A/N: Sooo, 6 months later I have a chap up and another one to go with it. Thanks for waiting. These were not hard to write but my comp kept crashing, depression kick in, school life suck balls, and family problems happened. But the summer is here now and I'll see if I can get back into writing now that I have a comp of my own. A/N 2: I know I said Bobby D. would be in this but he hasn't made it in, I promise though to work him in, in ch. 15. Enjoy!


Nick and Catherine walked into the lounge, where Sara and Gil were talking about the latest statistics in Forensic science. "It is not 80%! That number makes no sense Gris! Now 62% makes much more sense."

"How the hell did you get 62%?"

"It just makes sense," she smiled lightly at him. Nick and Catherine exchanged looks that seemed to say, 'they're back to normal'.

"Hey," Nick said as he sat down next to Sara while Catherine took the seat next to Gil.

Catherine looked around the room to emphasize her point, and said, "Sooo, where is everyone?" At Gil and Sara's clueless looks, "We gotta get them watches that work."

"Sorry I'm late," Warrick strolled in and sat in the seat opposite of Gil. "Greg's right behind me."

At that exact moment, Greg walked in and stopped suddenly at his notice of Gil's presence. He gulped visibly and audibly and sat down. Everyone turned to see Gil's reaction, which was only raised eyebrow. "Alright, since we're all here now, lets get started."

He motioned for Warrick to present his little evidence, "Um ok, with the help of Kaylenn-"

The cup that Greg was currently trying to pour water into slipped and poured its contents on to the lab tech's lap, "Dammit!" He looked around at everybody, whom were all staring back at him. He offered an embarrassed grin, "Oops . . ."

He got up and went over to the sink to dry him self off with the towels. Warrick took a deep breath and shook his head, "Anyways, Kaylenn hinted that there might be hidden pockets within the victim, Caitlyn Rye's jacket. So I searched it, and found one that was hidden by cleverly put seams." He laid the pictures that he had taken down on the table for everyone to see.

"What I found first was a hair and then-"

Gil raised a finger, "Wait, you found something else?"

Everyone stared at Warrick; he shuffled his feet. "Yes, I did, but that's not what I was getting to. I found that the hair was treated with Methane." Gil exchanged looks with Warrick, "And after that big shock, I found another pocket with a baggie that smelled of Weed." He took out a plastic bag with the baggie inside and showed them it. "And that's it."

Gil nodded slowly and then glanced at Catherine, who in turn exchanged a look with Nick. Nick stood up and laid out photographs of their newest victims. "Ok, the vics are Rose Andrews and Jennifer Barkley. They both had their student I.D.'s witch showed them to be 16 going on 17, and they were both in Juniors at Las Vegas High." He sighed heavily, "Their parents have been notified."

Catherine nodded, "When we found them it looked like Murder Suicide," she handed a bag to Gil, "but that was before we found this."

Greg held up a finger, "It's 'Driven Under' by Seether, a pretty popular rock band."

Sara took the lyrics that were handed to her and asked, "Were they Lesbians?"

"No, both were bi," Nick shrugged, "their parents told us that, and that they had been dating for about month, before that just best friends coping with the fact that Jennifer had just broken up with a long time boyfriend."

"Did it end badly?"

"Nope, rather peacefully," Catherine's eye locked with Gil's, "but she was hurt by it."

"Alright, so the guy likes to listen to music and likes to create a real life example of that song," Gil's eye roamed around the faces of his shift.

"Or maybe he's rewriting, the way he thinks they should go." Nick smiled at Sara's idea and grasped her hand beneath the table. She looked at him and mouthed 'thanks'.

Catherine had been whispering to Warrick and was ready to voice their opinion about the Lyrical Killer. "What if he's actually taking out his anger toward someone who is embodied by these victims? Someone who hurt him and probably listens to these songs."

"I mean think of it, all of the victims have been young woman, and three of them have been 16, Caitlyn was 20, but we also think she was the first." Warrick took a moment for this to sink in. "His M.O. is killing young women who are 16, almost 17, while using this person's song, so that in his mind he's killing her."

Everyone stared at the two, until Greg spoke. "Well, there you go." He messed his hair up a bit more and then said, "Kaylenn fits that description."

"What description?" They all jumped when the before mentioned entered the lounge, obviously looking for something to eat.

Greg shrugged, still a little uneasy around her, something Gil was starting to notice. "You, 16 almost 17 . . . you know Seether's 'Driven Under'?"

"Kick song, bud." ] "You know all the songs so far, the only thing you don't have in common with them is your lack of-" He stopped and mumbled, "Never mind . . ."

Gil choked on his coffee as what Greg had almost said occurred to him, and glared at him. Kaylenn stared at her Uncle, "Because I don't have parents, you can say it."

There was an awkward silence until Sara and Nick glanced at each other. Sara arched an eyebrow and he nodded, "Nick and I have, um, some work to go through."

"Yeah, we'll interview the ex-boyfriend."

They both got up and left, Catherine noticed that their hands were clasped together. She noted that nobody had seemed to notice.

Warrick sighed, "Kaylenn, you wanna get something to eat before I take you home?"

Catherine, Greg, and Kaylenn all gawked at him, causing him to say quickly, "It's my turn to get food, and I thought I'd take you home while I'm doing it, save Gris the trouble." Gil mouthed a silent thank you and smiled at Kaylenn's nod. "Alright meet out by my Tahoe in 10." And with that he exited the room.

Kaylenn walked over to Gil and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "See-ya latrz Big-G!" Greg's eyes followed her as she sauntered to the door. "You need any help Kay?" She nodded at him and waited for him to join her at the door, which they went though.

Gil's eyebrow arched though when he saw Greg's hand rested on the small of his niece's back and then two fingers dip into her back pocket. Catherine's eyes met his and he asked, "Did you see that?"

"Yep," she sighed and sat a little straighter, "seems like love is going through the air in this lab and we're missing out."

"Oh the horror!" She laughed at his mocking tone, but he couldn't help thinking, 'You're wrong Cath, I've been playing the game far too long.'

"But the point is Cath 1) she's my baby niece and 2) he copped a feel, as you would say, and he didn't get slapped."

"I wouldn't care."

Gil's head flew to the side to look her dead on. "Are you saying you wouldn't break Greg's fingers if he tried to put his hand in your pocket?"

She raised herself out of the chair slowly, leaning into him, she whispered, "I didn't mean his hand Gil . . ." She leaned back, "I want to go out for our anniversary in a month." She started for the door, making sure he followed every movement. "We haven't done anything in the longest time."

Before she closed the door, she threw, "Pamper me," over her shoulder.


You look distorted
Lets make you clearer
Lets flip the switch and use the smoke and mirrors

'Crying Out' by Shinedown


A/N: All righty then, ch.14 is up and ready for viewing pleasure.