"Why don't we go to the victim's house?" I suggested. "Maybe we can find something in her bedroom?"
"Good idea." Jones nodded and started the car.
Once we got there, Mr. Berrie opened the door and let us in. he then led us to his daughter's room.
"Sheesh…what a mess…" Jones said as soon as we were alone.
"Are you really that surprised?" I questioned, putting on gloves.
"I guess I shouldn't be." Jones replied.
"Well, start do that side of the room." I said, pointing in the direction the closet is in. "And I'll do the other half."
"Okay." Jones nodded and got his gloves on.
After about 20 minutes of searching my side, I decided to start looking inside the desk she had in her room, hoping something would be there. Meanwhile, Jones had found a picture torn up in a trash can.
"Hey, Lexi." Jones called.
"Yeah?" I asked, not looking up from the drawer I had opened.
"I found a picture I know you can put back together within 3 minutes."
"Get it in a evidence bag and I'll look at it in a few minutes." I replied.
"Will do." Jones nodded. "Finding anything in there?"
"Not yet…wait…" I trailed off as I pulled out a notebook at the bottom of the drawer. "What's this?" I questioned more to myself.
"Looks like a notebook." Jones winked, coming up next to me.
"Nooo. Really? I couldn't tell." I said in a sarcastic voice and rolled my eyes at him.
"I didn't ask for sarcasm." Jones chuckled.
"I didn't ask to take care of that picture later." I replied and opened the notebook up.
"Whoa…" Jones said, eyes widening. "Those are some messed up pictures."
The drawings alone looked like to could be taken as a suicide note with stick figures dying in practically every way imaginable.
"God…this is awful." I frowned as I turned the pages.
"And yet the sister probably had no idea this was how she really felt." Jones folded his arms, feeling a bit angry.
"Well, if this isn't a suicide note than I don't know what is." I shook my head and closed the notebook, feeling I had seen enough depressing drawings for the day.
"I'll…grab the evidence bag for it." Jones said, feeling sad himself.
"Thanks." I said, walking with him.
After placing the notebook in a bag, I decided to look at the torn up drawing and hoped it would be better than that.
Took a few minutes, but I pieced the drawing back together.
"Thank you, God." I sighed in relief when I finished.
"What?" Jones questioned, kneeling down beside me, whom was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed.
"It's just a fashion drawing." I replied, showing him.
"That's really good!" Jones said, looking at it. "Wonder why she would tear it up? Other than those horrible drawings but…you would think something like this would make her happy."
"Unless she didn't tear it up herself." I replied. "Let's get both things to Alex and get fingerprints off of the drawing."
"Good idea." He nodded.
After searching the room some more, we didn't find anything that could be important so we decided to leave.
We said goodbye to the parents and headed out the door back to our car once we got everything together.
However, we did have to avoid the questions of what we had found since we couldn't and really didn't want to tell the parents of the discoveries we found.
A little while later, we had arrived back at the station when Ramirez came up to us within minutes of walking through the bullpen.
"Hey, Ramirez." I greeted.
"Hey, Lexi." Ramirez greeted back. "A student that was friends with the victim came by and dropped a cookie off for you as a thank you for looking for her killer."
"Aww." I smiled. "That's sweet…literally. Thanks for letting me know."
"You're welcome." He nodded and grinned. "Come on, I placed it on your desk."
Jones and I followed Ramirez to our desks and I immediately grabbed it before Jones could try to take it. It was a fairly small cookie so I was able to eat it within two bites.
"Really?" Jones said, almost sadly and shocked I wasn't sharing with him.
"What?" I questioned, innocently.
"You're not going to share with your best friend and partner?" Jones asks.
"Nah." I shrug. "Get your own cookie, you dork."
"To be fair, the cookie was meant for her." Ramirez piped in.
"Don't you have a case to work on yourself?" Jones questioned him.
"Maybe…" Ramirez began to walk away.
"Hey, wait." I said, stopping him. "Can you take this notebook and drawing down to Alex and get prints on the picture?"
"Sure." Ramirez nodded, taking both evidence bags. "What's in the notebook?"
Jones and I glanced at each other.
"Trust us…you really don't want to know." I replied.
"Oh…" Ramirez said, feeling uncomfortable. "I'll see you later."
"It was meant for me." I added after Ramirez left.
"Some partner you are." Jones pouted.
"Look, if you want a cookie so bad than how about this, once the case gets solved, we'll go out to a cookie store and it'll be my treat." I suggested.
"Fine by me." Jones looked like he was about to start drooling.
"Okay, don't turn into a Bloodhound on me and start drooling." I chuckled.
Author's Note: I'm gonna try and update "Never Would I Ever" tonight too. And to the Anon, in a way, yes it can be related to the canon universe. Nothing much is going to be changed.