Yeah! Chapter 11! Yes, this is where Endza brings out her ninja mind tricks and scare the crap out of everyone…including me. Don't ask.

"Hannah West?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who's Hannah West?"

"Someone I think you may have a lot of common with." Said Grissom, as the two drove down to the station. Endza couldn't be more confused. And despite what Grissom said about being confused being a good thing, she hated it. In her mind, being confused was unexceptable.

"What is this all about Grissom?" she asked. (Grissom had given her permission to call him that a long time ago.) The two walked up to the front of the building and began walking through the halls. They reached the interrogation room, before she asked the question again.

Grissom stared at his feet, too afraid to look at her.

"Oh." She realized. "She's the one who made Sara go away."

He gave her that 'Duh' look.

"So, what do I do? It's not like I'm a detective or professional interrogator." She stated. "First of all, why is she here? Second, why must I talk to her?"

"She's a prodigy." He said simply. Endza looked at him. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

She shook her head and chuckled under her breath.

"Prodigy to prodigy." She said to herself. "What's hers?"

"177." Endza gave him a serious look.

"Grissom, mine's 160. What makes you think I can outsmart…"

"Because you already graduated." How'd he know that? "You are almost the exact same age, you both have siblings that are now gone and… you both have parents that were lost as well."

Endza sighed upon hearing about her parents.

"She too was released from her parents early on." He said. "She's a psychopath Endza. Only those with high IQs can cleverly pull it off. You might not be one yourself, but I know that if anyone can pull this off, it's you."

Endza peered through the glass seeing the 'torn' little girl.

"Tell me what you know."

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Hannah watched as the door opened, welcoming a completely new person into her lonely world. She looked like she had been crying, but she obviously got over it.

"Who are you?" she asked. "And what do you want?"

Endza sat down and gave her a kind look.

"I'm sorry about your brother. I know it's hard." Endza said, hoping a little kindness would come across welcomed.

Hannah just rolled her eyes and laughed.

"I've already heard that. Like anyone here actually knows what it's like."

"She did."

Hannah stopped. "Who did?"

"Sara."

Hannah was silent.

"Sara knew exactly what you were going through." Endza said, realizing that this kid was gonna need some tough love. "Your parents aren't there for you, your brother has a different life that keeps going in the opposite direction that yours is traveling in, and you're the science nerd that no one looks up to."

They stared at eachother.

"Why does this all matter to you? You're a kid." Hannah said after a while.

"Exactly. Now think. Why would they send in one girl to speak to another?" she knew Hannah would never get it.

"Because. They assume a little girl talk would bring out my feelings. They want me to trust you so you can get me to crack." She said, confident in herself.

"Why would I be in here to do that? Do you have something to hide from me?" Endza said, even more confident. Hannah was on the right track, but there was still a reason why she was in there and not someone else.

"Sara thought that I killed her."

"Who's her?"

"Kira, Marlon's girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, depending on how you look at it."

"So, who did kill her?"

"Marlon."

"Who's Marlon?"

"My brother." Hannah was getting more and more annoyed.

Endza nodded and leaned back in her chair and pretended to think.

"You know, I don't know who killed Kira. And at this point, well, I don't need to know. What I do know is that your brother killed himself and now you're a wreck."

Hannah's face tightened.

"You're psychopath, Hannah. Living your life to manipulate and control people. And when you lose that control, you're helpless. When Marlon went out with Kira, he was no longer under your direction. And you couldn't stand that."

"I've already heard this. I don't need to hear it again. I can file this as police harassment."

Endza arched an eyebrow and smirked. "No you can't."

"Of course I can."

"No you can't."

"What are you talking about?"

Endza stood up.

"First of all, a scientist sent me in. Not an police officer." She began to walk around the table .

"Second, I'm not a police officer, so how can you accuse me of police harassment? You are free to leave whenever you feel like it." She said, as she walked behind Hannah's chair.

"And third…" she slammed her hands on the table, leaving Hannah to compare her hand to her own. Hannah's hand looked like a child's compared to the teen's. Endza slowly lowered her head so it was right next to Hannah's and whispered. "…you can't play little girl with me Hannah."

Hannah, absolutely terrified, but unwilling to give in, stood up and swung at Endza. She backed the older girl against the wall and attempted to beat her. This didn't seem to affect the teen what so ever and she grabbed Hannah's left hand and easily twisted it behind the girls' back. She did it in such a way that Hannah couldn't move.

"Let go of me!" she yelled.

"Oh I will." Endza said nonchalantly. A female officer rushed in and restrained Hannah.

"You know, for one so intelligent, you made a stupid move. Sara was the only one here who could ever relate to what you've been through." Said Endza. "And you got rid of her."

Hannah gave her an evil glare.

"The only reason any of these other people will ever have pity on you is because you're a sick lonely child. Just because we can't prove that you killed any of those girls, we can prove that you need help. But remember this Hannah, no one is going to care where you go…" Hannah's eyes began to well up. "…and you brought that upon yourself."

The officer led the crying 14 year old out of the interrogation room, leaving the 15 year old to watch. Endza wasn't proud, but she knew that they could book her for battery or assault.

This girl was too much like her. All alone, with inability to trust anyone, yeah, that sounds familiar. At least she was trying. What clicked in her head that didn't click in Hannah's? Maybe walking in the desert for 3 years? Maybe it's best that she doesn't find out. But she knew someone would tell her.

Grissom saw the whole thing.

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So/ How was that? I tried really hard and I had to imagine Hannah sitting across the table from Endza and the two having a conversation without rushing into things. I hoped I pulled it off. Chocolate and reviews!