Treville sighed as he pulled up to a small apartment complex, trying to figure out how he was going to handle this crime scene. This wasn't like most his cases where the children involved where older than at lest six or seven. No, this case had to involve a four-year-old child who witnessed his parents' murder. He stopped his car and got out, taking a deep breath before going under the tape and took in the surroundings. Almost everyone in the complex where outside, children hiding behind their mothers and dogs barking, while fathers just stood there shaking their heads in sadness. It seemed this family was well known in the complex and very well liked.

"Chief Treville, thank you for coming on your day off," an office said, holding his hand out.

"It was no problem. Porthos got home just as you called so he was able to watch Aramis and Athos for me."

"Tell the kids I'll make it up to them."

"So do we know what happened?" Treville walked with the officer as they climbed the steps to the building.

"Not really. The boy isn't really talking to us, which is why we called you. You have a unique way of getting children to talk to you."

"Did he see it happen?"

"According to 911 dispatch he did but he didn't give them information either. 911 asked what happened, and all he said was my mom and dad were shot. When asked if he saw it happened he just kept saying they were shot and there's so much blood."

Treville nodded and walked up the two flights of stairs until he saw an open apartment door and walked in. There was the CSI team taking pictures and talking with officers about what happened and pointing to two bodies covered laying on the ground covered with white sheets.

"Chief Treville, thank you for coming," a woman said.

"It was no problem. Where is the boy?"

"We took him to his room. When police arrived at the scene, they said the suspect was gone and the boy was just standing over his parents, staring at them and not making a sound. Neighbors said his name is Charles d'Artagnan and his parents are Alexander d'Artagnan and Brigitte d'Artagnan."

Treville nodded his thanks and took in the apartment. He could tell the family didn't have much but just enough to get by and be happy. Pictures of the happy family hung on the wall as well as a picture of the child in a graduation gown holding a paper diploma. The couch was a little run down with a beanbag chair next to it. One lamp sat on a small corner table, the only light source in the family room it seemed. The TV was a small one, sitting on a table with very little DVDs', mostly children's DVDs'. The dining room was small as was the kitchen but he knew this was just perfect for a small family. He reached a closed door with a child's hand written sign on the door that read "KEEP OUT" and just laughed when the officer shrugged his shoulders.

"Not the first time a kid kicked me out of his room," the officer said.

"I'll take it from here." Treville waited until the officer left before knocking on the door. "Charles. This is Chief Officer Treville. May I please come in and talk to you?" Nothing. "Charles? Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine."

Treville gave a sad smile when he heard sadness in the boys voice and heard him sniffle. "As I tell my three adoptive sons, there are two definitions of fine and I can tell which definition you fall in." Nothing. "You know, my middle child says I'm a very good listener while my oldest just tells me to mind my own business."

"What about the other one?"

Treville smiled, knowing he was making progress. "My youngest tells me he's fine all the time but when he's very sad he doesn't leave my side and a few minutes later he tells me what's bothering him." When he got done, he heard a small click and the door opened a little but that was it. Taking it as an invitation he opened the door all the way and smiled a little at the small boy curled up on his bed, staring at him. The boy was on the thin side and his hair was longer than a normal four year olds but other than that, the parents took great care of their child. The room was small with a batmobile bed against the wall with a small nightstand with a batman lamp. There was a batman rug and a desk that was covered in drawings.

"Wow. You must really like batman."

"Batman is awesome."

Treville laughed and walked over to the bed, taking a seat and knew it was now time to get to business. "So Charles, I was told that you at saw something very scary today." A nod. "Would you like to tell me what happened? It might be able to help us find out who did this."

"My dad said I should always tell the truth, especially to a cop."

"He's right. We are here to help and we can't help unless we're told the truth."

"I won't get in trouble?"

"Why would you get in trouble?"

"Because I didn't save my mom and dad. They're dead and I didn't do anything."

Treville pulled the boy into a hug, letting him cry. He knew this was the started of the healing process. When he felt Charles calmed down, he lifted his chin and smiled. "Charles, you are actually very brave."

"Brave?"

"Brave. You did the right thing by calling for help. I'm sorry your mom and dad are dead, but rest assure you are not to blame. The person who did this to them is going to be in trouble when I find them." That got a smile.

"I was in here drawing when there was a loud bang on the door. I walked over to my door and looked out as dad opened the door. It was mans voice yelling something and then mom suddenly got up from the table and stood behind dad. Then they all started yelling back and fourth I couldn't keep up and then…then a loud bang and another loud bang. My mom and dad fell to the ground and before the man ran off I saw a tattoo on his neck and he had on a black coat."

"Very good Charles. Do you know what the tattoo was?"

"A scary tattoo. It was skull with something sticking through the head."

Treville nodded and called in the closest officer to give him the description. Once that was done he stood up and held his hand out. "Do you have a Aunt or Uncle that we can call and have them come pick you up?"

"My Uncle won't take me. He said so himself." Charles said, taking the officers hand.

"Now why is that?"

"Because last time I spent the night with them, my cousin said I was a sissy little girl and I punched him in the mouth. My Uncle told my dad he would never watch me again no matter what. Said I was an unruly boy who needed a teaching too but my parents ignored him."

Treville let out a loud laugh that made all in the small apartment turn to look at him. "How old were you?"

"It happened two months ago."

Treville shook his head and lead Charles out of his home. He was hoping he would not be making a trip to the orphanage but it seems he would be. "Well Charles, I know of this orphanage that will take good care of you and before you know it, you will have a family that will take care of you."

Seven months later

"Thank you for coming," Mary said, opening the door as Treville walked in, along with Aramis, Athos, and Porthos. "Oh my, look at you three. It seems likes ages since I've seen you."

"Good afternoon Miss. Mary," Aramis said, giving a small bow.

"You haven't changed Aramis. Porthos, how are you doing dear?"

"Better."

Mary smiled and looked down at Athos. "Oh Athos, you look so healthy and I think you grew a few inches too."

"Porthos calls me a squirt," Athos pouted.

Mary laughed and knew she made the right call. "Treville, I'm sorry for calling you but there is no one else I can think of that will be able to help."

"What's wrong?"

"It's d'Artagnan."

"d'Artagnan?" the three boys asked in union. Even Treville was confused for a moment but then remembered that name.

"Charles d'Artagnan?"

"He requested no one call him Charles two months of being here. Said only his parents and a certain police officer can call him Charles."

"So what happened? I thought a family had adopted him four months ago?"

"They did but then brought him back. It turns out his night terrors have gotten worst and then their son had a toy gun and kept pointing it at d'Artagnan making banging sounds."

"Oh no."

"Needless to say d'Artagnan gave the boy a black eye and a broken wrist when he pushed him down off the porch and spent a good hour crying in a corner mumbling about it was all his fault. The family said they couldn't handle a problem child like d'Artagnan."

"So they brought him back here because their son couldn't respect d'Artagnan's fear? They had to know of his background and should have told their son not to do anything like that and should have had a better understanding of a child that went through a tragedy." Porthos growled. He grabbed Aramis and Athos hands before headed into the family room to look for this boy.

"Treville, was that the same Porthos who got into fights, disrespected authority, and would not let anyone near him?" Mary asked, a little shocked at Porthos speech.

"Yes it is and you may thank Aramis and Athos for his change," Treville said proudly. "It took him a while but Porthos is very protective of Aramis and Athos. Of course he still back talks but he wouldn't be a teenager if he didn't."

"Oh Treville, you have shown those boys so much love that I'm afraid to asked if you would like to adopt d'Artagnan."

"Mary, I will tell you now that decision is not up to me at this point," Treville laughed, pulling up a chair and sat down.

"What do you mean?"

"Porthos just took Aramis and Athos to find d'Artagnan so the boy can get his stuff and, any minute now, d'Artagnan will be walking in here with them with his bags ready to go. Aramis will give me that I'm-up-to-no-good smile, Athos will be holding d'Artagnan's hand because he's always wanted to be a big brother while Porthos stands behind them and glare at us as if he's challenging us to say no."

Mary smiled and sat at her desk, opening the drawer and pulled out some paper. "Well, I'm sure you know the routine by now."

Treville smiled and started filling out the papers when heard footsteps walking into the room and Mary laughing. He finished signing his name and turned in his seat to see exactly what he described to Mary. "Well, Charles d'Artagnan, it seems you have met my adoptive sons and your new brothers."

"We're calling him d'Artagnan," Aramis said, arm around d'Artagnan's shoulder. "He looks like a d'Artagnan."

Treville nodded. "Yes, I can see that." He got up and knelt down to d'Artagnan's level. "Welcome to the family, d'Artagnan."

Mary watched from her seat with tears in her eyes as d'Artagnan threw himself into Treville's arms. She waved them off and watched out the window as the boys started jumping up and down, Aramis probably telling d'Artagnan of all the trouble they all can make and blame it on Porthos, while Athos shakes his head and pulls d'Artagnan closer to him. Porthos just grinned and shook his head as he cuffed them all behind the head and practically pushed them into the car and drove off.