Hey hey heres the next chapter. Hope you like it.

She said no. She never says no. Thats why he called her, he knew she wouldn't say no, but she did. He hung up his phone and called Greg instead. Greg didn't say no. What could she be doing that would make her say no to a high profile triple homicide. He didn't have time to dwell on it, Brass was calling him.

"Hey Griss, take a look at this." Jim was crouching in one corner of the living room. The afternoon sun was creeping in through the shutters on the windows, leaving an eerie orange glow on all of the victims blood covered faces. Grissom walked over to where Brass was crouching.

"What have you got?"

"Bloody knife." Grissom cocked his head to one side as he looked atBrass's find,

"It looks about the same size as the wounds."

"Thats kinda creepy. Just leaving it here." Brass' words were supported by the look in his eyes. Mabey it was the light in the room, or mabey it was something else, something that they hadn't found yet, but the scene was disturbing. There was blood from one end of the room to the other, but every other room in the house was spotless.

"Hey Grissom." They heard the door creak open.

"Hey Greg, thanks for coming in, I want you start photographing the room ok."

"Sure." Greg was quiet as he knelt down and opened his kit, retreiving his camera. He took a quick survey of the room, there was blood spatter everywhere.
Cast off, passive transfer, arterial spray. Everywhere, everywhere except overthere. It looked like a small void where the wall met the carpet, he moved closer, it was a small peice of paper, torn from its original source.

"Hey Grissom" Greg called.

"What have you got?" Grissom walked towards him to get a better look.

"The only thing in the room with no blood on it." Grissoms eyes lit up as they met his.

"And what does that tell us?"

"That it was left there after the blood bath."

"I hate it when you do that." Claire looked at Sara as she spoke.

"Do what, say no to my boss." Sara said with a small laugh.

"No say stuff like that as if its nothing, as if it happens everyday, as if there isn't a nine year old boy asleep in my lap."

"I'm sorry I didn't think, and it does happen everyday. I...I'm sorry it's probably not the answer that you wanted." Sara sighed part of her wanted to know everything that was going on with Joey. The other part wanted to stay blissfully unaware. Not that it would change anything.

"How bad is he?" Claire looked down at the child in her lap.

"He's dying Sara, PCP's worse then ever, virus is getting to his brain, sometimes hes fine other times, hes not..." Her voice started to crack. Sara reached out and placed her hand on top of hers. Claire laced her fingers around Sara's for a moment before letting go and wiping tears away from her eyes.

There you go a little short I'm sorry.