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Gotham City, Police Station
Sunday Dec 6 11:07 a.m

Gordon

When Caroline walked in I knew.

"You know her." I assumed right away.

"She's my best friend." She said, her voice shaken.

"Would you be able to answer some questions?"

She nodded and followed me into my office.

"First off." I said, "Why is it always you this happens to?"

Caroline

"Honestly officer sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve all this." I tried to laugh. "I cry. All the time. That's not like me. I don't usually feel things because I pretend nothing hurts me." Now that I thought about it I don't feel anything anymore physically. Since that Halloween I'm in a protective bubble and I can't get hurt.

That's what he wanted anyway, the one that saved me. But now it feels that on the inside I'm hurting twice as much to make up for the fact that my papercuts heal before I can find a bandaid.

"How long have you known Nicole?"

"Since seventh grade."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

I took him through the backstory of Halloween. The foreign guy, the shadows I saw fighting. He already knew about me getting hit by the truck so I had no reason to bring up the one who saved me. He had nothing to do with it. Right?

"So you think this guy wanted to hurt her?"

"Definitely. I can't believe she's been gone for two months."

"Did you ever try to find her? I mean you guys were close. Did you feel like you would find her before the cops would because of your connection?"

I knew this was coming. The story of the unknown building and Zayn and Caitlin and Penguin and the Nicole's pictures with the red X's.

"Is there like a law for hiding possible evidence because you're a stupid teenager who didn't realize it could be evidence?" I said honestly.

"Tell me. We'll see about that."

"I went to find her with Zayn.

"He found a door in the side of a building and used his key ring to find a match and open the door.

"I don't remember where the building was because it was hidden. And my head hurt that day.

"So we went in and long story short we were captured by some guys dressed in all black I woke up I don't know how much later in a cement room with injuries worse than you could believe. In the room were strings of pictures like a clothing line: the first was pictures of Nicole but very up close. You'd have to know her to know they were her. There were big red X's over the pictures and I immediately thought she was dead. But with my hope I didn't tell the police because I didn't want you to find her dead. I couldn't handle that. I convinced myself I was dreaming and that she'd be at school the next day."

I didn't mention the pictures of me.

"Okay. It was wrong of you to keep this from me. I thought you trusted me."

"I do. I'm sorry."

"Thank you for your information. It will be useful to finding out exactly what happened. I'll make sure you're the first to see her when she can have visitors."

"So she'll be okay?"

"I hope so." He smiled a little- He never really showed much feeling; and started  to walk back downstairs.

"Oh and one more thing. Does a yellow and green soccer jersey mean anything to you?"

I stopped walking. That was her Halloween costume.

This means she must have been running away for a whole two months. Never being safe enough to stop for new clothes.

I realized this might be a more complex story than I thought.