"That'll be $2.50," the clerk working the cash register replied, boredom evident in her tone. It was already 8:59 and her shift should be ending so she was in quite a hurry to get this last customer out of here.

"Ok," Alison Cameron responded, fishing through her change purse for two quarters. She handed the tense cashier her money and took the soda and bag of chips she'd just bought. Cameron had been feeling a little stir crazy in her apartment so she'd decided to go for a walk and soon found herself at this gas station buying a late night snack, much to the annoyance of the clerk.

Cameron took her snack and walked outside, trying to ignore the setting sun. She was feeling anxious tonight and she was not at all in the mood to sit alone in her apartment, waiting for sleep. A fleeting thought popped into her head then, whispering in the back of her mind: maybe I should call House.

She shook her head quickly, trying to physically shake the thought away. That would not be a good idea. What would she say to him? 'Oh, sorry for calling all of a sudden, I was just lonely and thought we could chat.'

Definitely not a good idea.

So instead she walked the sidewalk and allowed her mind to wander. Amidst her daydreaming she became aware of another person, not twenty feet ahead of her, pacing back and forth nervously. She stopped walking then, feeling a little unnerved by this man.

He seemed agitated, twitchy even. Something about him made Cameron nervous; something about this man seemed dangerous. She contemplated crossing the road and just continuing on the other side, but she saw a black SUV approaching slowly towards the man and her. She stopped, deciding to wait for it to pass.

That's when it happened. The window of the SUV rolled down and an object appeared, one that both she and the man recognized instantly: a gun.

Before she even knew what was happening the gun went off, a dozen bullets ripping out the barrel and into the man. He flew back, as though surprised, as the bullets riddled his body and he fell to the ground in a heap.

Cameron did the only thing her instincts told her to do—she hit the ground. Hard. The bullets continued from the gun as the car moved forward, inching towards her, and the only thought in her mind was 'don't get hit'. She watched in horror from where she crouched as the gunman casually pulled the gun in his car, passing slowly in front of her.

His eyes locked with hers and she got a good look at him. Dark, jet black hair gelled back. Deep brown eyes that narrowed as he watched her. A slightly bent nose, probably broken before in a fight. A thin mouth that arched up in a disgusting smirk, as though he were proud she'd witnessed what he had done, proud to share his talents with another. She studied him in that instant, memorized his face. And then his window was rolled up and he was speeding away, disappearing down the street.

For a moment she thought she'd imagined the whole horrifying scene, though reality set in quick when she saw the bloody mess a few yards away. The scared little girl was soon replaced by her inner doctor, however, and she sprinted to the man quickly, taking his head into her lap. She checked for a pulse and found a faint one, though a quick glance at the bullet holes told her he probably didn't have long.

With a shaky hand she pulled out her cell phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1.

He was dead long before the ambulance arrived.

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The detective watched the shaking woman through the double mirror as he slowly sipped his coffee. She'd been a witness to a drive-by shooting and he was waiting for his partner to return with the file he needed for this case. Typically, something so common wouldn't have needed his assistance, but that all changed when he discovered who had been shot. It had been a man by the name of Jeremiah Payton, a cop who had been working undercover for the last two months.

He'd been assigned to watch a man who had been on the radar for years, always suspected of being connected to illegal arms dealing. There had just never been any proof. Payton had been sent in to find some evidence to make that connection.

Only now Payton was dead.

He sipped his coffee again, a feeling of pity setting in as he watched the poor girl. She'd just been out for a walk when she'd seen it, and he knew with a sinking feeling that this would change her life forever. If she didn't have anything helpful to contribute, she'd still live with the scars of this event on her subconscious for the rest of her life.

If she did have something helpful, however, it was a whole new ball park. If she could make the connection between their guy and this shooting… Well, her life as she knows it would be over.

He watched as her head jerked towards the door and his partner entered the room, a file in his hands.

"Hello, Ms. Cameron. Or is it Doctor?" he asked politely, taking a seat across from her at the table.

"Doctor," she said hesitantly, ringing her hands. How had she gotten herself into this?

"Ah yes, Doctor." he continued, trying to smile comfortingly, "well Dr. Cameron, we have some photographs we'd like you to look at. Do you think you could identify the shooter?" Cameron found herself cringing at the word 'shooter', but she still nodded slowly, remembering the man's face. She didn't think she'd ever be able to forget his face.

"Alright then, here we go." He laid the file out neatly in front of her to reveal 6 photographs spaced out equally on a page. Her eyes fell to it as she scanned each picture carefully, comparing it to her mental recollection.

Picture one- no, the shooter didn't have red hair.

Two- hmmm… no, his face was a different shape.

It continued like this through each one until her eyes froze on the fifth picture.

Jet black hair.

Deep, arrogant brown eyes.

That thin smirk.

She felt a lump form in her throat and she tried to speak, but no words came. She finally managed to point shakily at the picture, mouthing the words,

"That's him." The policeman leaned forward, pointing at the photo she held.

"Is this the shooter, Doctor?" Cameron nodded slowly, a look of terror creeping in as she saw his face. She felt a chill run through her spine just thinking about him.

The policeman nodded again, seemingly satisfied with her choice.

"Thank you, Doctor. Could you wait here for a moment?" Cameron nodded again as the detective took the folder up and went out the door, reentering the room on the other side of the glass mirror.

"Which picture did she choose?" the detective that had been watching asked.

"She picked him, Mac. She picked Medici." Mac just nodded, a grim smile forming on his face.

Rick Medici.

The untouchable man.

"We got him." the other detective mumbled, and Mac just kept nodding.

"Yeah, we got him. If she testifies." There eyes fell back on the girl in the interrogation room, watching as she looked around nervously, almost as though she knew she was being watched.

"You think she will?" the other detective asked hesitantly.

"I wouldn't if I was her, but who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky this time." Mac pushed forward now, leaving the observation room to head back to Cameron's room. The first detective watched as he walked in and sat down across from her.

Cameron watched the new detective walk in and sit across from her. He offered her his hand which she hesitantly shook.

"Hello, Doctor Cameron. My name is Mac Sullivan." She nodded in acknowledgement before shakily asking,

"Can I go home now?"

"Not yet, I'm afraid. You see, Doctor, the person you identified as the shooter is a man we've been watching for a long time. We've tried to connect him to multiple charges, but he's always managed to worm his way out. Now that you've ID'd him for this shooting, though, we might be able to finally put him in jail where he belongs." Mac seemed quite happy at this news, as though his whole life had been leading up to this.

Cameron smiled weakly, mumbling,

"I'm glad I could help." Mac shook his head, as though he weren't finished.

"You could help even more, Doctor, if you'd testify against him when we take this to court." The look of shock on Cameron's face told him he needed to convince her fast, or she'd definitely refuse.

"You see, may'am, we already have a substantial amount of circumstantial evidence. If we have your testimony, however, we will almost certainly win the case."

Cameron looked around nervously, looking for help in the situation, before mumbling,

"Isn't that… I don't know, dangerous? I mean if he's as bad as you make him out to be…"

"The government will take extra steps to protect you, may'am. You don't have to worry; we won't let anything happen to you." She looked skeptical still, so he decided to play a different angle.

"Besides, if we put him away who knows how many lives we'll be saving? This man is a monster who has taken many lives. As a doctor, don't you think you should do whatever you can to prevent any more loss? You will be a hero, Dr. Cameron."

She sighed in defeat, either too tired to argue or too guilty over the hero bit.

"Fine. I'll testify." she mumbled weakly. Mac grinned brightly, the first happiness he'd felt in a long time.

"Thank you, Doctor Cameron. You're doing the right thing. You won't regret this."

Oh what a lie that would turn out to be.

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I know, I know.

I'm ridiculous for starting yet another story, but I really couldn't help it!

This story just popped into my head and before I knew it I had a good majority of it written. ):

I promise I'll try to update all my stories regularly, which I kind of have been doing.

I've just got too much going on in my head.