A Mystery (Sophitz)

Chapter 9

Sophie's POV

It was odd. Because the year numbers were all different.

I scanned the room more, a specific one catching my eye. Candace Beyers: July 2023

Why was Candace in there? I quickly pulled out my phone taking pictures everywhere, Fitz also doing the same.

Then I realized. 2023...2022...2021...2020...2019 and it went all the way to the mid nineteen fourties'. What did the names mean? What did the month mean? What did the year mean?

"Why is Candace Beyers on here?"

"And what do all these people have in common?" He stopped for a moment. "Wait. This name sounds familiar." He had his eyes focused on the name Lisa Shalkholm, her date January 2019.

"I remember now. The news... they had reported her dead mid January 2019." And Candace had also died in July. So would this mean all these people were all dead? Then I just remembered.

Mark Halston. Delilah had been working on a case about him a year ago, he had been found dead in March. So all these people are dead. But the real question is... how did John have and know all these people?

"So all of these people are dead?" Fitz spoke out loud.

"Yeah. Over here Mark Halston was a murder or death that Delilah had been working on about a year ago. So I'd assume so."

"But this trails all the way back to the 1940's, how is this possible? How does he know all of these people and how does he know all of these people are dead and the month and year when they had died?" I nodded.

"But I think this is something we should talk about at the station, if we have our evidence, we can work on it there. We don't want to find John coming home again and we're still here," Fitz nodded and after a few more pictures we left the house. We made our way back to the station, going over to my desk.

"Let's print these pictures first," Fitz nodded taking our phones going to the printer. He soon came back with a small pack of paper and handed me my phone. He placed all the papers on the desk.

"We all know these people aren't alive right now. What we don't know is the connection they had with John Bergs." I say.

"What's also weird is the fact only one person has their own year. For example, Nick Maroy 1961, he's the only one with that year out of the many people dead." I nodded.

"I think it's too early to talk to John. We still need more information about his little group and then make a plan." Fitz nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. And the newspaper, we know that he looks exactly the same from the 1930's and hasn't changed the smallest bit. The deaths trail from 1940's. Do you think that he's the reason with there deaths?"

"Maybe. It's also weird because he has a plaque of all of their names. Now he may or may not have done the murder... but he has something to do with it." Fitz nodded his head.

"I agree but how are we going to get him to fess up?" I shrug.

"For now, we just find as much information as we can, and then we can do the interviewing later."

"Right." He checked his watch. "Damn, it's almost time to go. We'll work on this more tomorrow." I nodded, grabbing my things.

"I'll tell if I hear anything through the mic." Fitz nodded.

"Sounds good." We started getting our stuff ready.

(Time Skip)

Fitz walked me to my car.

"Thanks for walking me. You didn't have to."

"It's nothing, and I didn't park too far away from here either." I laughed.

"I'm not sure about you but I'm tired."

"I am too, try to get home safely." I laugh.

"I'll try." We reached my car, and stood outside for a while.

"Anyways, good night, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night... Soph, can I tell you something really random?"

"Yeah sure, what is it?" He gently grabbed my hands, looking into my eyes.

"I really like you." I was speechless. Fitz liked me back. The same way I like him? This is amazing, unexpected, and surprising. I don't know why, but I couldn't talk. I couldn't tell the guy I've been crushing on for more than 5 years that I liked him back.

"What?" Great, Sophie.

"I like you... as in more than friends. Do you like me back?"

YES!!

Why couldn't I say it?

"Yeah?"

"That sounded more as a question. Do feel the same way?" No words came out. So I gave up on words and shook my head. "You do?"

"Yeah. I do." Finally, Sophie.

"That's so good to hear. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now but the time had never seemed right. I wanted to wait until we were fully alone."

"I'm glad you did, because I probably never would have ended up getting the courage to tell you." He laughed. He pulled me in a small hug. I smile to myself and hug him back.

"So what does this make us?" I ask. He pulled out of the hug a bit so that we were face to face.

"Whatever you want us to be."

"I'd like us to be more than friends."

"Me too." He kissed my cheek and immediately my cheeks turned red. We stayed in each other's warmth until I heard a buzz in my back pocket.

I pulled out my phone to see the text was from Linh.

"It's starting to get late, I should probably start heading home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Soph."

"Good night Fitz." I placed a small kiss on his cheek before he started making his way to his car.

I got in my car, staying in silence for a few seconds before a big smile started on my face. Fitz likes me back. He's my boyfriend.

And on the way home I thought about that, a big smile stayed in my face.

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Hey guys! Uhhh, I know I owe you guys an apology. I haven't posted in like almost 2 months now, but I've already made a new story so I've been focusing on that. I had a draft made so I just finished it today! I'll try to update quicker this time! Thank you guys for reads, comments, and votes! I'll see you in the next chapter! Byeeeee!