I own nothing, except Kendyl, Aiden, Kamdyn, and Dylan. And the plot. Warning will be something for something, or something...
I sat in the lab wearing a blood covered shirt and jeans, with blood drying on my neck. The blood on the shirt was the victims, and the blood on my face and neck was mine. Dad came in, in the same condition as I was. He stood beside me. Greg came in soon after him. He started cutting my shirt off. I looked at him. ''Is this for the way the blood is and the patterns and stuff?'', I asked.
''Yep, two diffrent ways'', he answered. I looked at my dad and rolled my eyes. He finsihed cutting my shirt off and he put it in a plastic bag labled ''Evidence". He gave me some shorts to change into and he and my dad left momentarilly. They came back when I opened the door. Grissom, Sara, and Warrick came in and looked at me (I was shirtless, wearing a sports bra and a pair of blue basketball shorts), and my dad who was shirtless wearing a pair of jeans, his jeans. Grissom laughed.
''You have a full on twelve pack'', he stated. It's true, I do. I laughed at him. He, Sara, and Warrick took pictures of me and my dad posings, with us both half naked. I almost got Greg to take off his shirt.
''C'mon Greggo, join the club'', dad joked. I made Greg close his eyes. I took his shirt off and gave it to Warrick for him to hide in Grissom's office.
Grissom took a picture. ''This is totally going on the wall'', Warrick joked.
''Dad, you know my friend Dylan? She has a really bad crush on you and Greg. She would cry if she saw this. Thank god this is staying between us'', I muttered.
''Dylan has a crush on me?'', Greg asked. I nodded. Hodges came in.
''What the Fuck'', I heard.
''Blood splatter, on clothes, blood splatter on my dad's clothes. Grissom laughed when someone said we should all take a picture, considering my ''choice'' of clothing'', I told them. I was sad, and mad, and needed a shirt. I stole the shirt from my dad's locker and ended up crying in the closet near the interrogation rooms. Someone softly knocked on the door.
''Can I come in'', Hodges asked. I muttered something. ''Is thay a yes?''.
''No'', I answered, crying into the corner. It opened anyway. He looked at me and sat down beside me.
He hugged me. ''WHat's wrong, Kamdyn?'', he asked.
''I don't want to talk about it'', I answered.
''Talking about things we cry about helps us get over it'', he told me.
''I saw him get killed, my best friend, and I couldn't do anything. Dad took me away, it's all my fault'', I cried. He hugged me, sitting criss cross in front of me.
''Did you talk to someone about it?'', he asked.
''No one asked me if anything was wrong'', I admitted.
''Strong and silent type, like your father'', he configured. ''I'm taking you to go get some clothes, then we are going to have an official talk, and eat food for the first time in 32 hours for me''.
''Got it'', I stated. I went and talk my dad Hodges was taking me to dinner, as a so called ''daddy daughter date'', only with my uncle.
''Ok'', he answered.
Hodges took me home. I changed into an under armour shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I put my neon green hoodie. I went back to the car. Hodges was texting someone. ''Your choice'', he said to me writing names of resturants on a napkin. I circle the restraunt next to a Papa John's. We talked and ate, and talked, and ate, until something strange happened. Gun shots!