~Hey peeps! Im back *Huzzah* Sorry, I originally wrote PB on my old type writer, then I lost the entire story, so Im putting everything down from memory. It should work out fine though.



Back at the hospital, a doctor checked Amy's pulse and cleaned her wounds. The young girl winced as the peroxide cleaned away the open wounds.

"You should be fine Amy," The doctor said slowly, "But you need some rest, And..." He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Catherine, "I wouldn't recommend going home, not after what Ms. Willows has told me."

Amy nodded, "Fine with me..." Was the quiet reply. Catherine said nothing as she helped the young girl off the hospital table, Amy managed a weak "thanks" before jamming her feet in her ratty sneakers.

"You can stay at the Crime lab tonight," Catherine said as they walked out into the cool Las Vegas night, "Then in the morning we'll decide what will happen to you. Hopefully we'll be able to contact your god parents..." Catherine started up the Tahoe and pulled on to the highway, "You can stay with them."

"Great." Amy replied bitterly.

Catherine looked at her quizzically, "Do I sense Sarcasm?"

"Yes."

"And why's that?"

"You try being forced to go live with people that never bothered to make themselves known in your life and enjoy it. Im not looking forward to it." Amy said quietly, "I mean, my dad is dead... my mom is dead, and now Im going to go live with complete strangers!"

Catherine nodded in sympathy, "Well, we'll see what happens alright? Maybe you can continue to live in your house..."

Amy sighed in relief, "That would be great."

Catherine smiled, "I thought you would like that."



Back at the CSI break room everyone, save Catherine, sat around a rectangle table looking over evidence.

"So, let me get this straight..." Nick said slowly, "We have two god parents who have never met their god daughter?"

"Correction, Steve and Mary Anderson who have never met their god daughter." Sara said, "I ran a background check on Amy and found their names, They don't live too far from the Walker residence"

"Well," Grissom said slowly, "We just have something. Warrick, you and Nick head to the Anderson Residence and talk to Henry and Mary, tell them that now they have custody of Amy and see if they knew anything about David or Phillip's jobs or social lives."

Warrick and Nick nodded and left the break room quietly, talking about Amy and her god parents.

"I don't get it," Nick said as they stepped in to the Tahoe, "What kind of people would never meet their god daughter?"

Warrick shrugged as he drove down the highway, "I'm not sure, If you ask me I think it's a bit fishy."

"Yeah but you know what Grissom says, Don't ever go on hunches. Until we get more proof... hold on, this is it."

Brass waited for the CSI's as they pulled into the driveway of a three story brick house planted among a quiet neighbourhood.

"Hey, bout time you guys showed up." He said, "So this is where the ungrateful god parents live huh?"

"Now, now Brass." Warrick said as he grinned, "Don't bite their heads off just yet."

Brass shrugged, "I can't help it, people like this just... bug me."

"Yeah, we know." Nick said as they walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. After a few seconds the door opened to reveal a woman in hear early 30's with chocolate brown hair and green eyes.

"Yes, Can I help you?"

"Mary Anderson?" Brass asked.

"Yes."

He flashed his badge, Detective Brass, LVPD, these nice men are Brown and Stokes, they're with the crime lab."

"Crime lab? Oh my god.. What's happened?"

"May we come in ma'am?"

"Yes, yes of course." Mary Anderson led the CSI's and Brass down a hallway to a living room and offered them drinks, they politely declined as they sat down on sand coloured couches.

"Ma'am..." Warrick began, "Do you know David Walker and his daughter Amy?"

"Yes... I'm Amy's god mother, my husband is her god father."

"I'm sorry..." Nick said, "But David Walker has been murdered, his daughter Amy has been assaulted and is now in your legal custody."

Mary Anderson shook head, "I can't believe it..."

"When was the last time you saw Amy?" Brass asked.

Mary Anderson went bright red, "Well, not since she was a baby..."

"Why?"

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing but my husband and David Walker had a falling out and my husband refused to let me see her."

"You have rights ma'am." Brass reminded her, "You're allowed to see her when you want."

"Oh I know." Mary replied, "But My husband has this way of doing things, everyone has a place in life and It wasn't my place to go over what he said."

"Where's your husband now?" Nick asked quietly.

"At work, he should be home in a few hours."

"When would be a good time to bring Amy over?" Brass asked.

"Well," Mary said thoughtfully, "I should probably tell my husband first, say...Some time tomorrow? Five thirty-ish?"

"Alright," Brass replied, "We'll be in touch."