When they arrived at the Walker house the CSI's found Amy sitting on the porch step. She was pale as a ghost and clutched a plain piece of paper in her hand. The CSI's quickly walked over to her.

"Hey, you alright?" Nick asked as he sat down beside her.

Amy looked up and smiled weakly, "Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit shaken up, that's all."

"Is that the note?" Grissom asked.

"Yup," Amy replied, 'Help yourself." She handed Grissom the letter, he read over it carefully.



Careful (It said) Your trading on thin ice. We want it back. If you don't give it to us we'll be forced to hurt you. You'll be next Amy, after your Father dies we'll come after you.



Grissom shuddered and placed the note into a brown envelope. "Any idea who would send this to you?"

"None," Amy replied as she shook her head.

Catherine opened the door to the house and gaped, the living room was torn apart, the pictures that had been hanging on the walls were all smashed. Things that had once had a place in the house were thrown everywhere.

"Any idea who could have wanted to hurt you or your dad?" Brass asked quietly, but Amy just shook her head again.

"I have no idea, my dad doesn't have any enemies as far as I know."

"Okay," Grissom said quietly, "Listen, go pack a bag for the night, you can stay at the crime labs. I don't want you here incase whoever did this comes back."

"Okay," Amy said as she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her flared jeans.

"I'll come with you," Sara said as Grissom gave her a look that said 'Don't leave the kid alone'

"I'll come too," Nick said.



Amy shoved a pair of flared jeans and a t-shirt into her backpack. Sara and Nick looked around the medium sized bedroom, Wall hangings from different video games (All Final Fantasy's Nick noted) hung on the white washed walls. A red oak student desk was covered in papers and text books. The bunk bed looked fairly worn and was covered in blue sheets. The one thing that stood out the most was a small wooden case hanging off of a peg in the wall. A Japanese doll in red and gold kimono stood in the case, her face looked old as though it had lost it's shine years ago.

"Where did you get this doll?" Nick asked as he looked at it.

"Oh, my mom gave it to me before she died," Amy replied quietly, "It's one of the only things I have of hers."

"It must be hard without her," Sara said quietly.

"It is a little," Amy admitted, "But you get use to these kinds of things eventually. I really don't remember much about her." The young girl shoved a discman in to her backpack and swung the bag over her shoulder.

"Alright, I'm ready to go."

"Great!" Sara said, "You get to see where we work."

"You can meet Greg, our lab rat." Nick said, "I can tell by looking at your room that you'll be good friends."

"Really?" Amy asked as she raised an eyebrow, "What makes you say that?"

"Oh it's just a hunch," Nick replied as he looked at another poster.