Short piece of Fluff for Trinxy. :)

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It Was Murder!

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Piercing blue eyes draw level with his. "This is serious."

Rick nods his head solemnly. He has to call on every ounce of his reserves not to let his lips turn up in amusement.

"It looks very serious," he manages to say. "Does he need a trip to the hospital?"

"It's too late for the hospital."

"It is?"

"Yes. He died!"

"Are you sure he's dead? Maybe we can fix him-"

"No! He was murdered."

Rick's lips twitch. "How do you know it's murder?"

Small hands frame his face and turn his head towards the body lying prone across from them.

In his most serious voice, the boy says, "Someone cut off his head."

Rick has to bite the inside of his cheek before he can offer a, "Maybe he fell?"

His son shakes his head and huffs out an exasperated sigh. "He didn't fall, Daddy."

Rick considers the action figure on the table. "Maybe he tripped and, oops, off popped his head?"

"He was murdered! We need to call Lanie-"

"Aunt Lanie," Rick corrects.

"-Auntie Lanie," he concedes. "She can find the evidence and then Mommy can find the murderer and uncle Kevin can arrest her."

"Her?"

"Sarah," the boy whispers, his bright blue eyes flicking towards the staircase as if he expects his sister to come flying down at any moment.

"Sarah killed him?"

The small head bobs up and down. "Had to be Sarah."

Rick brushes the hair that flops on the boy's forehead away from his eyes. "How do you know it was Sarah?" He lowers his voice to a whisper as he says, "Maybe it was a monster?"

The boy rolls his eyes, small nose scrunching in frustration and Rick has to school his features because, yeah, this is Kate Beckett's kid all right.

"You're being silly."

"Maybe it was a Ninja Assassin?"

"It wasn't a Ninja."

"The CIA?"

His son sighs. "It was Sarah. She had the movies."

"Motive."

"She had the motives. What time does Mommy get home?"

Rick checks his watch. "Not for another hour, Sam."

Sam frowns. "I need Mommy."

"Not Daddy?"

"Sorry, Daddy, I need Mommy." The boy quickly scoops up his beheaded Captain America figurine, cradles the pieces protectively against his chest as he heads towards his room. Sam pauses at the foot of the staircase to add, "But you can write about it after."

Rick manages to wait until the boy is upstairs before the grin cracks his face.