Once we arrive at the crime scene, we obviously go inside, but this crime scene was a bit different. So familiar. So cozy to me. I walk toward it a bit, to study the layed body on the bench. Something flashes, and I stand there in shock. I was remembering, but why was it hitting me so hard? I roll my eyes at my stupidity and walk forward. "Hey Rossi? Why isn't she covered?" I ask a bit quietly. Her and her shameful nudity stood out. I take a small, and quiet step forward. It was all so familiar it was scary to me. I needed to calm down, and work. This was a job, and this used to be my old home, so why was I worried? I see a man walking down the street, right past us all. No FBI, nor police stood out to me, but nobody seemed to notice. I walk toward him. "Excuse me?" I say, and he turns around and looks at me. I take off my sun glasses, and sigh a bit. "Hi, I'm Lisandee Lakes, apart of the FBI. Can I ask you two questions?" I ask a bit casually. "Alright." The man says. His voice sounded calm. "What's your name?" I ask, but it turns out childish and he laughs, but he doesn't stop. I frown. "Answer the question sir." I say, annoyed. "Liz, don't you remember me?" He asks. I lower my eyebrows and sigh. "No." I say. "I'm Garret! Anthony's brother!" He says and laughs. I sigh, and it hits me. "You scared me. Gosh. Don't do that. How have you been?" I ask. "It's been fine! Went to college, it's all good! How about you? Your apart of the FBI!" He says in a happy voice and I give him a friendly hug. He sighs. "Things have been okay, a ton has happened. Where's Anthony? What's happened to him?" I ask him. "He's actually still at his house. He went to college, and he's a medic now. Works in an ambulance. You moving back here?" He asks me. "I actually can't. I have four kids back in Washington. I got married, had those kids, it's a way too long story." I say and shake my head.
