Chapter Two:
Flynn stood there staring off into space. Agent Black had given her bottled water and then went back to the scene. A small hand pulling on her sleeve made her look down and she notice it to be the little girl that was standing away from the siblings. The girl had tears in her eyes.
"He entered through the back down," she whispered. "Mommy was cooking dinner and I was watching cartoons. I went into the kitchen and saw him hit mommy in the back of the head."
"It will be okay," she whispered bending down to the girl's height. Reaching out she whipped the tears away. "I'm going to find the man who did this."
"I know. You are Agent Flynn from the news. The one working that Tattoo case," she smiled. "Mommy said that if anyone could solve this case it would most likely be you."
"What's your name?" She smiled slightly.
"Rebecca Alexandra Smithson," she smiled proudly. "Everyone calls me Becka though. Daddy died over seas. He was a marine! Mommy was a police officer before but had to quit because it was taking up all her time. Now she works as a security guard lady at the mall. She also watches Jermey and Mary when Mrs. Nancy is busy. The man was tall about your partner's height."
"Becka ... did you see his face?" She asked. The girl shuck her head.
"Not that I can remember. It went by so fast. I think I did," she frowned. "I'm sorry I can't remember. I remember the darkness."
"Darkness? Did you hide somewhere? Did he know you were there?"
"Yes he is the one who put me in the closet. Mary found me," she furrowed her brow as if trying to remember something. "Everything was foggy for a moment but I remember a sound. Some sort of tool. And a weird feeling on my back. Like someone was writing something."
"Turn around for me." Becka turned and she lifted up her shirt. Shacking her head she read what the tattoo said 'Like your present?'
"What's wrong," Becka asked turning around.
"Becka you said everything was foggy for awhile. Do you think you can tell me where he put you," She asked. Becka nodded. Looking up she saw that everyone was watching her and the coroners van was gone. "Want to show me?"
"Yeah," Grabbing her hand she smiled. "Will it help you find this man?"
"Yes it will," she said softly. When they reached the tape the three CSIs and her partner watched her shocked that she was letting the little girl into the scene.
"Um ..." Becka stopped moving and studied the house. Looking back up to her she pouted. "Agent Flynn what if what I show you doesn't help any?"
"Becka," Bending down again still holding the girls small hand she smiled. "Everything that we see and know helps with finding the bad guy. What you show us will really help us and I am hoping to find something."
"Okay," smiling she started walking again. The others followed closely behind. Entering the house everyone was careful where they stepped, even Becka. She lead them into the living room and over to where the phone sat on the island between kitchen and living room. One the island was the telephone. "There," she pointed right under the phone.
"Okay," Flynn knelt down and studied the board. "Becka did this man have on gloves?"
"Yes his entire body was covered in black. I think ... like I said I can't remember everything," she frowned. "I remember the gloves though because they felt odd. Like they were coated in something."
"Oh," she nodded. "Someone get me a camera." Grissom handed her his camera and she snapped pictures of the wood. Feeling around she found where the crack and pulled. It opened to reveal a small space and she smiled. "Hey Becka?"
"Yes," Becka tilted her head slightly.
"You helped out a lot," she looked at Grissom and smiled. "Get me two evidence bags and a flashlight please. Becka can you turn back around again."
"Sure thing," Becka says while turning. Flynn instructed her to lift the back of her shirt and she did. Everyone gasped at the message but she just snapped some pictures of it. Turning back around Becka smiled. "I want to be like you when I'm older."
"Becka I want you to go with this nice man right here back outside," she pointed at Warrick.
"I want to stay with you." She frowned. "What if I remember something? I need to tell you right away so you can find the bad guy."
"I have an idea," she looked at Black. "Randy call up Linds and tell her I need her down her right away. Tell her to bring Alex to because if not he will destroy the hotel room."
"Sure thing," Randy left taking out his cell. Nick and Warrick looked at each other oddly. Becka smiled.
"I get to stay with you then?"
"When I'm not working but while I'm working you will be staying with my daughter and son. How's that sound?"
"Good." She nodded as Grissom came back in. "He was his height!" She yelled and everyone looked at Grissom. Flynn cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you sure Becka? What you're saying is that the man you saw was exactly Mr. Grissom's height," She said grabbing the girl's attention.
"Yeah because I looked up at him and he had been standing right there," she smiled. "Though he wasn't so tough looking." With that Warrick and Nick started trying to stifle there laughter. Grissom ignored them and handed over the stuff she asked for. Black walked back in.
"Linds said Sam is dropping her off in about ten minutes. Said they will pick up Rebecca and bring her back to the hotel where she can get some sleep. Oh and she also says you need to pick up some paper for her so she could finish her homework that you so kindly gave her."
"Yeah yeah she asked for it," she replied as she studied the needle she had picked up. Putting it in the bag she handed it over to Nick. "I need to know what chemical is found in that and if the same needle was used more then once," she ordered. Picking up something else she sighed. Placing in it the back she handed it to Warrick. "I need to know if the ink left in that is meant for a real tattoo or a fake. And if it was used more then once also."
The two left and she turned to look back in the hidden space. Grissom again almost saw the entire tattoo but she turned around quickly and stood up. Sighing she turned off the flashlight and looked down at Becka. "You helped us a lot you know."
"Good." She smiled happily but then frowned. "Mommy is dead. Daddy is dead. Everyone is dead. What about me? Who do I go to?"
"I will find that out," Flynn removed her gloves and handed them to Grissom who placed them in a baggy and in his front pocket with his. He watched as she easily picked up the six year old. "Come on lets go outside."
"Okay," Becka yawned and placed her arms around Flynn's neck and laid her head on her shoulder. Grissom though didn't leave and bent down to examine the small room the girl was kept in.
-Crime Lab-
"Who does she think she is," Sara snapped sitting in the layout room with Greg. "I mean come on. If she knows we are one of the best labs she knows we do some of our best work with all of us on the case why keep us off? Who cares if she is a stupid FBI agent? The Sheriff heard her it may not even be their guy so we should be given the case."
"She isn't stupid," snapped someone from the doorway. They all turned to see a teenage girl with long blonde hair. She was wearing jeans and a tight fitting short sleeve shirt that showed her lightly tanned arms. A small boy was held on her hip and he seemed to be asleep. A girl stood holding her other hand also looking rather sleepy. "In fact she is smarter then you. One you can't work this case because of your relationship with the supervisor. Two she doesn't need a lot of people walking around on a high profile crime scene potentially destroying evidence that could put a rapist and killer of 15 innocent women behind bars and given the death penalty. Three he wasn't put on the case because of reason two. Four she knows there is a possibility of other cases coming in and knew that the Las Vegas Crime Lab would need people ready to investigate."
"Who are you," Sara snapped standing and crossing her arms.
"Someone who really doesn't like you right now and you don't want to ..."
"Lindsey!" Agent Flynn's voice was heard coming down the hall. "What are you doing here? Does this look like the Rampart?"
"No mom it looks like a crime lab. I came here because Becka started complaining about remembering something and Sam took us here knowing you would come by sooner or later. It seems sooner was the correct one," Lindsey replied smirking. "Plus I wanted to give you my homework."
"OH ... take Becka to Mr. Grissom's off and leave your homework with her. I'll go over it when I get a chance and why don't you leave Alex in there also. He could use some good sleep. Then you can wait in the break room until I'm ready to leave."
"Same old drill," she smiled. "Except the Becka part," she walked off. Flynn entered the layout room and looked at the two.
"Look I didn't not put you on the case Mr. Sanders," she said looking at him. "The reason I didn't have you process the scene is because I want you to process the evidence coming in. The reason you aren't on the case Sara is because of your relationship with Grissom. That could completely compromise my case and I want this basterd behind bars." She turned to leave but came face to face with Conrad Ecklie. "Get out of my way."
"And why should I do that," he asked glaring at her. She pulled her badge and flashed it.
"Agent Flynn," she snapped. "Now move I need to speak with someone."
"That would be me. I'm Conrad Ecklie I was told you were looking for me," he was smirking at her look.
"Uh ... yeah," she put her badge away. "I need an office to use while I do this investigation. Do you have any free ones opened?"
"Yes in a matter of fact we do. Hasn't been used in awhile and the previous occupants stuff is still in there but it is usable," he moved out of the way. Sara and Greg glared at him. Moments later Grissom entered.
"Anyone seen Agent Flynn I need to speak with her," he had a small smile on his face and Sara stormed from the room.
"Yeah Ecklie just took her off to a free office she could use," Greg said.
"Which office?"
"Catherine's," Greg too left and Grissom quickly walked off.
She entered the office slowly. Ecklie stood leaning on the frame of the door watching as she walked slowly around the desk. He looked at her confused at her reaction as she slowly turned in a circle behind the desk with a sad expression. "Everything satisfactory for you," when he spoke he had an odd expression on his face. Grissom was standing not that far away watching cautiously.
"Fine," she lied sitting down. "Mind leaving so I could work in privacy." Ecklie left with the same odd look from when he spoke. Grissom though entered. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he carefully sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Typing up on the computer she fought back the urge to run from the room. "How can I help you Dr. Grissom?"
"It's Grissom and I wish to ask you a few questions," he said.
"Like what," she said looking at him straight in the eyes. Again he looked away from her and she winced. 'Why won't you look at me ... maybe because you left without a goodbye,' she looked down at the desk.
"Like why you rushed from the crime scene after hearing what the message on the answering machine was? Why you had to throw up? Why you wanted everyone to go away? And why you aren't like other FBI agents that talk to the press a lot?"
"Simple I hate the press but I put up with them. And I believe its food poisoning," she shrugged. "Didn't want to upset the scene and I didn't need people watching me throw up in the desert. Plus I needed to think."
"Think about what?"
"Stuff. Why do you care?"
"Because something inside me tells me you're hiding something," he gave her a questioning look. Before she could reply Agent Black entered and placed some folders on the desk.
"Her you go Cat," he said with a smile. "Oh and Becka is waiting outside for you. Would you like me to bring Alex in here also?"
"Yes when I'm done with Becka that would be nice," she smiled slightly. Black left and Becka entered.
"I remembered an odd smell. It spelt like ... like ... blood," she furrowed her brow. "I think. I don't know I never smelt blood before. But it came from his gloves. It was odd and it made me think of blood."
"Remember anything else."
"Blue. He kept saying something about blue ..." she furrowed her brow again. Then smiled. "He kept repeating 'Drowning in blue eyes.' Or something like that."
"Did he say anything else?" Grissom asked. She looked at Grissom studying him. As if seeing if he was trustworthy of her information.
"Yes," she said satisfied he was okay to trust. "He was rather scrawny. You know not really muscular. And he kept whispering a name when he wasn't talking about blue."
"Do you remember that name?" Flynn asked a little too eagerly. Grissom looked at her curiously.
"I'm not really sure if it was a name. Something like Willow," she frowned. "I'm not really sure. I'm tired." She yawned.
"Why don't you go find Lindsey and you can stay with her and sleep," Flynn said. This time Grissom looked at her surprised as the girl left. Before he could speak Black entered and placed a small boy on the couch and then sat down.
"So ... what do you think?" He asked. "I don't think it is him. I mean normally the victim has been missing for a month and then founded in a completely different state from which they were taken from. The whole reason we were in Nevada in the first place is because victim 14 was found not that far from Vegas and only a week ago. It's the beginning of the month. I think it's just a copycat. Trying to ..."
"It's him," she said. "This isn't a copycat but something is up. He has changed what he is doing. How he is behaving. This girl wasn't tortured," flipping through the files she grabbed one. "Victim seven was tortured more then anyone else. Why was that?"
"We haven't figured that one out yet and we most likely won't unless who did all this tells us," Black said shrugging.
"Because of her name," she said placing the file down. Grabbing a thicker file then all the others she pulled a sheet of paper out. "Each victim had two letters tattooed onto there lower back. All victims were females with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. All of them were in the late thirties early forties. All were tortured, raped, and then killed. Victim seven took it all worse then the others while victim 15 wasn't even kept for the entire month. Why is all this changing now? What is special about victim 7's name?"
"You seem to have it figured out you tell us," Black said yawning. "Have you talked to the two kids who found the body and the kid?"
"I've talked with Becka and no I haven't talked with Jeremy or Mary because there mother needs to be present. And I don't have it all figured out yet," she snapped. Her eyes traveled to Alex's sleeping form and a small smile crept onto her face. "He looks so much like his father."
"Who is this mysterious father," Black asked. She quickly stood and exited the room. Grissom looked at Black surprised. "She always does that when you start asking questions."
"Really," he too stood and left the room. When he found her she was in the layout room studying the pictures from the crime scene. "What is your first name?"
"Why," she didn't even look up at him.
"Because I am curious," he shrugged. "No one else is here to hear anything you tell me."
"My first name is Catherine," she looked up at him. "Victim seven's name was Catherine Willows."
"Wh ... what," he looked as if he was about to fall down.
"Her hair was died. Originally it was brown," she looked back down at the table. "She was also a secretary for a New York law firm," she heard him grab a chair and sit down. "She was single and had no children."
"What," he looked at her shocked. "Are you sure she had no children?"
"I'm positive," she shrugged. "At least none that were still alive. Her daughter was victim five, married and had a baby. Her son died when he was just a baby from heart problems."
"Okay."
"And no I'm not hiding anything ... important," she whispered the last part but he heard it. Before he could comment Lindsey entered the room and began looking at the pictures.
"She is different from the other victims."
"How so?" She asked. "What do you see that is different?"
"Mom ...this is Mrs. Andrea," Lindsey informed looking at her mother as if she was on drugs.
A/N: What do you think? Please reviews they make me happy even if there are giving me some helpful hints. Oh and if anything is spelt wrong that be my fault because it is early in the morning and I'm rather tired and not really paying attention to my spelling.