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Disclaimer – my knowledge of courtroom procedure = ZILCH! Forgive me!

Wow, thirty chapters! Lets see how many reviews we can get, shall we PPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAA AAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE ?

Also wanna get this up quick so sorry if it's a pile of cow dung!

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Chapter Thirty # Stupid, Stupid #

"We have every single available tech on this, we're running every blood test known to Finn on the unidentified blood at the crime scene, and we're getting closer to catching this guy." DB assured Morgan and Greg. "But until then Morgan'll be staying with you, right Greg?"

"Yep." Greg nodded.

"I don't want to put the kids in danger..." Morgan said quietly, but Greg shook his head.

"It won't get to that." Shortly afterwards Greg opened the door to his apartment and froze.

"Oh my god..." He had expected the messy chaos he had left to but he never expected this. His apartment was spotless.

Toys in the toy box, shoes in the cupboard coffee in the coffee pot, not to mention the surfaces were shining.

"I think we got the wrong hou-"

"Welcome home, Daddy!" Loeila yelled, bypassing him to hug Morgan gently, before hugging him second.

Reuben, Lou and Catherine all followed her out of the spare bedroom.

"We cleaned up a little." Catherine confessed. "I hope you don't mind…"

"It was fun!" Reuben giggled.

Morgan and Greg just stared at Lou who sighed, pushing the long blonde wig out of his make-up covered eyes. "Reuben and I had a duel to see who had to be a princess. I lost."

Morgan laughed a little and Greg rolled his eyes as he hugged Reuben tightly.

For the next few days, the four of them stayed inside the house, whilst Catherine and Lou visited friends around Vegas.

"Aunie Mowgan?" Loeila asked as they coloured in with crayons.

"Uh huh?"

"One ob da giwls at daycawe says I a baby because I can' say my 'w' for 'wabbits' pwoply." Loelia sighed.

Morgan stopped colouring. "Really? Who said that?"

"Wachel did."

"Well Rachel is really silly then."

"Can you teach me? Peese?"

"Teach you what?" Morgan asked, shocked.

"Say my 'w' sound. Peese, Aunie Mowgan? I wan' say youw name pwoply." Loeila cried, dropping her crayons to hold onto Morgan's arms.

"Okay…" Morgan stuttered, wondering how to teach a lisping three year old how to day 'r'.

Ten minutes later, Greg walked in as Loeila screamed in delight.

"What's going on?"

"Daddy I can day my 'rrrs'!" she squealed. "Morrrrgan, Rrreuben, I can say it, I can say it! Daddy, Aunie Morgan taught me! Daddy, I can do it!"

Greg laughed as his daughter danced around his feet singing. "Rrrraindrrrrops on rrrroses and whiskerrrrs on kittens!"

"Well done, baby girl, well done!" Greg laughed, throwing her up in the air and spinning her around and around, before looking at Morgan. "How'd you do it?"

Morgan shrugged with a huge grin. "YouTube helped me, Lola did it all by herself!"

"That's so cool, Reubs, come see this!" Greg called.

Reuben's little footsteps could be heard running down the corridor and into the room.

"Hi Reuben!" Loeila called, and Reuben grinned.

"You can say it! You can say it!" Reuben cried, hugging her tightly.

"Dank you, Aunie Morgan!" Loeila smiled. "Can we go for a walk in da park?"

Morgan froze. She wasn't sure if she felt safe enough to leave the house. Then again, it wasn't good for her to stay inside. "Sure. Let's go."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Morgan nodded. She helped Loeila get her shoes on and they left the safety of Greg's apartment.

Greg smiled as Morgan ran around with the twins, completely forgetting about all of her fears, picking them up, tickling them and chasing them.

"Daddy, I need to go pee!" Reuben protested, and Greg sighed.

"You take him, there's a public toilet right there." Morgan smiled, picking Loeila up.

"You sure?" Greg asked.

"Daddy, pee!"

"Yeah, sure." Morgan grinned.

"Aunie Morgan, put me down, I wan' run!"

"Okay." Morgan put the small girl down.

CSIVCSIVCSIV

He watched from a distance when she put the little girl down. She was meant to die, but that stupid siren went off and he panicked, naively believing that she'd bleed out. But that bitch of a CSI was able to actually call her friend.

He was there to finish the job.

He walked towards her and she turned, freezing as if she recognised him.

He glanced at the small girl behind her, feeling almost guilty at what she was about to witness.

"Ms Brody, we have some unfinished business to do." He purred and Morgan froze, pushing Loeila behind her instantly.

"Greg!" she screamed as he brought out a knife. She thought she was going to be sick, as terror gripped her painfully. "Greg!"

He lunged towards her, knocking her frozen body to the floor and pushing away the toddler at the same time, not wanting to hurt her.

As Greg raced out of the bathroom he brought the knife towards her throat.

Blood spurted everywhere, red spraying them both.

He moaned, clutching his screaming skull as the tiny three year old girl hit him with the rock once more.

"Bad man! Bad man! Go! A! Way!" she screamed angrily.

Greg ran forward and pulled her off, trying to secure the man's hands behind his back. The man instantly snapped his elbow back, smashing it into Greg's face and scrambling to his feet, but Greg's foot connected with his groin once, twice, four times. Still on the floor, Greg swooped his other leg underneath the assailant, bringing him crashing to the floor.

He scrambled up and secured the man's hands behind his back and calling the police.

As two fuming cops dragged the man, identified as Arch Terry, into the back of their car.

"Morgan?" Loeila asked shakily as the blonde didn't react. "Did I do bad?"

Morgan burst into tears and Greg hugged her tightly. "It's okay, Morgan, it's okay. I promise, it's okay now, it's okay now. You did good, Lola… you did good."

CSIVCSIVCSIV

"...the defence call Loeila Sanders as a witness." Carl Lupton, Terry's attorney declared, facing the courtroom. "I wonder if the jurors know that shortly around the time of his arrest, my client was beaten on the head, supposedly by a three year old girl."

As Loeila walked into the courtroom she smiled, waving wildly at the team of CSI's in the front row as she passed them en route to the stand.

"Now, can you tell us your name please?" Lupton asked.

"Low-ay-la Mar-ee Sand-ers." She smiled, annunciating each syllable.

"Okay Loeila. Do you understand what a lie is?"

"Uh huh. Its when you tell a fing dats not true." She nodded.

"So if I said I was the President, would that be a lie?" Lutpon asked with a gentle smile.

She paused. "Well… President ob what?"

The man refrained from rolling his eyes. "The United States."

"Oh, dat's a lie. But I hadda be sure coz my Papa Olaf is President ob da cheese club."

The courtroom tittered a little and Lupton forced a smile. "Okay. True or false, you have ten fingers."

"Lie!" she cried. "Liar! I hab eight fingers an' two thumbs. Uncle Nick already tricked me wib dat, you're too late! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!"

Forgetting respectful titters the whole courtroom laughed at the adorable child and even Lupton's mouth twitched.

"Okay, Loeila. I'm sorry. Now, in this room, you're not allowed to tell any lies, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled sweetly, trying to stay as still as possible in her denim dungarees.

"So a couple of weeks ago when Ms Brody was staying with you went for a walk, correct?"

"Wid Aunie Morgan." She nodded.

"Where did you go?"

"To da playground to play cowboys an' aliens." She replied truthfully.

"And what did you do in the park?"

"Played cowboys and aliens." She repeated. "Da cowboys and Indians team up to fight de aliens. It's fun. Coz I don' like cowboys and Indians fighting each oder, it's mean!"

"What happened when your brother and father went to the toilet?"

Loeila's little face darkened. "A scary man attacked Aunie Morgan."

"Really?"

"Yep. He said dat he had "unfished business"." She admitted.

"Do you mean unfinished business?"

She nodded. "Unfished. It gives me nightmares."

"I understand that it must have been very scary. Now this is very important, Loeila. Is it a lie that you hit him?"

She hung her head. "Daddy says not to hit."

"That's not what I asked."

"I hit him." She admitted miserably, having no idea that she was wrecking the defence's weak attempt at dirtying the cops.

"How many times?"

"Um…two or free, I fink." She started to play with her hair.

"Now, I want to believe you, Ms Sanders, but there was a lot of blood on the floor for just a little girl hitting him."

"I used da rock." She sighed. "I was scared an' angry."

"You're a very small girl, Ms Sanders, and I'm not sure you're strong enough to-"

"I not a liar!" she stomped her foot angrily. "I neber eber lied! Sept for da time when I told daddy dat Reuben spilled the juice but apart from dat I neber lie! Lying is wrong!"

"I would just like to point out for the record that Ms Sanders is a very young child and has potentially had her story manipulated by her father-"

"Objection!" Ava McPherson, the prosecuting attorney protested.

"No further questions." Lupton sat down and Ava stood up, smiling at Loeila.

"Hello Loeila."

"Hi." Loeila huffed crossing her arms, still riled about the accusation.

"Now earlier on you said that there were lots of bad men. What did you mean exactly by that?"

Loeila slowly unfolded her arms. "Um…a lil bit of time ago… da bad men stoled me an' Kristy an' Eli – dey my cousins – an' dey hurt us. Dey killed my biologicacal mommy as well an' dey made eberybody sad. I wan' da bad men to leabe us alone for a while."

"So you were scared that the man was going to hurt you and your Auntie Morgan?"

Loeila nodded adamantly. "He had knife! He was gonna hurt her, knifes hurt!" she pointed at the long scar on her cheek that was re-healing from where the Martinez brothers had re-opened it.

Several members of the jury shifted uncomfortably.

"Did your heart feel funny?"

Loeila looked down and prodded her chest. "It felt weird. Like it was going really, really fast like how fast da bumblebee's wings go!"

"That's good Loeila. Now, I have one more question. Did your daddy or any of the others hit the man after he was on the floor?"

"No. Daddy looked like he wan'ed to but he didn't. I promise." She insisted.

"Finally, do you see him in this courtroom today?"

Loeila's eyes scanned the room and she did a double take when she saw him in the front. Her dad had warned her that he would be here but it made her jump. "He's right dere. He's mean."

"Can I point out that Loeila Sanders pointed out the defendant? I have no further questions."

CSIVCSIVCSIV

"Did we win?" Loeila cried as the CSI's all fired into the break room, followed by the Sherriff and Ecklie.

"We won." Morgan nodded, hugging the little girl tightly. "Thanks to you, oh thank you!"

"Stupid, stupid!" Eli cried happily. Everyone stared at him in shock and Loeila scrambled down, dragging Morgan and Hodges into the middle of the break room.

"Nananananana!" Reuben replied.

They all started doing a victory dance around the break room.

"You're stupid stupid
You're stupid stupid
You're stupid stupid
And I love you!

You're stupid stupid
You're stupid stupid
You're stupid stupid
And I love you!"

Greg laughed. "You're stupid, stupid!"

"We're stupid, stupid!

We're stupid, stupid!

We're stupid, stupid!

We're stupid, stupid!" Loeila, Kristy, Reuben and Eli returned. "And I love you!"

Thought that song fit as a 8/3 year old's victory dance. Hope you enjoyed. Soz for mistakes, really tired but want to get this up tonight. Song is Stupid, Stupid, by Alex Day.

So, is the rapist storyline over? I know but what do you think? Who can guess what I have up my sleev /:)