Chandler was sitting in his office when the call came through. Murder. He knows he should be happy about it, but they've had nothing to do for weeks now. As soon as he told the rest of the team, everyone sprung into action.

It wasn't the worst murder they had seen, but it was still pretty bad. A woman was found in her house with her throat slashed. Her perfect white sofa was stained with blood, as were her clothes. Llewellyn was already there when they arrived, examining the blood whilst the photographers were taking pictures of the body and the room.

"Afternoon, Gentlemen." She greeted when they approached. Chandler always wondered how she could look so calm at times like these. "Well, the cause of death looks quite apparent at the moment. She has deep slashes on her throat, the tissue severed almost down to the vertebrae. She most likely bled to death. That's all the information I can give you right now."

"That's fine. Thanks." They turned to walk away when Riley approached them.

"Sir... There's a child upstairs."

-WC-

Riley led them upstairs. "I found her in her bedroom, crying. She must have seen the body, then came up here, not knowing what to do." Thinking about the little girl walking downstairs and seeing her mother covered in blood made Riley feel sick. She thought about her children, but quickly shook that thought from her head. She didn't want to think about that at a time like this.

The girl was still sitting on the floor, cuddling in Kent's side as rocked her gently. She sat up a bit when they walked into the room.

"Natasha, this is Joe, and this is Ray. They're here to help." Riley watched as Chandler took a seat next to where Kent was sitting and started talking to the girl.

"Hello." He began with a comforting smile, "I'm Joe. What's your name?"

"Natasha," The girl replied through quiet sobs.

"Has anyone told you that you have a beautiful name?" Natasha giggled at that comment, making everyone else in the room smile too. "Now, we'll need to talk to you a bit more about what you saw. Are you okay with coming with us?"

The girl look hesitant, and she hugged Kent tighter, showing her fear. "I promise that, when we get there, we'll get you some nice food, a drink and then you can cuddle Emerson all you like." Chandler continued. Riley was suprised at how good Chandler was with kids. She didn't think he was the type. But, it worked. Natasha nodded in agreement and Kent took her to the car.

"Jealous of a 5 year old, are we?" Miles joked.

Chandler just looked at him with an amused expression. "Let's just go, shall we?"

-WC-

Mansell could honestly say that he was suprised that, when everyone returned to the station, Kent was carrying a child. He had plenty of jokes prepared, but when he found out why the child was there, he decided to keep them to himself.

It didn't take long to be filled in with all of the current facts. Woman dead, daughter orphaned, have to find the murderer, and so on. He and Timmy were asked to find out if the victim had any close friends or family that needed to be told, and if so, tell them. He was glad that Timmy was helping him out. He was a great guy and he got along with everyone. He seemed to act different around different people, as is he was trying to make everyone happy ad to fit in. Usually, people like that annoyed Mansell, but it didn't bother him, because... Well, it was Timmy. What's not to love?

It took a long time, but they found out that she wasn't really the type for socialising. She had no friends (well, she has one or two, but they were more people she knew than friends). Also, the only family she had was her daughter and her husband.

Wait. Husband? No one had mentioned a husband before.

"Boss!" Maybe this is the lead they needed to catch the killer. Chandler walked over. "Anything known about a husband?"

"No. We found nothing to suggest that she had any partner at all."

"Well, then. You might want to take a look at this."

-WC-

It came around the time to talk to Natasha. She was still with Kent. She hadn't seemed to have let him go since they arrived, but Kent looked okay with it. She was smiling and giggling. Between him and Kent, they would make great parents.

Chandler panicked then. Where did that thought come from? He decided to ignore it. What mattered is talking to Natasha and finding out what happened.

"Hello Natasha. What are you talking about?"

She giggled again. "Em says you snore."

"No I don't."

"Okay, Joe."

Chandler tried to look angry, but he couldn't with Natasha looking so cute. Imagine waking up to her cute little face, smiling away, hearing her laugh. Imagine having a daughter so adorable-Stop it, Joe.

"Natasha, can we talk to you for a minute." She looked at him for a couple of seconds, then nodded. "Great. Now, do you understand what's happened to your mammy?" She shook her head. "Do you understand what's going happen?" She shook her head again.

Kent look at Chandler and gave him a reassuring smile, giving him the courage to explain. "Well... Your mother's been hurt. Very badly. And we can't make it better." He took a deep breath. "She's... She's not coming back."

Natasha's lip started to shake, then she started crying. Kent held her closer, rocking her again. Chandler's stomach was in knots and he didn't know how to continue.

"Someone's going to have to look after you. We don't know who yet, so you'll have to stay here with Emerson for the rest of the day." She started wiping her eyes as she nodded.

"Natasha... Where's your dad?"

"I don't know." She sobbed. So he didn't upset her further, he didn't press on.

"Was there anyone else living with you?" She nodded. "Who?"

"Sam."

"Sam?"

"The Toy Man."

Kent and Chandler looked at each other quickly. "Thank you, Natasha." And with that, Chandler left. They had a new suspect.

-WC-

Later on that evening, Miles knocked on Chandler's door. He needed to ask him something. The question has been eating him up inside. He decided to take the opportunity to get it off his chest.

"Come in." Miles gently opened the door and walked in. Chandler looked up from the file he was reading. "Can I help you?"

"I, er, wanted to ask you about Timothy."

Chandler raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Yes?"

"What do you think of him?"

"Well, he's a good worker. Tidy, eager. He gets along with everyone perfectly. He's practically perfect."

Miles nodded his head slowly. Chandler sighed.

"What wrong with him?"

"I don't know, he just seems... I don't know. There's something about him that makes me not trust him, but I don't know what it is."

"Miles, you shouldn't be so quick to judge people."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I rememer you had a very bad opinion when I first joined the team, and look how wrong you were."

"I wasn't wrong, it's just that I learnt that it wasn't all that bad. You're still the pencil-pushing, paper policeman I thought you were, I just don't care about it anymore."

"Is that really how you see me? After all this time, you still think of me as a stuck-up snob?!"

"Honestly, yes!" The room fell silent.

"Listen. I don't care what you think about me. All I care about is solving this case. Timothy is a good person in my view, so you can hate him all you want, but just deal with it. Because he's here to stay. Goodbye Miles."

Miles stormed out of the office.

-WC-

Chandler was still angry at Miles. He wasn't too surprised that he thought that way about him, but it still hurt. But then, at that moment, came the-

Knock, knock, knock.

Kent came into the office with Natasha, a worried look on his face. Chandler noticed immediately and walked over to them.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kent looked at the child. "Natasha, tell Joe what you told me."

Natasha smiled at Chandler, then said, "I just saw Sam!"

Chandler looked bak at Emerson, then at Natasha again.

"Sam?"

"The Toy Man!"