Thanks to everyone who reviewed. As usual, please R+R!

After this chapter I'm not going to update for a few days as I need some time to plan my next attack, as I'm a little hazy on the details as to what happens next. I'm also going to be writing another little humour fic, which has been nagging me since I heard someone say something very interesting about Hummers...

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"Lily, dear? There's someone here to see you," Lily had only been staying with Aunty Annie for just over a day, but she had had two visitors. One had been a very nosy social worker who asked her a lot of questions, nearly as many as they had at the police station, and the other had been Alexx, who said she had just come off shift. That had been nice.

"Lily, come- Hello, Lieutenant Caine, please come in!"

So it was Mr Caine. Maybe they'd found her Mommy! No, they couldn't have found her yet.

Mr Caine came in, followed by Aunty Annie. Kevin was sitting watching TV at the other end of the room. Aunty Annie had made him take off the earring because they were expecting guests. Lily didn't know who the guests were yet.

"Lily, how are you?" asked Mr Caine.

"Fine," Aunty Annie turned the volume down on the TV. Kevin turned round and scowled, but it turned into a grin of delight when he saw Mr Caine's gun.

"Cool! Is that real?"

"Yes, which is why you shouldn't touch it," Mr Caine carefully moved his gun out of Kevin's reach and turned back to Lily.

"Calleigh was looking at your house a while ago, and she found out some interesting stuff," Lily sat up. Maybe they had found her!

As if he had read her mind, Mr Caine shook his head. "No, we haven't found your mom yet. But we're almost certain she's alive,"

Hope exploded like a firework in Lily's chest. Her Mommy was still alive! If she was alive, Mr Caine could find her!

"No, Kevin, it's rude to stare," Aunty Annie's voice bought Lily back down to reality. Kevin was still fixed on Mr Caine's gun.

"I've got to get back to the lab," Mr Caine got up to leave.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for tea? Or coffee?" But Mr Caine was already halfway out the door.

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When Calleigh got into work that morning she found Eric still hunched over the table he'd been at last night. Instead of a pile of shredded paper in front of him though, there were several bloodstained photographs.

"Have you been here all night?" Eric jumped. He hadn't heard her come in.

"I can see how Speed gets addicted to these things," He grinned weakly at her, and turned back to his work. He had been concentrating so hard on piecing together fragments he hadn't really looked at the pictures as photos. There were a few of a younger Christine Hamlyn, and one of…

"I thought Lily didn't have any male relatives," murmured Calleigh. She was standing right behind him now.

"She doesn't. Speed checked," Calleigh reached around Eric to touch the last photo. It had a baby Lily being held By Christine, and in the background was a large man with a shaved head and tattoos on his arms.

"Is that who I think it is?"

"If it's not the guy Lily described, it's his identical twin," replied Eric, still staring at the photo.

"Horatio will want to know about this," Calleigh stepped away from the table, and Eric could breathe again. "Has he been in this morning?"

"Only for a few minutes. I think he went to Ann Gardner's place to see Lily,"

Calleigh got her phone out rang his number. "Hey, Horatio, it's me…"

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A tiny baby with a dusting of honey-blonde hair and brown eyes, being held by her beaming mother. Behind them, smiling as well, a tall heavy-set man with several swirly tattoos on his upper arms shown off by a sleeveless shirt and a shaved head had his arm around the young woman. They were in a small but wonderfully planted garden, with a bright green lawn and shaded by two apple trees. There was a tall fence behind them, also painted green. One of the woman's strappy sandals was silver, but the other was a rusty brown- that corner of the photograph had been stained with blood.

"That's our guy," Horatio was staring thoughtfully at the photo. "But what's he doing here?"

"We don't know yet. There's no date or anything on the back, but this photo is probably about seven years old,"

"Wait… What's that?" Calleigh pointed at different photo, one with Christine cooking. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and poking out from under one strap was a tattoo. It was tiny, with black lines picking out an intricate design.

"It looks familiar," said Eric.

"Where from?"

"Not this lady, obviously, but I've definitely seen someone with one of those before,"

"Good. Eric, check our records for anyone with this design. Calleigh, come with me. We've got another case to work on,"

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Kevin's friends had come round for dinner.

Aunty Annie had cooked a big pan of lasagne, and had gone to eat hers in the living room so Kevin could 'introduce Lily to his friends'. Kevin was doing this, and enjoying every second of it.

"This is Lily. She's here 'cos someone shot her mom and no-one else wanted her,"

"Cool!" said the boy sitting on Kevin's left, cheese sauce all down his shirt. "Did you see it? Was there blood everywhere?"

"Are you kidding?" Kevin laughed, smirking at Lily. "All over the walls and splashing and everything! Haven't you seen people get shot on TV?"

"Is your mom dead then?" asked another of the boys eagerly.

"No," Lily replied, glaring at him. "She's alive. Mr Caine told me so,"

"Oh, he was probably just trying to make you feel better," Kevin patted Lily's shoulder in a mock-friendly gesture. "She's dead. That guy you said kidnapped her just dumped the body,"

Lily couldn't take it anymore. She ran out, through the living room and into the bathroom, wiping tears from her eyes. Through the door she could hear Aunty Annie asking the boys what was wrong with Lily.

"Nothing, Mom. We were just messing around,"

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Gun, bike, rose, bike, skull, skull, gun, skull…

One bad tattoo after the other flashed past the screen, with the occasional interesting custom design a brief reprieve from the boredom. Eric had the mouse in one hand and a computer-enhanced image of Christine's tattoo in the other, and was searching for a match. He knew the chance was slim to none of him finding one, and would have stopped long ago if he didn't have the feeling he had seen this before.

There. Same design, down to the last inkblot. Now who did it belong to…?

Eric stared. H was not going to believe this.