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The look of shock on Scarlett's face was undeniable, and honestly, kind of adorable. I patted the empty bit of creme carpet next to me and she navigated her way through the pictures  to sit next to me.

"H-how long have you been doing this?" Scarlett choked out. Her green eyes are so wide as she scans over the sea of papers in front of us.

"Well I've been up all night because I couldn't stop thinking about what that cop said, that they found the blood of another person, you know? So my brain was buzzing and I couldn't sleep so I got up and started doing some research on your mom and shit, and well, here we are." I gestured to the area around me.

"What's with all the yarn?" She asked.

"Oh. Well, each color means something. Currently it's all red because I know jack shit."

"Break down what you do know for me, Detective O'Brien, and I can fill in any missing pieces." Scarlett grinned at me and pulled her knees into her chest.

"Okay, so I know neither you or your dad could've killed her, as you have solid alibis, so I started to look at anyone who was close to your mom. I've come up with Laura, Poppy's mom, Connor West, your mom's boss, and your neighbor, Finn."

"Finn? He's the nicest person in the world, why him?" Scarlett asked me. I was surprised that he was the person she was questioning when I just accused her best friend's mom of murder.

"Um, well, he's young, and uh, attractive and the close range of the bullet wounds, like the person held the gun up to her stomach, was like a crime of passion." All of my muscles were tense as I braced for Scarlett's reaction. No one could take the news of their mother's death very well, and the added knowledge of a possible affair would be unbearable.

"Oh." She said quietly. "I've actually thought that maybe she had an affair, because why else would someone want to kill her? But Finn, he doesn't have a girlfriend or a wife or anything. What's the motive?"

"That's why there's a piece of red yarn connecting your mom and him." I shrugged. Back to square one, of course.

"You know what? I'll go talk to him tomorrow, do a little investigating for myself." Scarlett smirked at me, brushing some of her dark hair out of her face. I raised an eyebrow at her, slightly surprised she was so into this. Sometimes people react badly to their mother being murdered, but I guess Scarlett isn't quite like the rest.

"Why don't we go today?" I asked, getting excited at the aspect of doing a little detective work. Scarlett shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I don't see why not, but only if you drive, I don't want to use my gas." Scarlett said. I rolled my eyes but still grabbed my car keys off the dresser and slung my jacket on. I couldn't possibly say no to her.

We walked up the stairs and out the front door, sprinting through the falling snow that was so frequent in Mahomet during January. I fumbled with my keys, trying to get it in the half-frozen lock on my truck.

"Hurry up! I'm fucking freezing!" Scarlett squealed, jumping up and down to stay warm. There was a huge grin on her face and snow was stuck on her sweater and in her black hair. She looked beautiful, and I was too much of a pussy to tell her.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, pausing her jumping to scowl at me. I just laughed and reached behind me to grab a fistful of fresh snow.

"Oh, there's just something on your face."

"Where?"

"Right THERE!" I yelled and hurled the lump of snow at her and fell over laughing as it landed directly on her nose, spreading across her face.

"Christ on a stick!" Scar screamed, immediately wiping the melting snow off. I glanced up her just in time to see a ball of white flying towards me, and ducked behind my truck just in time for the snow to sail over my head.

"I'm going to kill you, O'Brien!"

"Yeah fucking-ow!" I landed with a soft thud against the snow bank after I had dumbly tripped over the back wheel of my truck. I brushed my now wet pants off and started to get up, but was shoved deeper into the snow as Scarlett pounced on me like a fucking jungle cat, screaming at the top of her lungs. She grabbed fistfuls of snow and continuously chucked them in my face. But all I could focus on was the fact that Scarlett was unknowingly straddling me and with each throw she rubbed against my friend downstairs.

"Jesus Christ, Scar, let me breath." I laughed shakily. "God, now I'm all wet."

"Well, gee, this wasn't how I was planning to get you wet." Scarlett said casually as she climbed off of me. I burst out laughing, momentarily forgetting of my situation between my legs.

"Holy shit Dyl, I didn't know snowball fights got you all hot and bothered." Scarlett winked at me and I swear my face has never turned redder.

"Fuck off, I can't help it, you were on top of me." I emphasized the last part to try to get it through her head that it was her fault I got a hard-on. Fucking girls. "Also, I really need to go change now that my clothes are soaked. Do you want another jacket? You aren't exactly unscathed."

Scarlett shrugged and skipped inside, running into Logan, who was on his way out the door just as Scarlett opened it.

"Well, hello there, wet Scarlett." Logan laughed, grabbing her shoulders to steady her. "Are you guys okay? It sounded like someone was getting murdered out here, I had to come check it out."

I internally cringed at Logan, who innocently stood there grinning, not knowing the effect of what he just said on Scar.

"Um, I'm going to go change." Scarlett mumbled, her previous bright mood greatly diminished by my idiot brother's comment.

"Way to fucking go." I said once Scarlett had disappeared into my house.

"What?" Logan asked.

"It sounded like someone was being murdered out here," I imitated. "That's a bit of a touchy subject, don't you think?"

"Oh, shit. I didn't even realize-"

"Obviously." I spat, shoving past him to go down to my room and find Scarlett.

She's sitting on my bed, my maroon sweatshirt is now on her, replacing the soaked black one she was wearing earlier. I don't think she heard me come down, because she's staring blankly at the wall and there's a frown on her face. She looks sad, and I walk over to envelope her in a hug. My arms wrap around her waist and she snuggles into me, taking deep, calming breaths.

"You ok?" I say into her hair. I feel her nod underneath me.

"Yeah." She retracts from my grasp to look me in the eye. "I'm okay."

And I do the stupid thing and believe her, taking her hand to walk upstairs and back out to my car.

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Sry this chapter is kinda dumb, I just wanted to have a little giggly moment between scar and dylan so you can get an insight on their relationship as friends;))
Okie bye