There was the usual confusion that came from any crime scene, but Jim Brass was well used to that. He was also used to celebrities being involved in said crime scenes. What he wasn't used to was the fact that this celebrity was a well known demon hunter and the crime was a badly injured baby.

According to the cops who had broken down the door, the mother was claiming that the hunter had a gun and had threatened her and hurt the baby. She had called the cops when he had threatened her.

Something wasn't right about this picture, and it wasn't just the fact that the hunter hadn't moved since the uniforms had busted down the door. His entire focus was on the baby and the EMTs taking care of it. Brass wondered where the other hunters were. The Winchesters were a seriously close family and from what he had read on the news, they were rarely apart from one another. In fact, the only exception that he knew about was the fact that the youngest attended Stanford University in California.

Brass watched as the EMTs carefully transferred the baby who was wearing just a t-shirt and a diaper onto a backboard they had slid under the hunter's arms. Brass was a father and the look on this kid's face was something that he had seen before, and it wasn't on the face of a child abuser. It had been on his own the first time he'd seen someone deliberately injure a child.

He turned back to Sergeant Brice who was working with him tonight. "Place them both under arrest. Until the CSI's sort out who was where we can't tell who's responsible here." It wasn't as if he couldn't guess though. The woman wanted revenge on Winchester for something he did and the baby was the one paying for it.

Brice placed the woman in the custody of a female officer, not even blinking at the woman's sobs and pleading to let her go, that Winchester was the bad guy not her. Brass followed Brice as he took Winchester into custody and down to the street. Winchester gave no resistance other than to refuse to move until the gurney holding the baby went first. He still hadn't taken his eyes off the baby. Brass wondered whether they were going to have trouble when the ambulance took off.

Down at street level Brass took a moment to brief Grisom and his team. "Woman calls and says there is a man holding a gun and threatening her. Uniforms show up, break down the door because they hear her and a baby screaming, only to find him," Brass gestured at Winchester, "Flat on the floor in the living room holding the baby in his arms like this." Brass showed them what he'd seen. "I also watched Brice frisk him. No gun."

Grisom nodded. "Nick, check the rest of the apartment. See if you can find any sign of a struggle or anything else suspicious. Sarah, Greg, you two process the living room." Grisom was interrupted by a cry of "Dean!"

Grisom and Brass turned to watch a very tall and lanky young man race towards Winchester. It was the younger brother. Having his little brother show up seemed to bring Winchester out of his state of shock. "I'm fine Sammy. Go with the baby, make sure the kid's ok."

"I'll follow in the car. We can't leave it here." Considering the arsenal that Brass had seen on tv that the trunk of that car held, he was grateful that these kids realized that they shouldn't be leaving armories like that lying around.

"GRIS! I NEED THE EMTS!" That was Nick screaming out from the apartment window. One of the paramedics grabbed the equipment from the gurney and raced back up stairs to the apartment.

Nick was the most laid back and easy going of all the CSIs. Brass didn't want to know what was so bad that he had to scream that out the window. Everyone waited just as they were until the paramedic came down the steps holding yet another baby. This time the baby was wrapped in a blanket.

"Sammy," Winchester's voice cracked.

"Don't worry Dean. It's going to be alright. I'll look after them." With that, Sam Winchester ran back to his car and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

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In the interrogation room Dean Winchester was once more going over his story. "No, I wasn't armed except for my protective amulets, a baggie full of rock salt and my knowledge of how to fight."

"Where are your guns, Mr. Winchester?" Catherine Willows was a gentle voiced, but very stubborn CSI. When she got her teeth into something it took a lot to get her to let go. She knew he carried multiple guns, she'd seen it when the Riots had taken place. There was also the article one reporter had written about how the man was a walking arsenal who even slept with a large hunting knife under his pillow. Considering his line of work, that made sense. What didn't make sense was him ditching any of his weapons for a bit of bling bling.

"They're locked up in the trunk of my car. My brother has the car and he took it to the hospital to make sure that those kids are ok." Dean was tired of the questions. He didn't know what was going on. "Listen ma'am. All I know is that I was invited up to her apartment to have a roll in the sack and the next thing I know she's throwing a baby at me. I think I remember her screaming something about the baby, but I was so fixated on catching the kid I can't remember what she was yelling."

"Why weren't you armed? From what I understand that is a very big deviation from what you normally do."

Dean sighed, frustrated. "Look, I wasn't looking for a job, ok? I knew something wasn't going to go down well, but I was hoping it would be a jealous boyfriend or something. Sam didn't say anything about a baby." He hoped by being up front with the lady she would do the same for him. "Sam said that something was going to go wrong but if I had any of my weapons I'd be the one in trouble not the person responsible for the trouble. I had to be in Vegas. I couldn't just avoid the city because someone innocent was depending on me to be here. He wouldn't tell me anything more."

"So you just gave up your weapons." Catherine didn't believe him. Even if his brother had asked him too, it didn't make any sense, especially with the reports of his apparent paranoia circulating the among the rumor mongers.

Dean just looked at her, the calmest he'd been since he'd been hauled in on suspicion of child abuse. "You're right. With a lame ass excuse like that, I wouldn't have given up my weapons if it had been anyone else. I trust Sam."