This is chapter 3, and once again I don't own the show.

A school visit

Nick:

Under the circumstances, such a visit should have seemed at least a bit distressing, but however insensitive Nick felt for having such sentiments, he loved spending time with all the children in the local schools. He turned around to see a resigned Sara following at slow pace, making a statement in this way, dragging her heels as if to say what he knew, that she really did not have a warm place in her heart for children. He on the other hand became ecstatic as he walked past the classrooms, the vibrant atmosphere created by their little cries of delight when something made sense was what really amused him; this priceless innocence was what life should all be about. Contrary to this notion was the entire purpose of this very visit, and so wishing not to intimidate the children, Nick sped up, striding in the direction of the head teachers office.

After a brief conversation with the greying gentleman, they were in the clear to wander around the classrooms as they pleased, gathering all the information possible, but this didn't all have to be work, they could relax a bit too.

Sara:

Children! She didn't know why but Sara had a deep loathing for such volatile creatures, well she kind of knew why. They were unhygienic, insolent, sickness spreading creatures, and even though she knew that they were necessary in sustaining the human race, she still recognized that she could never have any of her own. Nevertheless, a task was a task that had to be completed, but Sara would make sure that Nick couldn't prolong such a torture as actually conversing with the insane little defects of society; she would make this as quick and as painless as possible.

The operation of removing any information from inside the memories of the children was irritatingly painstaking as they were all so oblivious to the significance of the situation, and so pretended to know something and then didn't. The little monsters thought this was a game! Someone had died yet it was all a joke to them, she couldn't believe it. Then finally they struck gold, in the form of Catherine's daughter Lindsey. As useful as it was this was also equivalent to all their greatest fears, contradicting the hope that Lindsey could, at least maintain some stability in her life, after all her father had died recently.

Nick:

Lindsey knew too much and it was obviously affecting her greatly. She was not only a witness as it turned out, she had been involved, forced to place her hands on the murder weapons, leaving the prints discovered prior to the collection of any statements. Their key evidence was suddenly illegitimate, now their only hope seemed to be this openly disturbed child. With his high spirits dropping to the floor, Nick knew they would have to escort Lindsey to the crime lab as a key witness, and he was dreading it. Dreading the look on Catherine's face, dreading the prospect of divulging even deeper into the painful memories, just dreading everything, but it had to be done, there was no way round it. He was sympathising with both Catherine and Lindsey in his head, their lives had been turned upside down already, and they didn't need or deserve this. More importantly would they be able to cope, or ever recover?