Rusty sneaks into the nearly silent house. His shoes gently tapping against the floor. He quickly unties them, leaving them near the wall. His stocking feet make little to no sound against the hardwood. He looks forward, his sister giving him a signal that the others were all probably upstairs napping. Climbing the stairs, he glances in the doorways of each room.

Kate sits on her bed, clothing and toys still strewn about her bedroom. A book in her hands. She notices movement in the doorway, and exactly who it is. She bounds up from her mattress, toward him, ready to yell her excitement when she notices him place a finger over his own lips. She smiles, "Hi." She whispers.

"Hey." The young man kneels, pulling her into a tight hug. "Miss me?" He answers, matching her tone.

"All the days. What are you doing here?"

Rusty shrugs, "Thought I'd stop by. That okay with you?" When he sees her nod, he continues, "Why is your room so messy?"

"Mom told me to clean it. She told Daddy I was being defiant." Kate waits a beat before grinning.

He narrows his eyes slightly, "Now, come on, Katie. You're better than that. No points are being made by not cleaning your room. Just that you have no place for more toys or art supplies or clothes. Now, you like those things, right?"

"Yes."

"So then clean. I can't hang out with you until you do." Rusty presses a kiss to her forehead, "I'm going to go see Mom. Don't bother us for a little bit, okay? You stay busy in here. When you're finished, Eve is downstairs...or you can nap too."

She shakes her head, "Naps are for babies. Besides, I might miss something."

"Like?" He raises an eyebrow, standing up slowly.

"Everything." Kate quickly answers, dramatically.

Rusty rolls his eyes, "I love naps. So does Mac..."

"I do too. I was just kidding before."

The young man smiles, nodding, "Clean, then nap. Alright?" When she returns the expression, he turns, closing the door behind himself. Rusty steps down the hall to the master bedroom. He opens the door quietly, smiling when he sees the woman and her granddaughter asleep in bed. He makes his way to the opposite side, slowly lying down on top of the covers.

Sharon slowly opens one eye, then the other, unbelieving of what is before her, "Rusty." She whispers, reaching a hand across to touch his cheek. A single tear drips from her eye.

He covers her hand on his cheek with his own, "I was in the neighborhood." Rusty's tone matches that of her as he watches, "Better stop of you're going to wake the giant."

She nods, "Of course." She sniffles, quickly taking her hand back and wiping her face, "How long are you here for?"

"As long as you'll let me stay." Rusty answers quietly, "I mean...do you mind?"

"What about-" Sharon pauses, noticing him shaking his head slightly, "You know you never have to ask to come home." Sharon starts to smile more, "There is always a place for you here."

"Thanks. I'll help with whatever you want me to help with. I swear it." He looks down to his niece, "I still don't know who she looks like."

"She looks like herself. Big brown eyes, her mother's hair and a...skin tone that's a mixture of her parentage."

"She talk yet?" Rusty smirks.

"I don't know who is worse, you or Andy with the talking business. She'll talk when she has something to say." Sharon looks down to the girl resting between she and her son, "She's a great baby...and Kate talks enough for the both of them."

"She's currently cleaning her room."

The woman picks her wrist up, glancing to her watch, "What has she been doing then for the past forty-five minutes?"

"Reading, I think. She said you told Andy she was defiant...pretty proud of it too." Rusty smirks.

"That girl is impossible." Sharon sighs softly, amused.

Kate opens the bedroom door once she hears the soft chatter of her mother and brother, as if on cue. She looks between them, announcing in a low tone, "The job is done. I am going to sleep now." She turns, closing the door behind her.

Sharon attempts to keep herself from laughing, "See? Do you see what I must put up with on a daily basis?"

Rusty does the same, "Why is your kid so creepy?" He teases.

Eve notices her sister walking in the hall, "Hey." She smiles down to her.

"I'm going to sleep." The young girl glances up, "There something I can help you with before I do that?"

The elder of the two raises an eyebrow, "No. Want a nap buddy? I figure I'll let Freya sleep for a little bit before dragging her home."

Kate folds her arms, "I guess. My brother said you like naps too."

"I do." Eve nods, "Love them, actually. Helps recharge one's batteries, so to speak."

The younger girl gives her an uninterested look, "My bed doesn't have sheets because Mom said to take them off."

"We have other sheets, Kate." She motions to the hallway closet with a wave of her hand. When she receives a look from the young girl, Eve sighs, "Jesus Christ, you're your mother's daughter. I'll do it myself." She walks away from her, taking her phone from her pocket and sending a text.

Julio smirks as his mobile phone when it vibrates, picking it up to chuckle at the message.

"What's so damn funny?" Provenza glances to the man as they stand in the morgue.

"Sorry, sir." He nods.

Morales glances between the two, continuing on, "Considering there was no identification found near the victim's body, I must take a guess. I'd say he's early twenties, Caucasian. Well, really, anyone would, right?" He nods, offering a gentle smile, "However, I continued my autopsy, the victim is not biologically male. He has female genitalia."

"So..." Provenza nods, "He's a she?"

"Yes, exactly. I'm awaiting blood analysis to return, but I believe there was some hormone therapy going on. The clitoris is enlarged, as well as-"

"I don't need all the juicy details." The older man scowls, "Do we have a cause of death?"

"Your victim was stabbed thirty-two times." Morales nods, "However, I don't believe it was until one of the last ones that killed him. He suffered, that's for sure."

The Captain sighs, "Alright, Julio, go upstairs and write this up on the board." He glances back to the forensic pathologist as the other young man jogs out, "Anything else?"

"I'd say you're dealing with a hate crime, Captain." The bubbly doctor's expression turns downcast, "Based on where some of the stab wounds were located..."

Provenza begins to remove his gown protecting his clothing, "I'm going to give the Commander a call. Thanks, Doctor Morales."

"Any time." Morales waves his hand in the air, as if dismissing the man.