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"Hello, I am Dianna Taylor. I am from child services. Im here for Baby Clark." A woman in her late thirties, heavily dosed makeup covering the large spot on her chin and the dark bags under her eyes, died blonde hair and a purple skirt suit on stood infront of Mac.
"Baby Clark is with Det. Monroe. She is in the office down the hall, first on the right." Mac said, waving the lady off with his hand not even bothering to look up from the case report that was lying amongst the many on his desk.
Dianna Taylor headed off from the office, bumping into Stella on her way.
Stella reached Macs office with a confused look on her face.
"Who was that?"
"That would be Dianna Taylor from Child Services. She is here to pick up Baby Clark."
"Baby Clark?"
"Dianna Taylor's name for Baby Girl."
"Did we get a hold of that psychologist?" Stella asked.
"Yeah, I was meaning to come ask you. Lydia Marron will be here in an hour. She needs someone to accompany her to the house, let her look around, make sure she doesn't touch anything without gloves."
"I know how to take an inexperienced person through a crime scene. I have done it for almost 8 years Mac." Stella smiled.
"Eight years?" Mac asked.
"Roundabout." Stella gestured with her hand.
"Traffic light. We have known each other for longer."
"Coming up from nine years now. You met me when I was in the academy; you picked me out from 5 others." Stella said, remembering the first time her and Mac had met.
"You're hair looked curlier than ever."
"You had more hair back then." Stella laughed, throwing her head back.
"Watch it Bonesara!" Mac joked.
"Yes, Detective Taylor." Stella said, mimicking the annoying lab tech who would always add onto the end of every single sentence she said to Mac, "Detective Taylor".
"Don't bully Marie." Mac smirked; he hated that annoying lab tech.
-Baby Girl-
"Miss Monroe?" Dianna Taylor asked as she walked through the office door to find a young woman sitting on a sofa with a little Baby Girl and a young man sitting on the arm of the chair tickling the Baby Girl. Both seemed blissfully unaware of her presence until she spoke.
"Yes." The young woman said.
"I'm Dianna Taylor, from Child Services." This was her quote she said it almost every day sometimes more than once.
"Oh, yes." The young woman stood up and walked over to her, holding the baby in one hand she put the other out for Dianna to shake.
Dianna shook it and looked at the Baby Girl.
"Im Lindsay Monroe and this is Baby Girl."
"Im Danny Messer." Danny said standing up and moving over towards the rather big, scary woman.
"Nice to meet you, I will be taking Baby Clark and I will organize a family to look after her. Do we have a birth certificate?"
"Em, yeah. No listed father though, we need a D.N.A sample from Baby Girl but we are going to get that when she is taken to a doctor to have a check up." Lindsay answered.
"Okay, thank you Miss Monroe. Sorry for your trouble last night and we will keep you updated."
"Thanks."
With that Dianna Taylor left, clicking her heels on the floor of the lab with little Baby Girl on one shoulder, gazing back at Lindsay and Danny.
-Baby Girl-
"Stella, Stella Bonesara!" Lydia Marron shouted, running from the elevator to Stella who was walking from Lindsay's and Danny's office with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"Lydia Marron, yes?" Stella asked, looking at the woman running towards her.
"Yes." Lydia beamed, finally reaching Stella. "Lydia Marron, psychologist."
"That's good. You ready to go?" Stella asked, walking into her office followed by Lydia.
"Now?" Lydia asked.
"Yip." Stella answered, putting her coffee down on her desk and picking up her jacket from the back of her chair.
Lydia followed Stella to the elevator without conversation, and they both stood in the elevator still in silence but when they reached the car park Lydia spoke.
"Should I take my car?" Lydia asked.
"No, we'll just go in mine. It's a long drive to the crime scene."
"I've never been to a crime scene before." Lydia said climbing into the car.
"There are protocols to follow, you must wear gloves, you can't touch anything with bare hands as it leaves prints, you can't take anything without photographing it and if you do take it, it has to be bagged and tagged. But you don't have worry to about, all you really have to remember is gloves." Stella explained.
"I know, my father was a Criminalist and I was going to become one." Lydia smiled.
"Where does he work?"
"New York, well he did. He was killed on duty. Shoot out. There were enough bullet holes in him to kill a whole flock of sheep. That's what the M.E said anyway. John Marron, died age 43. They never found the man who did it."
"Oh, Sorry."
"No problem, I hated my father. He beat my mother and me. I was glad when I got that phone call telling me he was dead. It meant he couldn't do anymore damage."
"I'm so sorry." Stella said, still looking at the road. Lydia seemed happy, smiley, a person with no problems just 10 minutes ago.
"No, Im sorry for bringing it up.
"What's the name of Baby Anonymous' mum?" Lydia asked.
"Macy, Macy Clark. Don't know the name of the father." Stella answered.
"Macy Clark, Macy, Macy. Real name?" Lydia asked.
"Think so."
"Are you keeping the second name?"
"It was her mother's name.
"So Something Clark?" Lydia asked.
"Pretty much." Stella said, pulling into a car park.
"We are here." Stella announced, switching off the engine.
"Let's go find a name." Lydia smiled.
Once the two had gotten into the house Lydia was given a pair of gloves and instructed to put them on. She pulled them on and immediately began to snoop around, looking through books, cd collections, and after skimming through them she found a laptop in the corner and began to sift through emails, word files and internet history.
"What are we looking for?" Stella asked, fingering a copy of a book that looked like it had been read several hundred times.
"Something Macy Clark liked, it might give us an idea of what to call her baby if we look over it. Something like a favourite book, then we would look at the characters and find a name.
"Would this do?" Stella asked holding the book up.
"What is it?"
"A book, Emma by Jane Austen."
"Emma, Emma Clark?"
"Sounds good."
"That was so much quicker than usual." Lydia smiled.
"That's because Detective Taylor would have gotten angry if we were any later." Stella smiled, locking the door behind her.
-Baby Girl-
Back at the lab, Lindsay and Danny were working with Adam processing the evidence that they hadn't got round to doing yesterday, Adam was identifying a "slimeyish" substance as he put it, that he found on the victims nightgown. While Danny was using every forensic tool at his disposal to process the unusual blood stain on the carpet. It wasn't in the pattern that usually ended up with when the circumstances are like this. Lindsay was tracking down all known ties to the trafficking system and tracking down any one who know or had contact with Abigail' O Neil.
Stella came bursting through the lab door startling Lindsay and Adam and making Danny drop his pen.
"Don't do that Stella!" Danny shouted, retrieving his pen from the floor and trying to wipe away the ink blot form the light table.
"Mac's gonna give you in trouble, Messer." Adam said.
"But it was Stella!" Danny pouted.
"Poor Danny." Lindsay smiled.
"Woah, the new girl speaks!" Adam said, Lindsay was about to protest until she realised that Adam hadn't actually heard her talk yet.
"She's quite talkative, when you get to know her Adam. She's always much tougher than she looks." Danny said.
"Why, how d'you know Messer. Whad' you get up to last night?" Adam asked.
"Okay, guys." Stella said, noticing Lindsay's pale skin becoming pinker and pinker.
"Sorry, Lindsay." Adam apologised.
"It's alright Adam." Lindsay smiled, willing her burning cheeks to cool down.
"Anyway, what you guys got for me?" Stella asked, slipping into a lab coat and joining the three at the table.
"Stickeyish stuff by your truly, hinky blood trails by Danno, and Abigail'O Neil's paper trail by the new girl who is very embarrassed." Adam said, Danny smirked.
"Hinky? You've been spending way too much time with that new girl. Abby, was it? Tattooed lab tech from Washington?" Danny said, making Adam frown at him.
"So, drum roll, wheel spin first thing is…?" Stella asked.
"Hinky Blood Trails, by Daniel Messer." Adam said, in a voice from a t.v show.
"Remember when Adam wouldn't talk because he was to nervous and scared? I miss that Adam. Danny said, before picking up his evidence and taking it over to an empty layout table.
"I began to look at the piece of carpet Mac so expertly removed from the nursery floor and at first glance I thought that this would be easy to process until I looked closer and found this." Danny said pointing at the carpet.
"It's got gaps in the blood. It's not just a puddle of blood it has some holes in it where you can see the untouched carpet." Danny continued. "I couldn't think of anything that might make this until Adam spotted these stuck to Macy Clarks clothing."
"Sequins?" Stella asked looking at the three tiny shapes in an evidence jar.
"That's what I thought until I noticed the minute wires on each of them."
"So what are they then Danny?" Lindsay asked.
"Micro Micro micro chips."
"Microchips, really." Stella said, picking up the jar and turning it so the light caught the shapes, a red heart, a gold star and a green triangle.
"Yip, and get this. These microchips were specifically designed for a Sofia Danes, currently Ms Leona Clark or as we know her Abigail' O Neil" Lindsay added.
"Good Work guys, Danny take the chips up to the computer lab to Kayla please. Don't spend too much time flirting please."
"Don't worry Stell, we went on one date and im pretty sure we won't be having anymore."
"Aw, why's that?" Stella asked, faking sympathy.
"Her husband caught us." Danny frowned.
"Aw, well Danny, maybe it's for the best." Stella said before giggling.
Danny muttered something in reply before heading towards the door.
"Okay, now me, the sticky stuff I found on our vics nightgown is a trace of Blueberry and Rasberry sweets sold only in Scotland." Adam said.
"How does a sweet from Scotland end up on a New York vic?" Stella asked.
"Not a New York Vic, Macy Clark is from Scotland. She moved to New York when she was eleven. She ran away. She was never found but im guessing that was when she was taken by the trafficking system."
"That's such a same, her parents haven't seen her since she was eleven and now they get the call saying the daughter that they hadn't seen for over ten years is dead leaving behind a little baby." Stella sighed.
"I was told to tell you they would be here tomorrow to collect Emma, take her home with them. They want to raise her." Lindsay told Stella.
"You named her?" Adam asked.
"Oh, it's Emma for just now but it's not legally her name. I haven't had the time to put it on her birth certificate and for that matter the grandparents might change it. They are her legal guardians." Stella pointed out.
"Mm." Adam mumbled turning his attention back to the purple and pink sticky stain on the vics satin nightgown.