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Disclaimer: the next few chapters may look badly upon child beauty pageants. My personal opinion is that they are wrong, however it is just an opinion and I understand that many children seem to enjoy them. None of the characters I mention to do with pageants are based on real people. And for the record, I don't think that pageant directors deserve to be murdered :-)

I never do "I don't own CSI" disclaimers because I'm lazy and also because it's fairly obvious that I own nothing. If I owned anything then you would be watching this, not reading it.

oh my goshness - Thanks so much for pointing that out. I'm sooooo irritated about that, as I also study spanish. it was a stupid mistake. ANGRY! Not with you - thanks for pointing it out :)

I do, however morally own Kristy, Loeila, Reuben and Blakelynn.

Unfortunately I also own any mistakes. Sorry.

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Chapter Thirty Two # Blakelynn #

"Kristy?" Nick called in a panic. "Kristina?"

"Yeah Daddy?" a sweet little voice called back.

"Oh thank God." Nick placed a hand over his heart like a little old lady as Kristy came out from the bathroom, with what looked like half of a roll of toilet paper pressed to her face. "You scared me!"

Kristy's little face fell. "I sorry, Daddy. I gotta bleedy nose, an' I didn' wanna wake you up 'cause you were really tired, an' I fought dat I could make it go way on my own."

Nick couldn't help but laugh in relief. "There's my good girl."

"Sorry I scareded you." She said solemnly.

Nick crossed over the room and scooped her up, kissing her on the cheek. "That's okay, beautiful. But you just wake me up if you need me, okay, I don't mind. It's my job to look after you, not the other way round."

She nodded. "I made a mess."

"You did. You know what, why don't you sleep in my bed tonight, we'll get you changed and I'll change the sheets when I get home. That sound good to you?"

Kristy nodded sleepily as Nick carried her through, explaining quickly to Rosa as he did so.

When he got to work half an hour later, bad news awaited him.

"We had to let Roberts walk for the murder. We got him for violating parole, but somehow the scumbag made bail."

"Damn it. How the hell did he walk?" Nick asked Russell.

"Two other pageant directors was found murdered in exactly the same way, we have ourselves a serial." DB said grimly.

"And Roberts was in our custody…but still, I mean it could be a cover up?" Nick offered weakly.

"The unidentified prints from the murder weapon were a match to prints found on the murder weapons from both other scenes. We're about to run down in the layout room."

"Alright." Nick nodded, following DB round the hall.

"…agree with Greg." Sara was saying as Nick and DB walked in.

"Agree what?" DB asked.

"I think that the perp may be comparing the women to butchers, with the meat hooks and the tiaras…" Greg repeated for DB and Nick's benefit.

"Nick, what do you think about pageants, for little girls? Would you put Kristy in one?" DB asked.

"Well I never really thought much about it before, but after Roberts said in interrogation that I should put Kristy into one I thought…well, I wouldn't. I never would, ever. Tanning and fake boobs and short dresses and heavy make-up don't belong on three year old girls, especially not when there are perverts like Roberts around. No way in hell."

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"You know, I think I've got the message." Morgan sighed, snapping pictures of the fifth murdered woman, hanging on a hook in the main bedroom of her hotel suite.

"I would have to agree." Brass walked up to Morgan and Greg grimly. "This time there was an eye witness."

"Who?" Greg frowned.

"Miss DuBois' two and a half year old daughter, Blakelynn." Brass' voice was close to a growl.

Morgan's eyes closed for a moment. "How much did she see?"

"I don't know yet, but from her reaction I would guess that she saw more than she should have." Brass sighed. "She won't talk to any of the officers; she won't let any of them near her."

"You want me to talk to her?" Morgan offered.

"Can't hurt." Brass nodded.

"See you in a minute." Morgan nodded at Greg, following Brass into the next bedroom.

A tiny little blond girl in a sparkly blue dress and a curly blonde hairpiece.

"When was the pageant, she's made-up to kingdom come?" Morgan whispered to Brass.

"It was due to start this morning."

Morgan crouched down in front of the tiny child. "Hi."

Blakelynn hugged her arms around herself, cringing away from Morgan.

"I'm Morgan. Are you Blakelynn?"

The little girl continued to cringe away.

"Hey, don't be scared." Morgan murmured. "I just wanna help you. You saw something really scary, huh?"

The little girl nodded a little, terrified.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Blakelynn shook her head violently.

"No one's gonna hurt you, Blakelynn. You can tell me, he's not here, he can't hurt you."

"Munta." The little girl whispered. "Fe munta hut mommy."

"I'm sorry sweetie. Did the munta see you?"

Blakelynn started to cry as she nodded.

Morgan's heart dropped. "Blakelynn, did he hurt you?"

"He toshed my hawr an' my face an' am." She cried.

"Did he touch you anywhere else?" Morgan asked. The little girl shook her head. "Was this before or after he hurt your mommy?"

"Ater."

"Okay."

"What you do?"

"I am a crime scene investigator, I find little tiny bits of tiny to help me catch bad guys and put them in prison so they don't hurt anybody anymore." Morgan smiled weakly.

"You fine who hut mommy?"

"If you let me. This is my kit, it's very special, see. And this is called a swab."

"I use dose for maya."

"You use them for make-up?" Morgan validated.

Blakelynn nodded.

"I use it for my work. One of the things I use it for is taking DNA samples."

"Dee-an-ay?"

"Uh huh. Everyone has their own. Can I take yours?"

"Wiw I get id back?" she asked cautiously.

Morgan laughed. "I won't take it all. I don't need to. Shall I show you on me?"

Blakelynn nodded, and Morgan swabbed the inside of her own mouth.

"See?"

Blakelynn held out her hand and Morgan passed her a swab. Blakelynn stared at it for a moment, before warily swabbing her own mouth, passing the swab to Morgan.

"Well done, you're good at this." Morgan smiled, causing Blakelynn to smile a little. "Can I see if the munta left anything on your arm or face?"

Blakelynn nodded a little less hesitantly.

"I'm just gonna use these swabs on your arm and your face, there we go. All done." Morgan grinned at Blakelynn, whose grin grew. "And now this is my special comb. It'll find anything in your hair that the man left behind."

"Waid!" Blakelynn held her hands out in front of her face. "Can you tay my haiw-pee off firwst? You can kee' it, I no wan' it."

"Oh, okay." Morgan blinked. "I'm not really sure how to?"

"Peese no rip it!" Blakelynn begged.

"I won't, I won't hurt you." Morgan soothed. "I'm just gonna take these pins out, there we go."

She carefully lifted the hairpiece off of the little girls head, placing it in an evidence bag.

"Can I comb your hair?"

Blakelynn nodded. "Can I coe youws firs'?"

"Okay." Morgan pulled her own hairbrush out of her bag, passing it to the little girl.

With impressive delicacy and skill she took the brush to Morgan's head and combed out the few tangles in her hair.

"My go." Morgan smiled, combing flakes of evidence out of her hair. "You have beautiful hair."

"No I don'. Das why I nee' to hab da haiw-pee." Blakelynn's head dropped.

"Hey, that's not true. Who told you that?" Morgan frowned.

"Mommy says I has weaw da haiw pee to may me look pwetty."

"That doesn't mean that you're not gorgeous without it."

Blakelynn smiled weakly. "Das a lot ob tuff in youw kit."

"Uh huh. You wanna see what something else does?" Morgan offered.

The toddler nodded. "Wha' does dat one do?"

"Ah, good choice. Have you ever done finger painting?" Morgan asked as Blakelynn pointed at the fingerprint power.

"One oh to ties."

"Well, put you hand on this piece of paper?" Morgan instructed.

Instantly the blonde child obeyed, placing both hands on the paper and pressing down before she removed them. "Good?"

"Very." Morgan nodded. "Now, watch this."

Blakelynn's brown eyes widened as the brush twirled over the paper, revealing her little prints. "Wow…"

"Cool, huh?" Morgan grinned.

"Do you do payants?"

"No, I don't do pageants." Morgan shook her head.

"Bud you'we pwetty."

"Thanks." Morgan smiled. "Do you have a spare change of clothes with you, sweetie, I'm gonna have to take your dress."

"I done know, my mommy has dem."

"Okay, you hold tight one sec, I'll get you some clothes."

"No!" Blakelynn cried. "Peese day!"

"Okay." Morgan nodded, her eyes widening. She turned and called over her shoulder. "Yo, Moreno!"

The detective looked up. "Yeah?"

"In the back of my SUV there's a pink carrier bag, can you grab them for me?"

"Sure." Moreno nodded.

A few days before Morgan had spilt her coffee on Loeila's beloved pink pyjamas, so she'd promised to buy her the monkey onesie that she fell in love with while window shopping a few days ago. It was complete with a tail and a hood with ears. She could always buy Lola another one.

When Moreno passed her the bag she looked up at him. "Is it okay if I take her to the bathroom to get changed and get some of this make-up off?"

"Sure." Moreno nodded.

"Let's go get changed, Blakelynn." She held out her hand and the little girl took it.

"Peese you call me Blake?"

"Sure, Blake." Morgan smiled, leading her into the en suite bathroom. She took the dress off, carefully placing it in a bag and helped the toddler into the onesie.

"I has eaws!" the toddler smiled, feeling the soft fabric.

"You like it?"

The eager nod melted Morgan's heart.

"You can keep it."

"Reawy?"

Morgan nodded.

"Fank you!"

"Now, what have we got in here…" Morgan photographed the clean counter and then lifted the girl onto it. "Shall we get some of this make-up off?"

"May I tay my eyes off an' my fipper ow'?"

"Of course, here, out them in this bag and then you won't lose them." Morgan offered as Blakelynn gratefully ripped the fake lashes and took the fake teeth out of her mouth.

This stuff does not belong on a two year old…Morgan thought as the little girl dropped them into the evidence bag.

Morgan photographed a packet of make-up removal wipes. "Do you use those?"

The toddler nodded. "Uh huh."

"Here we go." Morgan smiled, gently wiping the little girl's face. Four wipes later, all the make-up was gone. "Gorgeous."

Blakelynn dropped her head once more.

"Hey, Blake. I think you're really pretty. You don't need this make-up, this tan. You're a beautiful girl. And I don't ever lie."

Blake smiled gratefully and held out her arms, stifling a yawn.

Morgan picked up the little girl and carried her back into the bedroom.

"Just in time." Moreno smiled at them. "Morgan, this is Alexis Deaver, child services."

"Hi. This is Blake. Blake, you gotta go with Alexis now-"

"No!" Blakelynn cried. "No, peese! I don' wan' go, wan' day wib Mowgan!"

"I'm sorry, Blake, but it's the rules." Morgan said sympathetically. "I'll be back later with my friend Jim to talk to you."

"NO!" the toddler screamed, latching onto Morgan and sobbing into her jacket. "No, no, no, no!"

Alexis regretfully pulled her away.

"I'll come visit you real soon, sweetie, I promise." She nodded. "Alexis will take good care of you."

She shuddered at the young girl's cries as they took her away. She walked out to Greg and shook her head.

"Is the kid okay?" Greg asked in concern.

"Physically I think she's fine." Morgan nodded.

Only half an hour later her phone rung.

"Hello?"

"Ms Brody, it's Alexis Deaver from child services. I was wondering if you would come down here, Blakelynn is… well she's not stopped crying and our psychologist thinks that it would be beneficial for someone she trusts to see her, would you mind coming down?"

"No, not at all." Morgan shook her head. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Great, thank you."

"Bye."

"Who was that?" Greg asked curiously.

"Child services. Apparently Blakelynn DuBois is more than a little traumatised and they want me to go see if I can get her to calm down. Cover for me?"

"Sure." Greg grinned. "No problem."

"What's the problem?" Morgan asked ten minutes later Alexis met her at the entrance of the child services building.

"She's become almost hysterical, she won't respond to anything we say. It happens and normally we call family, but none are listed yet for her, so I called you."

"Okay." Morgan nodded.

"She's just in here." Alexis opened the door.

"Hi Blake." Morgan announced her arrival.

Instantly the child's screams that had filled the room stuttered to a stop.

"Mowgan?"

"Yeah, it's me sweetie. What's wrong?"

Blakelynn leapt off of the sofa and bounced into Morgan's arms. "My mommy dead."

Morgan swallowed. "Yeah…yeah she is. I'm sorry."

The little girl snuggled against her neck, reminding her so much of Lola or Kristy.

"Day. Day wib me peese."

"Okay…" Morgan nodded. "I'll stay with you."

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"Grissom?" Eli asked, leaning on the back of the couch.

Grissom jumped, muting the entomology program he was watching on TV. "Eli. What are you doing up, it's five am?"

"You're up." Eli retorted defensively.

"I don't have school in three and a half hours time." Grissom returned. "What's wrong?"

Eli walked around the couch and climbed onto it, leaning against Grissom. "I woke up and I can't get back to sleep. I've been thinking…Why don't you have any kids?"

Grissom frowned. "Of my own?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, by the time I fell in love with Sara I was too old, really. There was too much chance of genetic mutations, and that's without my old hearing problems. Not to mention I already have a family, one I created on my own."

"The CSI family."

"That's right."

"Sara told me once that you were like the dad, and then Auntie Catherine was the mum, and that she, my dad, Uncle Nick and Uncle Greg were all like the kids. Did you think of them as your kids? I mean, not Sara, but the others…my dad, Uncle Nick, Uncle Greg?"

Grissom raised his eyebrows. "Well, I never really thought about it like that, but I guess you could say that in a way, I love them like my kids."

"And so do you love me like your kid or your grandkid?"

Grissom frowned as he considered. "I've honestly never really thought about it that much. I guess a bit of both."

"But you do love me, right?" Eli flashed Grissom a smile.

Grissom smiled back. "Very much."

So, theories peeps? What do you think of Blake, and how important do you think she should/will be?

I'm sorry for the lack of twins, and really Kristy and Eli in this chappy as well, I'll make up for it later. However, I am backlogged with work, so I hope you're all grateful at how quick I updated :-)