(AN: I'm thinking of ending this in one or 2 chapters...should I do a
sequel? Review me and tell me...)
Kendall woke up. She thought it was all a dream. When she looked around the room and found that it wasn't, she sighed. "I wish I knew who that was...then I could figure some things out...like how they knew I said that...the only people in the room were...but it couldn't be one of them...no way!" she erased the possibility as much as she could from her head, and sighed. "How long am I gonna be here?" she asked. "I can't believe I was so stupid as to join an investigation..." she wanted to hit herself on the head, but couldn't. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to hold them back. She suddenly remembered the time when she was fourteen, and her boyfriend had dumped her at the freshman spring fling. She came home crying and...
*
'Kendall?' Gil walked into the room. 'Honey, are you ok?' Gil walked into the room, hearing her tears from his bedroom.
Kendall looked up at Gil, tears streaming down her cheeks, and an absolutely disconcerted look on her face. 'He broke up with me...'
Gil sat on the bed beside Kendall. He tried to think of what to say, but the words were impossible to find, so reached out and nervously hugged her. It was the first time he had hugged her since she was ten, but it was definitely the most heartfelt, even from before then. 'It's ok, hun...you're better than that...' he reassured her.
Kendall put her head on his shoulder and cried. It was always comforting to be in her father's grasp.
*
Kendall's tears were now steadily flowing down her cheeks. She could definitely use one of daddy's hugs right now. Either his or Shawn's. Shawn...how could she not be worrying about Shawn? She knew that Shawn took matters like this straight to his heart. And the fact that he was there when she got attacked? He was crushed right now. She knew it. She thought of the time on their sophomore history class' trip to New York City when Shawn brought her to the top of the Statue of Liberty, or as high as you can climb anyway, and held her hand when she got scared. And she got scared a lot.
*
'Come on, Kendall! You know you can do it!' Shawn cheered her on. 'We're almost there...and if you chicken out now, you'll be so mad when everyone else brags about being able to see EVERYTHING, and you can't...'
'I'm not going to chicken out, Shawn, don't worry!' Kendall walked up three more steps. 'But I do need exercise...I'm about to die here...' she passed a window. 'Ack! Ok, chickening out doesn't sound like a half bad idea at the moment...' Kendall turned around.
'Kendall Cameron Grissom! Don't you dare!' Shawn yelled at her.
'Don't call me that!' she chased after Shawn up the stairs, and sooner than she knew, she was there. She paused, when Shawn stopped running, and looked out the window. 'Whoa! I'm...here!'
'I knew you could do it!' Shawn stood beside her, and smiled, scanning New York City with her.
*
"Kendall!" a raspy voice hissed at her.
"Huh? What?" she looked up to see the figure standing over her again. "What is it?"
"You were always such a baby! What are you crying about?" the figure taunted her.
"Gee, I don't know!" Kendall yelled. "You KIDNAP me from everything I know, my father, my friends, Shawn, when I was SO close to figuring out the murder case...and now you're hovering over me, taunting and teasing me!" she screeched. "What could be wrong? Hmm, I don't know!"
"I'd hush!" the figure got back down into Kendall's face. "Before something happens to one of your friends, or your father, or your precious Shawn!"
Kendall's jaw dropped. "You wouldn't dare!" she tried to wriggle loose. "Let me GO! Let me out of here NOW!" she screamed. "Daddy! Shawn! Someone, PLEASE!" she cried.
The figure left the room, cackling at Kendall's hopeless state. As soon as the door shut, Kendall burst into tears. "They HAVE to be close...they have to be! They wouldn't just leave me here, would they?"
~~
Sapphire sighed. "That was completely pointless...Topanga and Cory are absolutely innocent, aren't they?"
"Yeah...those weren't tears of guilt...they were genuine tears of fear..." Sara soughed, referring to a breakdown Topanga had in the interrogation room.
"And then when Cory looked at you, and asked how you could accuse them? That was either extremely well-acted, or sincere..." Catherine addressed Sapphire, then looked into the room, through a one-side window.
"Who else is a possible suspect, then?" Sapphire asked. "I mean, that WAS Cory's jacket...I know it..."
"Maybe we should ask Topanga if she lent it out?" Sara queried. "I mean, I don't know about you guys, but that's when I lost almost all of my personal items, was in my high-school days..."
"Yeah..." Catherine looked back at Sapphire and Sara. "Let's go..."
Sara walked into the room first, and looked at Topanga. "Ok, we've already clarified with Cory that the jacket had been lent to you..." she explained. "So, did you lend it to anyone?"
"Jacket? What jacket?" Topanga flashed Sara a confused glance.
"The black JCPenny one?" Cory asked. "You remember?"
Topanga nodded. "Oh yeah! I lent that to..."
(AN: Ha-ha! You'll have to wait and see!) ~~
Eric and Warrick were sitting in the research room, waiting for the results on the jacket, while Nick got coffee. They already had the results on whoever owned it, but they had just run it for any trace of DNA.
"So, Cory owns one, but now Catherine and Sara have cleared his and Topanga's names..." Warrick recapped the events of the past couple hours.
"And now we're back to square one..." Eric sighed.
"Hot coffee...coming through..." Nick set three coffees on the table, and sat down in the empty chair. "Why do you look like someone just stole your pet or something?"
"We're back to square one, unless we find any foreign DNA on this fiber..." Warrick rolled his eyes.
"Tell me," Catherine poked her head into the room, quickly followed by Sapphire and Sara. "How much do you love us?"
"Why?" Warrick asked, as he shot an uncertain glance at Sapphire, knowing whenever she was involved in a 'how much do you love me' case, it was something either very good, or traumatizing.
Catherine shook her head. "You wanna tell him, Detective Brown?"
Both Warrick and Sapphire looked at her and said, "Huh?"
"Detective SAPPHIRE Brown..." Catherine rolled her eyes.
"Sure!" Sapphire smiled. "WE know someone else who wore the infamous jacket..."
"Who?" Nick, Eric and Warrick shot up, all excited, and hoping to know who else's DNA to look for.
Sapphire sighed, and looked at Nick. "You're not gonna be too happy with this, Detective Stokes..."
(AN: I'm making it as suspenseful as I possibly can!)
~~
Grissom stood genuflect over the spot he had just covered with luminol, examining for very bright areas, which showed where the most blood or DNA was. "Hey! Detective Hunter," Grissom signaled for Shawn to hand him a q- tip.
Shawn looked up from the spot on the wall he was spraying with luminol, and brought a q-tip to Grissom. "Whoa..." Shawn looked at the bright-electric- blue spot. "It looks like most of the bleeding was done there...maybe we'd be better off just cutting that piece of the carpet off, and bringing it back to the lab?"
"You're becoming a regular Horatio Caine..." Grissom flashed Shawn a rare, pride-filled smile. The only other person to see that type of smile was Kendall.
"Thanks..." Shawn smiled at Grissom, and then glanced around the room. Suddenly, his eyes focused on a spot on the floor. "Grissom..." he walked toward the center of the room, right where Kendall had been standing.
"What?" Grissom followed Shawn, curious.
"Look...a spot of blood...this could be either Kendall's, Minkus' or the killer's..." Shawn pointed to a very small red spot.
"It also could be red paint..." Grissom explained. "These walls were red before they were painted white..."
"Should I collect it, just in case?" Shawn knelt down.
"Sure..." Grissom nodded in approval. "Good work, Shawn..."
"Thanks, Gil..." Shawn snipped off the piece of rug, and put it into a plastic baggie.
~~
Jack paced the floor, knowing that either Shawn or Eric would call and tell him something. He glanced over toward Christina. "You seem strangely calm..." he was curious.
Christina shrugged. "I know Kendall is fine. Just like I told Sapph...she's tougher than any other girl I know...she can survive a lot."
"Yeah, I know she's tough, and I know she'll be fine, but don't you want justice for Minkus' killer?" he asked, flashing her a worried look.
"Justice will be served..." she shrugged. "After all...Grissom and his team are on the case..."
Jack leaned against the wall. "I know, I just can't wait until this stiff is behind bars for good..."
Kendall woke up. She thought it was all a dream. When she looked around the room and found that it wasn't, she sighed. "I wish I knew who that was...then I could figure some things out...like how they knew I said that...the only people in the room were...but it couldn't be one of them...no way!" she erased the possibility as much as she could from her head, and sighed. "How long am I gonna be here?" she asked. "I can't believe I was so stupid as to join an investigation..." she wanted to hit herself on the head, but couldn't. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to hold them back. She suddenly remembered the time when she was fourteen, and her boyfriend had dumped her at the freshman spring fling. She came home crying and...
*
'Kendall?' Gil walked into the room. 'Honey, are you ok?' Gil walked into the room, hearing her tears from his bedroom.
Kendall looked up at Gil, tears streaming down her cheeks, and an absolutely disconcerted look on her face. 'He broke up with me...'
Gil sat on the bed beside Kendall. He tried to think of what to say, but the words were impossible to find, so reached out and nervously hugged her. It was the first time he had hugged her since she was ten, but it was definitely the most heartfelt, even from before then. 'It's ok, hun...you're better than that...' he reassured her.
Kendall put her head on his shoulder and cried. It was always comforting to be in her father's grasp.
*
Kendall's tears were now steadily flowing down her cheeks. She could definitely use one of daddy's hugs right now. Either his or Shawn's. Shawn...how could she not be worrying about Shawn? She knew that Shawn took matters like this straight to his heart. And the fact that he was there when she got attacked? He was crushed right now. She knew it. She thought of the time on their sophomore history class' trip to New York City when Shawn brought her to the top of the Statue of Liberty, or as high as you can climb anyway, and held her hand when she got scared. And she got scared a lot.
*
'Come on, Kendall! You know you can do it!' Shawn cheered her on. 'We're almost there...and if you chicken out now, you'll be so mad when everyone else brags about being able to see EVERYTHING, and you can't...'
'I'm not going to chicken out, Shawn, don't worry!' Kendall walked up three more steps. 'But I do need exercise...I'm about to die here...' she passed a window. 'Ack! Ok, chickening out doesn't sound like a half bad idea at the moment...' Kendall turned around.
'Kendall Cameron Grissom! Don't you dare!' Shawn yelled at her.
'Don't call me that!' she chased after Shawn up the stairs, and sooner than she knew, she was there. She paused, when Shawn stopped running, and looked out the window. 'Whoa! I'm...here!'
'I knew you could do it!' Shawn stood beside her, and smiled, scanning New York City with her.
*
"Kendall!" a raspy voice hissed at her.
"Huh? What?" she looked up to see the figure standing over her again. "What is it?"
"You were always such a baby! What are you crying about?" the figure taunted her.
"Gee, I don't know!" Kendall yelled. "You KIDNAP me from everything I know, my father, my friends, Shawn, when I was SO close to figuring out the murder case...and now you're hovering over me, taunting and teasing me!" she screeched. "What could be wrong? Hmm, I don't know!"
"I'd hush!" the figure got back down into Kendall's face. "Before something happens to one of your friends, or your father, or your precious Shawn!"
Kendall's jaw dropped. "You wouldn't dare!" she tried to wriggle loose. "Let me GO! Let me out of here NOW!" she screamed. "Daddy! Shawn! Someone, PLEASE!" she cried.
The figure left the room, cackling at Kendall's hopeless state. As soon as the door shut, Kendall burst into tears. "They HAVE to be close...they have to be! They wouldn't just leave me here, would they?"
~~
Sapphire sighed. "That was completely pointless...Topanga and Cory are absolutely innocent, aren't they?"
"Yeah...those weren't tears of guilt...they were genuine tears of fear..." Sara soughed, referring to a breakdown Topanga had in the interrogation room.
"And then when Cory looked at you, and asked how you could accuse them? That was either extremely well-acted, or sincere..." Catherine addressed Sapphire, then looked into the room, through a one-side window.
"Who else is a possible suspect, then?" Sapphire asked. "I mean, that WAS Cory's jacket...I know it..."
"Maybe we should ask Topanga if she lent it out?" Sara queried. "I mean, I don't know about you guys, but that's when I lost almost all of my personal items, was in my high-school days..."
"Yeah..." Catherine looked back at Sapphire and Sara. "Let's go..."
Sara walked into the room first, and looked at Topanga. "Ok, we've already clarified with Cory that the jacket had been lent to you..." she explained. "So, did you lend it to anyone?"
"Jacket? What jacket?" Topanga flashed Sara a confused glance.
"The black JCPenny one?" Cory asked. "You remember?"
Topanga nodded. "Oh yeah! I lent that to..."
(AN: Ha-ha! You'll have to wait and see!) ~~
Eric and Warrick were sitting in the research room, waiting for the results on the jacket, while Nick got coffee. They already had the results on whoever owned it, but they had just run it for any trace of DNA.
"So, Cory owns one, but now Catherine and Sara have cleared his and Topanga's names..." Warrick recapped the events of the past couple hours.
"And now we're back to square one..." Eric sighed.
"Hot coffee...coming through..." Nick set three coffees on the table, and sat down in the empty chair. "Why do you look like someone just stole your pet or something?"
"We're back to square one, unless we find any foreign DNA on this fiber..." Warrick rolled his eyes.
"Tell me," Catherine poked her head into the room, quickly followed by Sapphire and Sara. "How much do you love us?"
"Why?" Warrick asked, as he shot an uncertain glance at Sapphire, knowing whenever she was involved in a 'how much do you love me' case, it was something either very good, or traumatizing.
Catherine shook her head. "You wanna tell him, Detective Brown?"
Both Warrick and Sapphire looked at her and said, "Huh?"
"Detective SAPPHIRE Brown..." Catherine rolled her eyes.
"Sure!" Sapphire smiled. "WE know someone else who wore the infamous jacket..."
"Who?" Nick, Eric and Warrick shot up, all excited, and hoping to know who else's DNA to look for.
Sapphire sighed, and looked at Nick. "You're not gonna be too happy with this, Detective Stokes..."
(AN: I'm making it as suspenseful as I possibly can!)
~~
Grissom stood genuflect over the spot he had just covered with luminol, examining for very bright areas, which showed where the most blood or DNA was. "Hey! Detective Hunter," Grissom signaled for Shawn to hand him a q- tip.
Shawn looked up from the spot on the wall he was spraying with luminol, and brought a q-tip to Grissom. "Whoa..." Shawn looked at the bright-electric- blue spot. "It looks like most of the bleeding was done there...maybe we'd be better off just cutting that piece of the carpet off, and bringing it back to the lab?"
"You're becoming a regular Horatio Caine..." Grissom flashed Shawn a rare, pride-filled smile. The only other person to see that type of smile was Kendall.
"Thanks..." Shawn smiled at Grissom, and then glanced around the room. Suddenly, his eyes focused on a spot on the floor. "Grissom..." he walked toward the center of the room, right where Kendall had been standing.
"What?" Grissom followed Shawn, curious.
"Look...a spot of blood...this could be either Kendall's, Minkus' or the killer's..." Shawn pointed to a very small red spot.
"It also could be red paint..." Grissom explained. "These walls were red before they were painted white..."
"Should I collect it, just in case?" Shawn knelt down.
"Sure..." Grissom nodded in approval. "Good work, Shawn..."
"Thanks, Gil..." Shawn snipped off the piece of rug, and put it into a plastic baggie.
~~
Jack paced the floor, knowing that either Shawn or Eric would call and tell him something. He glanced over toward Christina. "You seem strangely calm..." he was curious.
Christina shrugged. "I know Kendall is fine. Just like I told Sapph...she's tougher than any other girl I know...she can survive a lot."
"Yeah, I know she's tough, and I know she'll be fine, but don't you want justice for Minkus' killer?" he asked, flashing her a worried look.
"Justice will be served..." she shrugged. "After all...Grissom and his team are on the case..."
Jack leaned against the wall. "I know, I just can't wait until this stiff is behind bars for good..."