A/N: So yeah, I'm not dead and still writing. Here is the next installment and the next 2 chaps are gonna be pretty long. Thanks to all my fans for sticking with me. On with the story!


"Oh, Christ," both Warrick and Sara breathed upon the entrance to one of the many Storage units. The girl's face was towards them, or, actually what was left of it, having been blown off by the sawed-off shot-gun lying in her hand.

"Doesn't particularly look like a suicide, does it?"

Warrick looked over at his companion and nodded, "Not really but then again shot-guns do a great deal of damage . . ." he frowned. "He wasn't kidding when the line said, 'She's all but blown away'."

"No, unfortunately, he wasn't."

Detective O'Reilly came up to them and winced, "Martina Long, age 16, obviously a good friend of the other victim considering the 4 text messages on Miss Long's phone, found in her purse, from her."

"What'd they say?" Sara moved her eyes from purse, which was left untouched except for the phone that was in O'Rielly's hand.

"Hold a sec." He pressed a few buttons then, "Tina, great party . . . Thanks for the booze . . . Mom's late, call me . . . Bored, please call."

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Nick looked up to see Greg knocking on his Tahoe's window, he then proceeded to open the door. "Whoa, what do you think you're doing?"

Greg raised an eyebrow, "War didn't call you?" At Nick's shake of the head, he said, "He called Gris to see if I could take his place while you did the interview with the friend, Grissom said that he would call you."

"Evidently, he forgot about it."

Greg shrugged, "Guess so, anyways I was bored and someone seems to have stolen my stash of magazines."

Nick hid his smile as he turned the ignition; he knew who had stolen Greg's stash. He had seen Kaylenn the week before with one of his magazines; she had told him to keep it a secret.

The ride to the house was uneventful and Greg was more than happy to finally open the door and get out. He took some calming breaths as Nick hopped out of the Tahoe, "You ready Greggo?" At Greg's nod, they headed up the drive.

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Singing along with the song, she caught the ball. Up, down. Throw, catch.

She sighed and looked to the clock, throwing the ball and mitt into her back-pack as she walked over to the teacher. "Mr. Shedd?"

"Hmm?" he did not look up.

"Can I go to the restroom?"

"I don't know, can you?" he still did not look up.

"May I go to the little girl's room?" He raised his eyes, which were sparkling with laughter. A grin spread over her face as she grabbed the pass and practically skipped out of the cafeteria.

Kaylenn walked through the doors to restroom and spotted Phoebe standing in the corner. "Hey girl, Alex here?" Her eyes swiveled to the closed stall next to the blond.

With a snort, Phoebe said, "Yeah, like I would have sex in a school bathroom, least of all these. You wanna do crap like that, you go to the M-Building." She smiled at Kaylenn.

"You're a slut!" Kaylenn said in a sing-song voice as she closed the stall door behind her.

"Damn straight." Phoebe studied her nails and asked, as she heard the toilet flush, "Speaking of being a slut how is the very sexy Mr. Shedd?"

Emerging from the stall, the redhead blushed to the color of her hair. "He is cute and trust me, without him I would never have even survived my dose of study-hell."

"Well, he is the hottest teach in the school."

Kaylenn nodded as she nervously washed her hands. "So, you are going to his haunted house on Halloween?"

"Hell yes, we've been doing it since we were fish, it's hella-badass." Phoebe winked. "He always wears the most awesome, and sexy, costumes."

"You're so bad, Pheebs!"

"Yes, but you were thinking it too."

Kaylenn shook her head, "Ok, see-ya after school!"

The blond waved her hand, "We still on for Alex's tournament, right?"

"As always!"

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"Holly, do you know where Malyssa and Martina were last night before 9 o'clock?"

The tear-stained face of Holly Camp met Nick's eye, "We had gone to a party with a couple of friends, Eric, Leslie and Danny."

"Their last names?"

"Bryer, Marxz, and Bayfield."

"Anything happen at the party?"

"No, nothing that didn't usually happen at the parties we went to."

"Drinking, any drugs?"

Holly's eyes darted toward the walkway to that led to the kitchen where her parents were, seeing this, Greg jumped up and walked into the kitchen. The teen visibly relaxed as sounds of a conversation filtered into the room and nodded. "What exactly?"

"Someone had brought some pot and some ecstasy, and I'm pretty sure some harder drugs, then just some beer."

Nick leaned forward, "Was Malyssa seeing anyone?"

"She messed around with a few boys, but no, she wasn't."

"Did you know she was pregnant?"

"What!" She bit her lip and choked back a sob, "Danny, she and he had slept together a few months back, but they ended it."

Holly's parents came into the room as the teen broke down, leaving Nick and Greg to watch them console their daughter. Eyeing the family, Nick said, "I'm so sorry for your loss, we'll be leaving now."

Once outside, Greg turned to Nick and asked, "Is it always like that?"

"Pretty much, c'mon, we gotta talk to that Danny boy."

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Gil walked into the locker room just as Greg pulled on a t-shirt, "What happed at the interviews?"

"We talked to all of the friends that had gone to the party with Malyssa and Martina but they all had the same story: both left at 8:30 and nobody heard from them afterwards."

"Nick said something about the boyfriend."

"Oh yeah," Greg sat down on the bench and started to pull on his boots, "Danny Bayfield, standard jock, dated Malyssa a few months back. There wasn't any doubt, between all of the friends and him, who the father of her baby was." He stood up and went to stand beside Grissom, "But I sent his blood to DNA, I'll process it tonight."

Nodding the older man said, "Good, it can wait, go get some sleep."

Greg nodded as he walked out of the room, leaving Gil standing there.

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"So, what exactly is gonna happen this weekend?"

"You still want the sleep-over, right?" At her nod, he continued, "Okay, on Friday, I'm going to go to Warrick's party, then Saturday night, your party."

"So, you're ditching me for Warrick on my birthday?"

Gil cocked an eyebrow at Kaylenn, "We've already had this discussion."

"Yeah I know, but I like bugging you about it." The redhead smiled from the vantage point on the living-room floor.

Gil watched her as she juggled homework, a movie and her massive dogs, each somehow getting equal attention. She surprised him sometimes. "By the way, Kaylenn, as an appeasement for not being able to spend time with you on your actual birthday, I wanna give you something." He got up and walked towards the bathroom, "Follow me."

Curious, Kaylenn grabbed the remote and paused her movie, then said, "Oh damn, great pause!" Peeling her eyes from the tantalizing still frame, she pushed herself off the floor, careful not hurt her dogs. She followed her uncle into the bathroom, up the stairs and into the game room, where he was standing next to something covered by a cloth. "What is it?"

"I wanted to wait till your actual birthday but it came early and I can't exactly hide these." He lifted the cloth and revealed two moderately small boas.

Kaylenn stared at them and then practically threw herself into Gil's arms, "Holy crap, I love you! Oh my god, that is so the best thing ever!" Laughing, they pulled apart and she declared, "I'll name them Fred and George!" Her face went blank, "What are they?"

Smirking, he answered, "Girls."

"Winifred and Georgia."

He laughed and said, "You'll still get something later, but I figured this would do."

"Do? Are you kidding me, I died and went to heaven." She hugged again and said, "Great, now I gotta call everyone I've ever known to tell them. Leave it to you to give a gift that everybody needs to know about."

"Okay, I'm gonna get ready for work."

Kaylenn watched him disappear behind the banister, then glanced at the snakes as grabbed the portable phone and dialed. She had just collapsed onto the floor, where she had been earlier, when Zoë picked up the line. "Hey girl, I got something to tell you."

"What?"

Looking at the screen, which still had a scene from Die Hard III on it, Kaylenn sighed, "Damn, now I wish I had gotten the machine."

The girl snorted into the phone, "Why? What are you doing?"

"Oh, watching a movie, and I had to pause it on a delicious looking Jeremy Irons."

"Oh, really? Well, if you hurry and tell me what you called for, you can get back to him."

"Good point."

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Why does it feel like this world is just not for us,

Why does it feel like this world is they got for us,

Why does it feel like no one is watching us!

'The Last Song' by Theory for a Deadman

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A/N: Let me know what you think and on to the next chapter!