Disclaimer: Hey! Guess what! I don't own Greg, Catherine, Nick, the evil blood stain on the carpet, Mrs. Callibur, Timothy… I own absolutely nothing! ARE YOU HAPPY? NOTHING! okay then…I'm glad we got that covered…

Chapter 1:

"I was in the kitchen scrubbing away at the dishes from last nights dinner when I heard a banging noise coming from Timothy's room.

I was curious so I called out his name a couple of times, but there was no reply. I was worried so I went to his door but when I turned the knob there was a frantic commotion so I whipped open the door and...and…" Mrs. Callibur burst into heavy weeping which interrupted her words, making her hard to understand

Nick placed a hand on the woman's shoulder in order to calm her and keep her from shaking long enough to continue the interrogation.

"Mrs. Callibur, you're going to need to calm down in order for us to be able to help you." Catherine tried her best to be comforting but unfortunately was not prevailing. "What did you see when you opened your sons door?"

The woman shuddered with and just sat there staring into the wall with a glassy eyed appearance.

"When I opened the door, no one was there, even Timothy was gone…"

"No ransom note, no nothing? Catherine questioned.

"No! Nothing! All that was there was…was… a blood stain… a big, red blood stain next to timothy's bed…"Her breathing increased and her body drooped. Before Nick or Catherine could save her she was sprawled across the floor unconscious, bleeding from the nose in panic. Nick dropped to his knees holding the woman's head back to stop the bleeding while Catherine paced around the room thinking over what had happened.

"Well this got us nowhere. Without the rest of the interrogation taking place we can't start the search." in which Nick said doubtfully.

"No I think we have enough information on this tape to start something…call up someone to take care of Mrs. Callibur while I go and gather enough information to be given permission to investigate the house."

"Alright...but I'm a little squeamish..."Greg mentioned happily prancing into the room with a latex glove over his head.

"Greg, you don't have to come but ...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Catherine screamed suddenly surprised as she glanced in Greg's direction.

"Oh...ummm...never mind. What happened here?"

"Woman passed out from shock of finding a blood stain soaked into the carpet instead of her son."

"Is her son usually soaked into the carpet instead of blood stains?"

"No stupid! Do us all a favor and think before you think next time okay?"

"Hmmm..yeah..I'll work on it."