Hey, I'm back! Please R & R.
To Fairygurl621: Wow, thank you. Just think of the tragedy Romeo and Juliet.
Nick Stokes was laughing with Warrick Brown when the news arrived at the station. Greg Sanders had been shot and was going into surgery. Both immediately stopped the work they had been doing for a moment to give a little prayer for the lab rat. Trying not to show emotion, they set back to work.
"Well, it looks like a triple suicide. Or a double homicide and a suicide." Nick stated. It was a sad case, either way.
"The boy is five and the little girl is only nine. I doubt they wanted to commit suicide. The babysitter, maybe, but two kids? It doesn't add up," Warrick murmured in his gravely tones. He held up a picture of the two kids. Martin and Emma Marches. Their parents hadn't been located yet, so there was no way of knowing how long the kids had been with the sitter.
"Nothing in the house suggested foul play on the part of the parents. The boy had a racecar bed, and that was where his body was found. The babysitter was lying on the parents' bed, holding a razor and her wrist was slashed. The girl was on the top bunk of a pretty nice bunk bed. She too, had died in bed from a wrist slash. The only strange thing with her was that there was a trail of blood on the carpet that led from the lower bunk to the hallway and bathroom. Most likely, whoever had killed her had left Emma on the bottom, but Emma had gotten up and had probably tried to stop the blood flow. That explained the blood soaked towels. The killer had probably found her and put her on the top, and she had lost too much blood to get down." Nick said.
"Well, we don't know if it's Emma's blood yet. It might have been the killer, he or she might've gotten cut."
"What, and leave his DNA behind? I don't think so." At that moment, Hodges came in.
"I have the result of the blood test that you gave me. It's a match to the little girl." Hodges said, and then he handed the paperwork to Warrick and left.
"Looks like the little girl then." Warrick said, studying the sheet. Nick picked up some of the photos that they had taken from the house. Something caught his eye in one of the pictures. It was at a fair, with roller coasters and a Ferris wheel visible in the background. Emma had a small star painted on her cheek. She was leaning against a mirror, probably outside the fun house. As Nick studied the photo, he saw that the girl in the mirror had a sun painted on her cheek. Her socks were a light pink, and Emma's were a darker pink. There was no mirror. This was a different girl!
"Warrick, look! This isn't Emma! She must be a twin," Nick said in an excited voice. "She might still be alive!"
"That's right," Warrick said slowly, "The blood could belong to an identical twin. But, then, where is she?"
"I don't know, buddy. Get Brass." Nick said. Warrick Pulled out a cell phone and paged Brass.
"He'll be here soon," he muttered.
Catherine came over and sat down next to Warrick.
"Hey, Warrick, could you excuse us a minute?"
Warrick nodded, and left the room. Catherine sighed.
"Nicky, I've got some news for you. Sarah was with Greg at the crime scene." She started.
Immediately, Nick was frightened that she had been shot, but before he could speak Catherine continued, "She's at the hospital, and is about thirty minutes into labor." Cath finished with a smile.
"Wha-" Nick started, but Catherine cut him off.
"I'm taking over with Warrick, you have to go to the hospital."
"Alright, thanks. And we just learned that Emma has a twin." Nick called behind him as he raced out the doors. Catherine had a bewildered look on her face, and started to look for Warrick for a briefing on the whole case.
Okay, please tell me what you think! Next time, we learn the results of Greg's surgery.
Teaser for next time
"He's not breathing!"