-1Sara Sidle pulled up to the taped off intersection and parked. She climbed out of the SUV and walked around to the back of the car to get her kit.

"What have we got, Brass?" she asked, calling across the scene.

"Drive-by and car accident. Two dead, one true eyewitness and a pack of ear witnesses," he replied. Sara nodded and moved to assist Catherine beside the car.

"What did the witness have to say?" Sara asked.

"She wouldn't say anything. She's a very scared little girl who just lost her mother," Catherine explained, pointing out the child where she stood with a uniformed officer. As Sara watched, the little girl reached up and tugged her ear. Sara furrowed her brow.

"You mind if I ask her?" Catherine shrugged.

"Be my guest."

Sara moved over and crouched in front of the girl. She raised her fingers in a sort of salute. The girl, turned, smiled broadly and imitated her. Sara's hands skillfully began communicating for her.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Stacey."

"That's a nice name. I'm Sara. How old are you?"

"Nine," Sara smiled reassuringly at Stacey. Catherine glanced up and, seeing them stopped her work to observe. She was surprised at the ease and practice which Sara's motions demonstrated.

"Sara, you're in charge of her until DCFS comes to get her," Catherine called out. Sara nodded, then turned back to Stacey.

"Stacey, let's go for a car ride and I'll show you where I work, 'kay?" Stacey nodded solemnly, grabbing Sara's hand and holding tight. They walked to the car and Sara bundled Stacey into the backseat.

"Do you want to stop for some ice cream?" Sara signed. Stacey smiled and nodded. Then she made an interesting observation.

"You would make a good mommy." Sara laughed.

"Can you keep a secret?" she smiled.