A/N: I know that most of you probably think that Kallie is a resurrected demon. No, no. I'm not writing AU (at least in this fic). This has all got a logical conclusion. I'm just not telling you what it is yet. There will be no dead spirits or ghosts or blood eating vampires.

Watch carefully because I'm going to be dropping hints throughout the next chapters all the way to the end. Remember that we still have a murder mystery to solve!

xoxoxo

Neko-Rinny: I love the idea of Drake having siblings. I think it's an idea that isn't used enough. Brothers and sisters build character! I know, everyone is curious at the "SHE DIED?" thing. It will be explained! Later that is... hehe

BluePlastic: OOO... well thank you for reviewing this time! It means so much to me that you do review. I'm glad you like the cliff hanger. It seems really weird doesn't it? But it will be explained! Just... not now. You write vampire fics? Kewl. I never thought about doing that just because I don't know enough about magical creatures to write anything on them.

Les Dilettantes: Thank you very much. I can't wait to write my ending for you then!

Doom Squirrel: You guessed wrong twice. Hehe. She's not the undead and her death was not faked! Drake and JJ are adorable no matter HOW you put them in a scene. WEEE! –huggles her characters- And JJ wasn't jealous per say. He was just overwhelmed by the power of their emotions, something he's never had before. Sibling love is big and in some ways stronger than romantic love.

Calico Avangi: I know it must be really confusing. Just stick it out to the end, because I will explain everything. I will not leave this fic with anything hanging. And Drake history is something skimmed over by all the DrakeJJ writers out there! Qutie depressing really. And I wasn't pitying you. No, I just meant to say that I know how it feels to be targeted for your sexuality and sadly I don't take it very well. –tries to update quickly without losing goodness-

Kitty in the Box: Glad you're happy. I love Drake's sister too. I might bring her back for a scene but I'm not sure. Kallima's birth is weird yes. And it will all be explained.

Grace: New reviewer! FANTASTIC! And Kallima is just supposed to mean butterfly. No hidden meaning I promise. And I never knew butterflies symbolized rebirth, I just assumed they stood for change. From something kinda unattractive to something beautiful. And my Drake and JJ are attempted to be real people. Not weak or strong, but realistic. Thank you for reviewing!

xoxoxo

Chapter 7:

JJ had never seen Drake faint before, but he had certainly witnessed it a minute ago. And even then, faint seemed too delicate a word, pass out was more like it. All of a sudden there was this gigantic crash and Drake lay on the floor, unconscious and white faced. Needless to say, JJ was panic-stricken at the sight. He rushed to the bathroom to dampen a towel and hurried back to wring the water onto his partner's ashen face. After several moments and a few callings of his name in a loud voice, Drake blinked open his eyes.

"Wha..."

"Drake! Drake, look at me. Focus."

The entire room seemed to stop spinning gradually and three fuzzy JJs became one again. He was still having cold water pressed against his forehead while he tried to remember what had happened before he hit the ground. Steph left and JJ was upset... we got interrupted by... by... oh yeah, the phone... from Janet? Right, right... what did she want? Something about Kallie and her birthday and...

Drake's mind clicked into what had made him collapse, "JJ! We have a ghost baby!"

"Excuse me?" JJ said skeptically.

"No! No, Kallie's dead!" cried Drake.

"Uh... did you hit your head on any-"

"She is JJ! Honest! Or at least she's supposed to be..."

"I don't understand what you're saying. You mean that girl sitting in her car seat, looking at you like you're insane, is dead?"

"Well, not that little girl," Drake said exasperated, "But Webber's daughter is dead!"

"Kallie IS Webber's daughter," pressed JJ, "We have DNA evidence for that."

"But... but... how?"

"Tell me what happened. I want to know everything that you said on that phone and everything that the person on the other line said to you. Get up and go rest on the couch. I'm going to make coffee." Will the insanity never end? This assignment is more fucked up than all of the others put together by three fold! Dead baby my ass...

So Drake recounted his conversation with Janet, every detail including the name Heather and where she was born and who she was born to. But that all appeared insignificant now, because apparently whoever was born, died. There had to have been a dead baby somewhere because death certificates were only issued if two doctors could verify that no life was left in the body.

"Maybe she's a twin?" suggested JJ after Drake had finished describing the events, stirring cream into his cup, "Perhaps, the death was of her sister and not really Kallie at all."

"Couldn't have been," refuted Drake as he cuddled the very confusing toddler in his lap, "The fact that she's a twin would have been somewhere on the certificate with the place that she was born."

"How do you know that?" asked JJ, giving a sip of coffee to Drake before setting the mug down on the end table.

"I worked on a case three years ago with Ryo... think it was called the Baker case, anyways, the person who was supposed to be murdered was a twin and it said so right on his documentation," said Drake.

"Ah... well... then I'm stumped," sighed JJ as he let Kallie hold onto his index finger, "She is definitely a very alive and energetic infant, not in any sense the child of the undead."

"I would imply "baby switching" at the hospital, but that couldn't be. We had a DNA test done. She is John Webber's daughter with ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy."

JJ dropped his head to lie on Drake's shoulder, unconsciously combing his fingers through the baby's ebony locks, "That whole stork idea is sounding better and better by the second."

"JJ! Look, look! She's yawning," hushed Drake as he made a move to get up, "Maybe she'll sleep all the way through tonight?"

"Wishful thinking," countered JJ, "She never stays quiet for more than five hours at a time. Between your snoring and her bawling, I've just learned to give up sleeping altogether."

"I don't snore."

"Yes, you do."

"Prove it."

"I've got one word for you, stubborn: denial."

"Innocent until proven guilty right, JJ? Go to bed. I'll get up first tonight in case she needs to be changed."

oOoOoOoOoOo

JJ slept fitfully that night. He usually had dreamless dozes on and off until the early morning, but tonight was different. After getting up around one in the morning to check on Kallie's diaper status, he slipped back into a comatose state, not expecting his mind to supply him with visions.

He was at the 27th precinct. It was either very early in the morning or very late at night, considering how dark it looked and how everything gave off a blue glow. No one was around, silence bearing down on all sides. JJ looked around for Drake, he had to be somewhere near by... but alas, no. His lovable blond was just like everybody else, missing. Something was wrong. The station was never empty at any time of day or night. The next sound he heard was a petite whimpering from down the hall. Cautiously, he glided past unrecognized doors to arrive at a staircase. The sniveling noise was at the top. He knew it innately. Did he know this staircase? Yes. They were the steps that led to the roof. He climbed. The stairs elongated to be twice their normal size, forcing JJ to take the stairs two at a time to catch up with the stretching process. The noises were getting louder. He was almost there. The absence of a door at the top did not bother him as he scanned the roof. No one. But wait... across the street, the opposite high rise... a dark figure loomed, rising what JJ knew to be a loaded rifle... his rifle. 'No! Kallima watch out! There's one on the-'

JJ lurched forward into sitting position in his bed, sweat running down the side of his face. He tried to slow the pace of his heart by controlling his breathing but he was failing miserably. The emotion in the pit of his gut was sickening, terrifying even though nothing had happened. Or had it... Scrambling out of bed, he left his snoring bedfellow to make his way to the living room. October raised her head from her position in front of the crib. JJ inaudibly told her to move by snapping his fingers so he could have a glimpse of the baby inside. Sleeping. Lying on her back, Kallima's emerald eyes were shut and her little chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

JJ practically crumpled with relief. His nightmare had been so vivid, so believable that it had almost made him think that it was true. But here she was. Safe and sound. What could it have meant? I've never had a dream of being shot since it happened so long ago. Why should it affect me now?

Lowering his head to place a chaste kiss on Kallima's miniature nose, he decided that he would not get further sleep tonight nor would he tell Drake in the morning. No need to have him fuss over something that was fantasy anyways. Maybe my feelings for Kallie go deeper than I thought. I's only now that I realize that I would die to protect her, as scary as that sounds. She means so much to me. Maybe that was what the nightmare meant? Who knows... maybe I'll consult a book or something when I have time...

oOoOoOoOoOo

"Ted! Marty! Pow-wow in our office, we need some advice on the Webber thing," Drake exclaimed from their open door.

"Yeah, sure thing. We were getting bored anyways," huffed Marty as he and Ted ambled around their desks to follow their fellow officer.

As they trekked down the hallway to the meeting room, Ted began questioning the situation early, "So what seems to be the trouble? Janet told me that she found you information."

"She did," answered Drake, "And it's the records she gave us yesterday that threw us for a loop."

"What kind of documents did she find?" Marty cut in, "And Ted, how did you know about the data when JJ and Drake where only told yesterday?"

"I was at her house last night, for dinner ya know," Ted commented as he blushed pink.

"And so that's why you're wearing the same clothes today?"

"Stay on task!" Drake chided, for which Ted was immensely grateful for.

They entered the small quarters to find Dee, Ryo, and JJ already sitting and waiting for their arrival.

"What took you so long?" complained Dee.

"Harassing Ted," replied Drake, "Now what kind of goods can we come up with?"

"Well, obviously Webber's daughter is not this Heather Webber," Ryo stated from behind his desk, wiping his glasses on the inside of his shirt.

JJ just groaned at the declaration, "Well then who is she? Everything fits, the location, the time, the parents..."

"Maybe it was faked?" proposed Ted.

"No motivation," Drake sulked, "Why would Webber pay good money to ensure that his illegitimate daughter was presumed dead? That just doesn't make sense."

"I suggest you stop worrying about the child and start paying more attention to fact that there are two dead bodies with an unaccounted killer," Rose sneered from the doorway on which he was leaning with his arms folded resolutely across his chest.

The office froze mid sentence to take in the commissioner's presence. They specifically did not invite him because they knew he would nag them about finding the murderer and not the identity of the baby. In his book, it didn't matter how cute the kid was, homicide was always first priority over missing data.

"Sorry," apologized JJ, "We just thought that her records would help to pin a prep, because then we would know why they left her."

"Really?" questioned Rose with an expression of mock surprise, "That sounds a little backward to me. Try finding the killer, then reasoning why the killer would have left the kid alone. Simple as that. First thing should be to get the loony behind bars. You know that."

Drake frowned as he thought about the commissioner's words. Maybe I do know that. I SHOULD know that. I'm a detective for God's sake! All angles! Shit, I must be getting rusty or something... or maybe I'm subconsciously stalling... Frightened at the idea, he pushed it out of his mind. If he was indeed delaying the case on purpose, he could get into serious trouble with Headquarters for obstruction of justice. Is that what one month with a baby can do?

"Get back to work," called Berkeley over his shoulder, "On the RIGHT topic. And everyone else besides Adams and Parker, work on your own problems!"

"Yes sir," was grumbled by the present company.

Marty looked disappointed when Ted and him made their way back to the break room, "Thanks for the little break guys. And we'll mull it over occasionally and tell you if we come up with something."

Ryo ripped off the top sheet of paper on his notebook and handed it to Drake, "Here, these are a few of the places who we suspected were his buyers when Dee and I had the case. Hope they help."

"Yeah, thanks," Drake responded as he glanced over the addresses, "Aw, fuck. They're all high schools! You can't be serious."

Dee just nodded his direction, "Sad huh? We never got permission to question anyone there, but you might have better luck."

"It's better than nothing."

"That's not saying a lot."

A/N: This wasn't a terribly exciting chapter, but was stuck in there to clear out some misconceptions. Next chapter you'll get part of the conclusion. This is only an eleven chapter story so things are going to start wrapping up! NO NO NO! I don't want it to end!

Review for me, because you know you want to. I could use this space to beg and plead like I have all my other chapters, but not in this one. I always thought that reviews were a sign of respect for writers so, if you like anything that happened this chapter, leave me a small note. It doesn't have to be lengthy.