CHAPTER TWO

A/N: Okay, thanks to Rakel-101, Callieach and bobskull9 for the reviews, they're greatly appreciated! PS: You were exactly right bobskull9.

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"So Cadence, do you want to tell me what happened?" Brass asked after giving up on convincing Markus that he didn't know his daughter as well as he claimed.

"If I knew what happened, believe me, I'd tell you." Cadence answered calmly.

"Well see, the thing is, I think you do know what happened, which leads me to believe you're lying to me." Brass said. "So tell me what you do know."

"I'd prefer to do it… somewhere else." Her eyes darted to her parents and Brass got the idea.

"Okay." He nodded. "So you would like your parents to leave the room?"

"Yes." Cadence nodded.

"So you're not using your right to have a parent or attorney present during this interrogation?"

"I am." Cadence nodded.

"Cadence…" Her father started but Brass cut him off.

"I think she's made her wishes clear, if you'd please exit the room…" Grissom told them.

"Whatever." Markus knocked over the chair as he aggressively stood up and pulled his wife out of the room. "Go to hell Cadence. I was trying to help you… and now, you're telling us to leave? Well fuck you."

Sara, who had been watching from the other side of the glass shook her head in pity for the girl. She knew all too well what she was going through. She recognized the symptoms the minute she started watching them, and this just confirmed it. What was most interesting to her though, was the way that Grissom and this young girl interacted. The way she would intently look at him and him at her, for minutes at a time and she could tell they understood each other on a level that made her wonder what horrific experience Grissom had endured as a child or young adult. Turning her attention back to the interrogation room, she saw Brass sit back down to start his interrogation.

"Okay, so tell me everything you know." Brass instructed.

"They're not watching from behind some glass, are they?" Cadence inquired, much to Brass's surprise.

"No." He reassured the girl, who took a deep breath and continued.

"Everything I know. Alright, well I know my sisters and three of their friends were drunk and at a high school party last night. I was there trying to convince my friend Seth to leave before… well before you guys got there so he wouldn't get into trouble. Then I saw Mikala and her friend Lauren at the party and I left Seth to get them to leave. Lauren left with me, but Mikala just went inside. I took Lauren to my house where she fell asleep in my room, I just didn't want her to have to get into trouble with her parents… they were just goofing around. When I got back to the party, I couldn't find Mikala but I knew that Savannah, Katrina and Leah were in there somewhere too. I found Savannah making out with some guy and I grabbed her and she started arguing with me. That's when the cops showed up and I went to my car, seeing as they wouldn't be leaving with me and I sat in my car and waited. I knew that drunk people were leaving in their cars all around me, I wasn't stupid enough to drive out into the streets where all the other cars were driven by drunk drivers, I didn't have a death wish." Cadence summarized.

"So you weren't drinking at all?" Brass clarified.

"No." Cadence answered, looking up so her eyes met his. Brass felt uncomfortable under her gaze, which was funny, considering he was the detective leading the interrogation, and he was being made uncomfortable by a teenage suspect.

"You know you won't get in trouble for admitting to underage drinking when there are more important issues on the table here." Grissom told her.

"Why is it so hard to believe that I am a teenager who was not drinking at a party?" Cadence asked angrily.

"Alright." Brass shrugged, "Well why weren't you drinking then?"

"What do you mean?" Cadence narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well your friends were drinking, your peers were drinking, heck your younger sister's were out drinking, why weren't you?" Brass wondered.

"I have my reasons." Cadence shrugged.

"Like… you needed to have co-ordination when you ran your sisters over?" Brass smirked, trying to put some pressure on this calm girl.

"Why would I want to kill my sisters?" Cadence didn't even show a hint of nervousness at the question.

"Lots of reasons," Brass shrugged, "They were prettier than you, more popular than you, got more dates than you, were hanging out with your friends instead of you? That's just for starters."

"Trust me, if I hadn't felt the need to keep Seth out of trouble I would have been at home studying for the Chemistry final I'm supposed to be taking as we speak." Cadence reassured Brass. "I don't care about being pretty or popular or getting guys… why should I? It doesn't make any difference at this point in my life anyways, it's not like I'm looking for a husband or a life partner, the important thing in my life right now is studying and getting good grades so I can have a good, fun future."

"Wow." Brass smirked again, "You live by everything my parents tried to get me to when I was in High School, very impressive."

"Thanks." Cadence smirked back. "Any more questions?"

"I have one." Sara spoke quietly as she entered the room.

"And you are?" Cadence asked.

"This is Sara Sidle, CSI." Grissom answered for her. "What's your question Sara?" Grissom was almost positive he knew what Sara's question would be considering he'd wanted to ask the same thing himself, but hadn't found the right words to do so yet.

"How long has your father been abusing you?" Sara voiced Grissom's unspoken question in an untactful and simple way, and for once, the cool, calm and collected Cadence Wilson was at a loss for words, her eyes, glued to the floor.

--& Hours Earlier &--

Cadence waited until the whole street was empty before she pulled out of her parking spot and into the street. She drove slowly and cautiously in case a drunk driver pulled out anywhere around here; she didn't need to die the day before her Chemistry final that could determine the rest of her future, which Universities she got accepted into and how soon. She wanted out of this life as soon as possible. She used to be afraid of what would happen to Savannah and Mikala when she left but considering that they weren't home much anyways, and didn't seem to give a shit about their futures, she gave up trying to convince them that they needed to study, she gave up on protecting them long ago. That's when she heard it, the tires, squealing in front of her, she didn't realize how lost in thought she'd been as she swerved so she wouldn't hit the car in front of her. There'd been some sort of accident by the looks of it, go figure. How could there have not have been an accident with the level of alcohol consumption mixed with driving at that party? It would have been better and safer for everyone if the police hadn't crashed the party, that way, everyone wouldn't have rushed to their cars at once, and there wouldn't be as many, if any, accidents. She pulled over and got out of her car to see if she could help at all with whatever had happened. Walking up to a group of older looking people who seemed sober she asked them if they knew what was going on.

"There was a hit and run. Poor girls, don't look older than sixteen years old. Car certainly did a number on them though, they're trying to identify them now." That's when Cadence started to feel sick. It couldn't be… could it?

"How many?" She managed to choke out.

"Three, I think." The woman answered, causing Cadence to sigh in relief. There should have been at least four of them. "No wait- four." The woman stood on her tiptoes and re-evaluated.

"I've got to go see…" Cadence started.

"I think it's better if we don't get involved." The woman advised.

"You don't understand…" Cadence explained, "I think… I think it's my sisters, and their friends."

"Oh my." The woman covered her mouth with her hand. "Um… I really don't know what to say."

"That's alright." Cadence sighed as she headed over to a police officer. "Excuse me, my name is Cadence Wilson, and I think that the victims might be… they might be my sisters and their friends."

"Alright Miss. Wilson," The officer said, "You stay here and I'll go see what I can do alright?" Cadence merely nodded. She was a pro at handling stress and problems, but this was the biggest one she'd encountered yet, although some previous ones did come close. It was then she decided she couldn't be there anymore. She ran to her car and started the ignition, driving away quickly from the scene. She needed to be anywhere but there.

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A/N: Okay, so it's still probably very confusing and I apologize for that, but it'll become more clear as it continues… or well maybe it's not confusing at all I don't know haha maybe it really sucks, hmm, anyways just let me know what you think in a review, flames welcome.

Thanks for reading!