"What's wrong?" A waitress asked the girl.
"She...there's...there's a...someone died in the bathroom!" The girl answered.
The patrons in the restaurant looked around for a moment before realization set in; they began to frantically get up and gather their things as a waitress called it in.
Emily held up her badge and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "My name Is Agent Prentiss with the FBI! I need everyone to sit down and remain calm!"
Everyone did as Emily had told them to and say down, murmuring and whispering amongst themselves along with taking out their cell phones and calling anyone who would pick up to tell them why was happening.
Prentiss went up to the girl who was covered in blood, who was now in tears.
"Hey, hey, everything's alright," Emily said.
"I just...can I go get cleaned up?" The girl asked.
Emily sighed, "I'm sorry, but you can't do that until after you talk to the police. What's your name?"
"Lily," the girl answered, "Lily Wright."
"Okay, Lily, what happened?" Prentiss asked.
"I...I was going to the bathroom and I realized one of the stalls was open; I peeked inside and..."
"Okay, you stay put," Emily said as she saw the blue and red lights.
She quickly slipped into the bathroom, wanting a quick look at the crime scene before the CSI techs moved everything. She put a napkin over the door handle and turned the knob. She cautiously made her way to the second-to-last stall where she saw a red puddle covering the tile.
Emily Prentiss has seen some of the most gruesome crime scenes, but this was the one that left her speachless, gasping for air as her pulse quickened.