Love Conquers Evil

"Lacy Rockwell"

It was about three in the morning when the police scanner went off saying that there was another kidnapping.

This time it was different, it was a woman, not a child.

"Why the sudden change?" I asked as we headed towards the victims house.

Sam and Dean shrugged.

"We're about to find out," Dean said pulling up to a house tapped off by police tape.

Cops and random people from a couple houses around were surrounding the house.

Flashing our badges, we got into the house.

It was a complete wreck.

"She didn't go without a fight," I commented.

"Any claw marks?" Sam asked quietly.

I looked around the living room and towards the kitchen.

Walking around, I searched for claw marks, finding some on the cupboard.

"Found some!" I called out.

Sam and Dean entered the kitchen and examined the marks while I left them and went upstairs.

I looked at all of the pictures as I went up.

There weren't all that many, and the only ones that were set around the house had more then five people in them.

Family pictures.

I looked into all of the rooms, finding the master room and entering it slowly.

The bed that sat in the center of the room was ruined, slashes in the blanket and mattress.

There was glass on the floor from a picture frame and a lamp being thrown onto the floor.

I quickly checked the closet to check a suspicion.

My suspicion was confirmed when I didn't find any male clothes in the closet.

Leaving the master bedroom, I checked the other doors.

"She doesn't having any kids," I said going back downstairs.

"Then why take her?" Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I stood by the front door, looking around at everything once again.

There was a small desk not that far from where I stood.

A home phone, a small notebook, and a vase full of roses sat on the small table.

Curious, I went over to the flowers and saw a card.

I grabbed the card and read over it.

I'm sorry

I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Who are you and why are you sorry?" I mumbled out loud.

From the corner of my eye, I see a woman maybe in her mid-twenties standing a little out of the door, talking to a cop.

She was crying.

I walked over to them.

"Chloe is one of my best friends, I can't believe she's missing," She was saying.

Smiling sweetly, I introduced myself to her.

"Hi, I'm Ashley, a consultant for the FBI," I said.

"What called the FBI to this?" She asked.

"With all the disappearances we decided to help out," I said quickly. "So, you know who lives here?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah, Chloe Walker has been my best friend since we were kids," She clarified.

I nodded slightly.

"Do you know if there's anyone who maybe might want to hurt her?" I asked softly.

"No, everyone loved Chloe, I can't believe someone did this," The woman sobbed.

"I promise to do everything in my power to bring her back, Ms..." I trailed off.

"Oh, sorry, Lacy Rockwell," She held out her hand.

I took it in mine and as soon as I did as weird feeling went through my body.

It wasn't a good feeling.

My eyes narrowed slightly, something was off about her.

"Well, Ms. Rockwell-"

"Mrs. Rockwell," She corrected.

A tight smile appears on my lips.

"Mrs. Rockwell, here's my card in case you think if anything that may be important to find Chloe," I said handing her a card with my name and number.

She nodded and walked off.

"Who was that?" Dean asked from behind me.

I kept my eyes on Lacy's retreating form.

"Lacy Rockwell," I said not turning around. "A friend of Chloe's, the woman who was taken."

"What did she say?" Sam asked.

Lacy was walking towards the small amount of woods that surrounds the town.

Curious.

"Nothing important," I said.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked taking my hand gently.

Lacy's figure finally disappeared from my sight and I turned around.

"When I touched her I got this really bad feeling," I admitted.

A smirk formed on Dean face.

Realizing my choice of words, I punched Dean in the arm and headed for the Impala.

"What!" Dean exclaimed with a chuckle.