Analee POV

It had been thirteen hours.  Thirteen, short, tramatizing hours in which I tossed and turned, drifting in and out of sleep.  This was starting to get impossible.  Samantha was knocked out beside me, sprawled over two thirds of the bed, snoring like a beast.  It would be horrifying if I wasn't so used to it.

I slipped out of the bed with a moan, clamping my eyes shut in reflex when the sunlight blinded me.  This action, of course, then caused me to trip over the pair of heels that Samantha had half heartedly thrown across the room, and crash onto the floor.  Well ouch.  That hurt like a bitch.

I pushed myself up onto my feet with a heavy sigh.  The loud noise that my fall had produced hadn't even stirred the girl.  Ridiculous.  Her ability to sleep through aboslutely anything, and I mean anything was something that I totally envied about her.  It just wasn't fair that I had to be cursed with the ability to hear everything when I was asleep.  I couldn't even sleep if there was a clock ticking in my room, it was that bad.

The fact that I could here video games playing down the hallway, in the games room, alerted me that the boys were up.  I wonder if Mal was there... Hmm... That way I can give him a sober piece of my mind, and hopefully a migraine. 

The door to the games room was about six doors down the hallway, towards the kitchen.  When I paused in front of the door, I heard the voices of a few other boys, meaning Teegan and Luke probably had friends over.  Cole and Michael's friends wouldn't even be awake at this time in the morning.  Then the realization that I must look like hell hit me.  I wasn't walking in there with makeup smeared down my face, even if I didn't like any of those boys. 

I sprinted quickly down the hall to the 'public' bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind me, wincing as I saw my reflection in the mirror above the sink. Shit.

I looked like a bulldozer had run me over, and then decided I wasn't totalled enough, so he backed over me again.  My once curled hair was sticking up in tuffs and plastered to one side of my face.  My mascara, although waterproof, was smudged all the way down my cheek. I looked like the corpse bride, and I definitely could not pull it off.  Yuck.

It took me about fifteen minutes to tie my hair back into a messy bun, and scrub my face clean of any remaining makeup.  Damn stuff.  Now I knew why makeup remover was such a necessity for some people.  If you wore a lot of makeup, it hurt like hell to take off with just water.

Once I was finished, I turned and skipped back to the games room, ripping open the door, and stepping onto the plush black carpet that covered the floor.

Teegan and Luke were wrestling over a game controller, rolling around on the floor in front of our 100 inch flat screen tv, while two other boys were straining to see over them while guiding their controllers.  Mario Cart.  Of course.  These boys were like four year olds. 

I recognized the back of Jakes head, as he tried to seperate the fighting twins, just before he was drawn into the wrestling match.  He was doomed.  The twins turned on him, pinning him to the ground.  He should have known to never get involved with the twins arguements, they were the devil incarnates.  Teegan sat atop Jake's stomach as he struggled, and pinned him down as Luke pulled a marker from his back pocket.  Probably black, and probably permanant. 

Oh man, as hillarious as this was to watch, I should probably save him before they kill his pride.

"BOYS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" I shouted, twisting my voice to sound like our mother.  Apperantly, it was pretty damn convincing, because every boy in the room froze immediatly, and turned to face each other wide eyed.  I had to smother my laughter when Teegan and Luke jumped off of Jake, helping him up before they could do any serious damage.

"It's not what it looks like!" Teegan cried, throwing his hands up in an innocent pose. 

"It looks like you were about to go make breakfast for your little crush before she woke up with a killer hangover," I continued, still mocking him in our mothers voice.  When I stepped around the corner into view, Teegan's eyes latched onto me and narrowed dangerously. 

"Well, it looks like you've gotten a few years younger there, Mom." he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Are you insinuating that I'm old Teegan?"  We all spun around to stare at the doorway in surprise.  Our mother was standing there, holding something behind her back with a big teasing grin on her face.

"N-no, I-I mean, n-n-no," Teegan stammered uncomforatbly.

"Good, because I brought you something."  She brought a plate of steaming, yummy smelling food out from behind her back and holding it out towards him.  The other boys and I stared between her and the plate in confusion. "You'll get nowhere with her without my help," she scolded, shoving it towards him.  Teegan flushed beet red and snagged the plate, striding out of the room, and heading towards my bedroom. 

"Make sure she actually eats the food!" I called teasingly.  The remaining boys began hooting and hollering, and scrambled to the door way to watch him walk down the hallway.  He flipped us all off, but continued walking until he reached my room, and entered without knocking.

"How did you know he had it bad for Samantha, Mom?" Luke asked, once he had calmed himself down.

"I'm a mother.  I am all knowing," she answered, smiling at him.  She then turned to me.  "By the way, Malcolm is in the office right now, so you won't see him until the movie tonight.  Please refrain from telling him off until after the movie."

What. The. Fuck.

How did she know that?

"How did you-"

"I'm all knowing," she repeated creepily.  She then spun on her slippered heel and continued out the doorway, whistling an up beat tune as she went.

"Whoa," Luke mumbled, shaking urning, his head. 

"Dude, your mom is creepy!" one of the boys that I didn't know said.  Luke sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah, I know."  With that, they all turned, completely disregarding me, and returned to playing xbox.  A few minutes later, when I still hadn't moved, Luke twisted around in his spot on the red leather couch and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you want something?" he asked.  I shook my head.

"Nope, nothing at all."  Now to find something to do to waste away the next seven hours.

Mal POV

I finally caught it.  the break I had been looking for, I mean and that break came from with name  Mr. Gregory James O'Callahan.  He was Ms. O'Callahan's father. 

When I spoke to him over the phone about his daughter, it was awkward.  Basically because Gregory didn't know his daughter was dead.  That sure put an even worse damper to my already horrible day.  I had to break the news to him and his wife over speaker phone, to which they invited me down to New York for a visit.  I agreed.  New York was like a second home to me, having spent a few years there with Cally in the beginning.  I was going up to find out information about Ms. O'Callahan, and hopefully some light would be shone onto this grim case. 

I couldn't believe they hadn't been told.  After I hung up with them, I sat at my desk in shock, just staring at the piece of paper with their number on it.  It had taken about a week, but I had found them.  That wasn't even part of my job!  The officers on duty were to call up any living family, but apperantly they disreagarded that little important factor.  Dammit.  If they hadn't, they would've made my job a hell of a lot easier.

A shrill beeping awoke me from my stupor, and I glanced at my phone to see the alarm I had set for the movie night with Lindy and her family had gone off.  I had twenty minutes to get out of the office, change, and make it to the library for eight thirty. 

I scrambled up from my desk and all but ran from the office.  I didn't want to be late, however insignificant the night was.  I wanted to make a good impression on Lindy and her husband.  I couldn't have them kicking me out for any reason, which is why I hadn't really retaliated against their daughter.  If I got kicked out, I'd have no where to go, and I couldn't risk losing the job I had right now.  There was no way I'd be able to survive without the kindness they had shown me, excluding Analee of course.  She was a prissy, self centered, egotistical bitch.  So I was alright with that.

I made it to my room in record time, changed into a white wife beater and a pair of low hanging jeans, and slipped out the door, heading for the living room.

When I stepped into the living room, everyone was already threre, seated on the many couches the room held.  Michael and Cole had taken the two black arm chairs, sprawling sideways across them, and munching on their own individual bags of chips.  Lindy and her husband were curled up on the first love seat in the far right corner, and Teegan and his twin Luke, were squishing a laughing Analee and Samantha between them on the largest purple couch.  You'd think that black and purple furniture was an odd mix, but the cream walls with black and purple trim actually made it work.  It was weird.  I settled on the other loveseat, the twin of the one that their parents were on and turned to look at the television. 

"You're right on time Malcolm!" Lindy smiled, tossing my a bag of chips.  "Michael said you liked BBQ chips?"  I nodded.

"Thank you Lindy, what movie are we watching?" 

"You'd know if you were here on time," Analee mumbled, sending me a dark glare.  She was pretty damn hot when she was pissed, but I don't believe she'd appreciate me saying so.  Her mother sent her a sharp look before answering;

"The Devil Inside, it should be good."

"MOM!" Analee cried, jumping up from the couch.  "You said we wouldn't watch any horror movies tonight!"

"Lee, it's the first Saturday of the month.  We always have a horror movie marathon today," Michael chided, shaking his head.  She pouted, dropping back between her brothers, and shutting her eyes.

"Wake me up when it's over."

***

Analee never went to sleep.  In fact, I'm pretty sure she was the most attentive one watching.  I didn't need to look at her to know it, I just listened to her high pitched, terrified screams.  In her defense, it was a slightly frightening movie. 

When the movie was over, I'll admit, I was a little shaken.  I could handle horror movies, but somethimes somethings rattle us all. 

Cole stood from his place on the armchair and stalked over to the DVD player, taking out The Devil Inside, and replacing it with another circular DVD.

"What's this one Cole?" Teegan asked, resting back against the arm of the couch.  Cole looked up and sent his sister a mischevious grin.

"Paranormal Activity 1," he smirked, winking at the horror struck look on Analee's face.  Their parents had retired as soon as the first movie had ended, and the rest of their children had screwed up their faces in disgust, so I figured they weren't just planning on sleeping. Yuck.  Bad mental images.

86 minutes later, Samantha and Analee were the only two awake on the couch (excluding me), draped over the twins.  Teegan was sleepily clutching Samantha tight to him with a happy smile.  Deep down, I was pretty glad that Analee had stopped us from hooking up.  Samantha was hot as hell, but Teegan was obviously in love with her, and I honestly couldn't come between that.  It reminded me too much of how mom used to look at my dad.  They hated me, yes, but they loved each other, a lot. 

He sighed happily, tugging her over onto his chest, and pressing a kiss to her head.  The gesture was so intimate, I felt as though I had to look away.  I looked over to his twin, to find him passed out beside a wide awake Analee.  She was glancing around in surprise at her passed out brothers, and I didn't miss how she avoided glancing at my direction at all.

The last thing I saw before I fell into oblivion, was Samantha and Analee switching on another movie, a chick flick, which I laughed at sleepily. 

Girls. 

Hillarious.