Author: Cheetah15

It was a warm and breezy day in Baltimore and a man was walking down the street. He stopped by a vending machine and got a soda. He walked past a woman going the other way. Her purse accidentally hit him.

“I'm so sorry,” she said.

“It's fine. I should really watch where I'm going,” he replied.

He resumed walking, finishing his soda while he walked. He soon arrived home. He lived in a little house with cream colored siding with white trim. The door was beige. When he walked in, he took off his shoes and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He put on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and walked back into the living room. He sat down in his chair, grabbed the remote control, and turned on the news.

The night passed and there was no sound out of that house. The next morning, the man's neighbor stopped by to deliver some mail that was delivered to his house, and when he walked in to talk to him about it, he saw that the man was dead.

The man had no puncture wounds, bullet holes, or knife wounds. He didn't even have defensive wounds on his wrists and hands. The Baltimore PD seemed puzzled by this case. They had no cause of death, no suspects, and no name for the victim. The police looked in the refrigerator and freezer to see if anything was missing or unusual, and so far nothing. They checked his room and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They debated calling in some help, but later they all agreed that they should call in the help.

FBI Agent Rachel Young and Dr. Jacob Hood arrived in Baltimore from Quantico, Virginia. They went to the house and immediately saw the body. Rachel looked for identification for the man, and then, she saw it, the man's name: James Riggs. Hood was looking at the body for any signs of anything and saw nothing. He wondered how a seemingly healthy 29-year old man suddenly died overnight from what appeared to be nothing. He saw a white residue around James' mouth and decided that he should get the coroner to run a tox panel.

They took a ride to the coroner's office. The coroner said that the tox screen came back negative for any and all poisons that were known to man. It was also negative for drugs and any other substances. This was very puzzling for Hood. He normally could find an explanation for anything, but not this time. This time there was no explanation, at least not yet anyway. They said thanks for the results and walked out. They decided to go out for dinner and then go back to the hotel to get some rest. They went to an Italian restaurant. They both had a dinner of pasta and garlic bread. They retired to their hotel for the night. When they got back, Rachel went to her room, got her pajamas on, and went to bed. She tossed and turned. She was having a nightmare. She was dreaming about a man's girlfriend. The man was sentenced to a mental institution and broke out to see his girlfriend, and when he got to her house, the police caught up with him and shot him dead. After that the girlfriend never never forgave the police who killed her boyfriend, so she swore revenge on the police who killed him. It turned out that James Riggs lived in the same house that the girlfriend lived in before she killed herself in the bathtub. She killed herself in the bathtub after slitting her wrists as a result of her boyfriends death and not being able to exact her revenge on the police who killed him. She felt that all police were just as bad as those who killed her boyfriend, Walter, so she haunted them in their dreams until they admitted their fatal mistake.

Rachel had enough of that. She shot up with a soft scream, and got out of bed. She grabbed her robe and walked down the hall to Hood's room. She knocked on the door and he opened it. He let her in to the room in all her brilliant beauty.

"Rachel, what's wrong? Why are you in my room at this hour? Couldn't it have waited until morning?" he asked.

"In response to those questions in order, I had a nightmare, I couldn't sleep, and no it couldn't." she replied.

"Rachel come here and let's talk about it, and then we can sleep." he told her.

She told him the whole story about the woman and how she haunts her dreams at night. Hood felt sympathetic for her and decided to look into the situation. He looked over at her and realized that she had fallen asleep. He picked her up and layed her in the bed. He climbed in next to her and fell asleep. Sometime in the night, Rachel had her nightmare again so she moved closer to Hood in her sleep. Her arm was draped over his waist and her head was lying on his chest. Their legs were interwoven and their bodies flush against each other.

The next morning, when Rachel woke up, she noticed two things: one-she was sleeping with Hood and two- they were right up against each other. She fell back asleep. A few hours later she heard whispering in her ear.

"Rachel, wake up. We need to get up. It's 10:00 and we have the Riggs case to work on and if we don't get up, we'll hear rumors about this incident." he told her.

She got up and walked back to her room calmly. She changed her clothes, brushed her teeth and hair, did her makeup, put her hair up in it's bun, and put her socks and shoes on. She was wearing a black blouse and black pants. She was wearing her black heels with her outfit as well.

Rachel had a vision of Kelly, Walter's girlfriend. It was so disturbing to her that she screamed and moaned. When she screamed, somehow Hood heard her and ran to her room. When he got there, she keeled over into his arms. He picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" he asked her.

"I just had a vision of the pyscho girlfriend. I think we need to look into Riggs' house's previous owner and his life." she told him.