Warrick smiled as one of the cutest medical examiners he had ever seen came closer to him.

"Good evening, Mr. Brown."

He couldn't help but stare at the girl's sparkling gray eyes as they contrasted against her pale skin and dark brown hair.

"Ah, Amelia, What brings you over to our side of the street?"

"I think our resident rocker, Mr. Sanders, would like to test the latest evidence I pulled out of Mr. Mason."

She held out an evidence jar containing the scroll and strings of an electric violin."

"You've got to be kidding me. The man ate that?"

"No, he didn't eat them. They were - somehow - put up his…"

"Really?"

"From what I gather, he wasn't dead when it happened."

"Amelia!"

"Hello, Mr. Sanders. I have a present for you."

"And it's not even my birthday."

He began to walk away.

"You're welcome."

"I know."

Amelia smiled. She gave Warrick a bidding farewell and went on her way.

"She's cute. You should take her out on a date."

"I don't think she would say yes."

Dr. Robbins smiled at the two CSI's.

"I know she's going to be tending bar tomorrow night at Black Magic."

"For her godfather, you really are lenient about who she goes out with."

"I know where you live, if you harm her."

"Good point."

"How is it possible for a nineteen year old to mix alcohol, when she can't legally drink it?"

"She grew up working in pubs. She can mix any drink with her eyes closed. Then there's the fact that she doesn't like the stuff."

Sara's eyes grew wide. A European who doesn't like alcohol; very odd."

"Her mother died from supposed 'alcohol poisoning'. Amelia blames herself. She believes she could have prevented the death."

"Remind me - again - why I do this?"

Amelia sat on a stool behind the bar nursing a bruise that was forming on her cheek. For the third time this night she had be hit during a brawl.

A man came up to the bar. He was nicely dressed and stuck out from the crowd.

"May I help you?"

"A water please."

The guy next to him smiled.

"You've come to the wrong place buddy. This is a bar. They don't serve water."

"Leave him alone, Mr. Stanley."

Amelia wore a frown on her face. She looked as if her night was already going bad and it was only six-thirty.

"Amelia, get this man out of here so I can get back to drinking. Take him to the café down the street. He'll fit in there."

"Of course, Mr. Stanley. Come with please, sir."

Warrick followed her out the back door and down the street. When they were almost to the café she stopped.

"Forgive Mr. Stanley. He's moody when he drinks."

"It's ok Amelia."

"Mr. Brown, what are you doing in a place like this?"

"I was looking for you. The annual CSI party is later tonight and I thought you would like to go."

"I can't go. I have to work. I have bills to pay."

"Your boss told me that you need a break. Please come with me."

He touched her wrist which caused her to wince. Before Warrick could comment, a man stepped out of the shadows.

"Go, Amelia. You've done enough work for one week."

"Mr. Matthews…"

"Go! We'll be fine without you."

"Thank you.
"You're welcome. Have fun."

He kissed her forehead.

"Take care of her. I want her back in one healthy piece."

As he walked away, Warrick took Amelia under a street lamp. He gasped at her face. He could tell by her down turned face that she was ashamed of her state. Her put his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Its ok, Amelia. I won't tell anyone. Let me see your wrist."

Amelia rolled up her sleeve to reveal several deep gashes. Some of them still had glass in them.

"Come with me. We need to take care of these before they get infected."

Warrick had taken care of Amelia's arm and they were now on their way to her house. As they pulled up before a castle like fortress a few miles outside of town, Warrick laughed.

"You can come in if you like. No one should be home at this time of night.

Warrick followed her up the walkway and to the door. She turned the knob multiple times different ways until the door opened.

"My brothers usually come home drunk. They have a hard time opening the door."

As she opened the door a man appeared.

"Amelia, you're home early."

"You should be out on the town, Mr. Bernard. What are you doing home?"

"Watching a movie and eating popcorn."

She smiled.

"Forgive my manners. This is Mr. Brown."

"I'm John Bernard, the butler."

Amelia frowned.

"I'm going to assume you are going to the Masquerade Ball. Of course. There's a dress upstairs for you. Ms. Bianca was bored and went into the attic."

He winked at her. She pulled two hundred dollars out of her pocket and handed it to Mr. Bernard.

"Take Ms. Bianca out to a nice restaurant. You two deserve it. It the bill is bigger than two hundred, go to the bank."

"Thank you ma'am."

He smiled and went to get Ms. Bianca.

"Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She headed upstairs and to the left. Warrick began to wonder around looking at photographs.