When I look at you

Could be minutes,could be years

"Mrs.. Chloe Beale?"

All heads snapped up at the sound. Chloe's rigid body straightened up in her seat and her hand tightened around the wedding ring she was holding. Aubrey's foot stopped it's small tapping. Ryan's hand tightened around Chloe's thigh, a comforting gesture he's always done with the redhead. Jesse's pacing up and down the hall stopped abruptly. Stacie's fingers stopped twiddling with the ring on her right hand. Kim stopped fiddling with her hair. Everyone's breath hitched.

Eventually, Chloe took a deep breath as she held her palm out to look at Beca's wedding ring. She admired it for a second, noticing just how small it was, and how small Beca's fingers must be for the ring to fit her. Then her palm closed and she squeezed her hand shut, holding the clenched fist up to her chest. She stood up and walked towards the two people who were waiting patiently for her in the doorway of the waiting room. A tall woman with tanned skin, long, dark curly hair and a sullen expression on her face, wearing a black suit. And there was a man beside her, slightly smaller than her with brown skin and slightly-shaved black hair; he also had a suit on. She walked over slowly, looking back at Aubrey who gave her a slight nod, as if telling her to be brave. To be brave for Beca.

"Hi." The woman said in a deep but gentle voice, a voice that didn't fit her look. "My name is Detective Jane Rizzoli, this is my partner Detective Frost." She gestured to the man beside her. "We're very sorry about what happened, Mrs Mitchell."

Chloe nodded at them both and gave them a small smile. "Call me Chloe, please."

"Of course. How are you feeling?"

"Is she okay?" she whispered, ignoring the question, her voice hoarse and croaky from all the crying.

"Chloe.. I'm sorry but I'm afraid-"

"-No." She shook her head and her hand not holding the ring instantly shot up to her mouth as she choked back a sob. She turned around and squeezed her eyes shut, but then felt an arm on her shoulder.

"No, no, Chloe, we have no news on Beca's condition."

The redhead sighed, releasing a breath of air she didn't even realize she was holding and wiping a stray tear away from her face.

"My partner and I have seen this kind of incident happen before, Chloe, in San Diego. Several people have been shot in the same place as your wife has, in the head. So it seems like Beca being a target is no accident."

"What does that mean?" she frowned.

"According to the evidence we have.. Someone tried to shoot your wife, Chloe. It wasn't a coincidence, and it wasn't aimed at anybody else."

"So.. I don't-I don't understand." She choked out, automatically thinking the worst. "Beca hasn't done anything wrong, why would s-someone want to kill her?!"

Jane then handed five different pictures to Chloe. "Take a look at these."

The redhead sighed, looking at individual each picture and noticing something similar on them all. They were all women for a start. They all had straight, dark, brunette hair which ran past their shoulders. They all had a majority of ear piercings and face piercings. They all had dark eye make-up. They all had earphones round their necks. They all had a mysterious aura about them.

"These all look like Beca?" Chloe whispered, staring at all five pictures in her hand.

"Precisely. They're all confirmed homosexual as well. It seems like somebody is trying to get a point across here. That's why we need you to tell us everything that happened and exactly what you saw before the incident happened. That way we can catch the killer before he strikes again."