It was a cold December night. The streets were quiet except for a single car. The car stopped outside an apartment, and a well-known man came out. An ear splitting noise rang through the streets, a woman's scream, the sirens. They rushed him to the hospital as fast as they could, but it was no use. The man that was shot was none other than John Lennon. And the killer was of course, Mark Chapman. But what if he wasn't supposed to be shot? That's what they sent me to find out. Prudence Leon, historical murder investor.

It all started when the chef officer assigned me a partner. That day wasn't much different from any other day April 7, 3064. My partner had already been assigned to me, and I had no choice. Although I preferred working alone, it might be nice to have someone that you know will get your back.

I was the main detective of this police squad, and no one was going to take that away from me, especially this new partner. I started to organize the data messages on my desk when someone walked up to me. Looking up, I saw a red head smiling lady.

"Can I help you?" I asked slightly annoyed, but not enough to show it.

"Yes. I'm your new partner, Annalise." She said, introducing herself.

I stood up holding my hand out to welcome the new member. As she shook my hand I said, "Welcome, I'm Prudence. I think the boss is going to want to talk to you, so good luck." She walked off to the boss's office, and I went back to sorting my data messages.

One very old news paper article, looked 20th century late. The headline read John Lennon shot dead outside his apartment home. But that was completely impossible. John Lennon lived till 2020 and was the reason why the U.S. didn't go to war with Australia.

I rushed into the chefs office, Annalise had already left. I told the chief all about it, and he said "If this article exists then that means someone's trying to change the future from the past.

A/N: Hey, tell me if you like/love this. This is not a Beatles fanfiction!