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Grissom stopped the car and glanced at the street. 'Such a nice street for a Halloween Crime.' he thought quietly to himself while reaching for his kit in the backseat. He glanced across the first seat to see Greg standing there looking extremely pale. 'Child deaths are never easy, no matter how long you've been working here.'
Greg, seeming to snap out of his daze, noticed Grissom had his kit and immediately dashed down to get his. "Sorry boss." Greg said, a hint of confusion and sadness in his voice. "I'm just shocked that someone can do something so horrible to someone so young. They're to chicken to face up to harder kill, so they go for something defenseless." Greg stopped and closed his eyes. 'I always say to much in front of him. He's waiting for me to start the job...'
Grissom pulled his coat around him, feeling the cool air already making it harder on him. He knelt down to the body of the young black haired girl on the sidewalk. There were police sirens ringing from all around the scene. They were forming a barrier with their cars to stop from onlookers seeing the girl. But to Grissom, the sirens were making his head rattle.
"Greg, look at this. There is a massive intrusion in her chest. It looks like the assailant came up to her, used a sharp tool to stab her, then made the hole bigger." As he spoke, he gestured it with his hands.
"Why?" Greg asked simply. "Why make it bigger if it was already going to kill her?" He still kept his distance from the body, not used to being around the dead just yet.
"Grissom!" The coroner ran up to him.
"What do you got?" Grissom said, watching the coroner look towards his clipboard.
"Well, we won't know officially everything until the autopsy, but see that would on her chest? Her heart was ripped out." He looked towards the young girl on the ground.
"A girl dressed in Snow White with her heart ripped out. How ironic." Greg said from behind.
Grissom walked into the autopsy room to Dr. Robinson taking some last notes on the girl.
"Oh Hi Grissom. Well, I got an I.D. on her. Her name is May Stevens. She's nine years old. She died about 25 minutes before the coroner reported to scene. She had chocolate and apple in her stomach."
"What's the C.O.D.?" Grissom said, more anxious to know how she died.
"The cause of death was a stab wound to her chest, probably the right ventricle if I had the heart." He held the blanket up gently, pointing to the wound. "She was stabbed with a sharp item. I would say a dagger, double sided. I also found a weird green thread stuck in the laceration. I bagged it for you."
Grissom looked down and May and sighed. "Guess she will never live happily ever after with her prince."
Suddenly, his phone began to ring. It startled him at first, but he reached down and flicked it open. The caller I.D. said it was a CSI. "Grissom." He spoke in the reciever, dreading what would come next.
"It's Catherine. We found another girl a block down from the first one." She spoke quietly, and Grissom could here several people around her.
"Let me guess, another Disney character?" Grissom replied. He could here Catherine gasp at the end of the line.
"How'd you..." She stopped, finally realizing the pattern Grissom was seeing.