay in touch from time to time."

     Dinah's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her initial shock evident as she absorbed Harvey's revelation. A glimmer of hope flickered to life within her chest like a newfound flame. Her breath hitched in her throat, a mix of disbelief and gratitude washing over her in waves as she struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.

   "Really?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, betraying the tremor of emotion that resonated through her being. Her words hung in the air like a delicate melody, echoing the fragile hope that had blossomed within her heart. The possibility of finally uncovering some leads about Frank's disappearance felt like a lifeline amidst the uncertainty that had engulfed her in recent days, offering a glimmer of solace in the face of adversity. "Did your uncle say where?"

   Harvey explains. "It's not exact clear location," he starts. "But after making a couple phone calls, he thinks he's got an idea."

    Right, it's a start. A better start than what Dinah actually started off with. "What about Delilah? Has anyone seen or heard anything about her."

    Harvey shakes his head. Dinah sighs. "No, but I do know he can also help us with maybe figuring out where she could be too." 

    Dinah couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination coursing through her veins. "Okay, well what are we waiting for take me there." 

     In silence agreement, the car smoothly exited the hotel parking lot and merged onto the open road. Guided by Harvey's reassuring presence at her side and buoyed by the tantalizing promise of potential leads, she found herself infused with a fresh sense of purpose propelling her onward. With every mile they covered, it felt like a tangible step towards unraveling the enigma surrounding Frank's disappearance.

   With the landscape unfolding before them, Dinah dared to entertain the possibility that they were on the verge of a breakthrough. The road stretched out ahead, a path leading them ever closer to the truth. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, she allowed herself to believe that they were inching closer to bringing her dad home, one mile at a time.

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NOTES:

oops, it's been a HOT minute. this might be super awkward. . .

its been about two years since i updated this story 👀 but if i am being completely honest, i hit a dead end and had NO clue what would actually happen next, which is why i kinda stopped writing in the first place.

but randomly I started rewatching s1 of supernatural just for entertainment purposes and remembered that this story existed :) so if you've managed to get to the end of this chapter and thought it managed to have the same vibes of s1...well now you know. 

i really hope that this chapter didn't seem too confusing. again, it's been a whole two years since i last touched this project, and if you know me, i am a sucker for deleting and rewriting things since i like to think that my writing style has changed over the years. nevertheless, i don't plan on re-writing the first two chapters, i am just going to go with the flow (i desperately cringed as i typed that out because you don't know how bad i want to rearrange things.) 

dinah and harvey's partnership (or relationship) is starting to piece together (again it will be slow burn). its the way i can visual picture jesse metcalfe as harvey throughout this series...the perfect match for harvey.

anyways special shout out to for elena (daisyjohvson) constantly reminding me to update this story every now then hehe (now I double dog dare you to update yours....either blue blood [because i miss evie] or lost time [because i also miss everleigh])