AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY CSI:NY CHARACTERS OR THE IDEA BEHIND THE SHOW AT ALL!!

Okay so i got some reviews so i thought what the hey ill add chapter 2, was gonna do it yesterday but i was rushed into Hospital so i couldn't, so anyway im okay now so here we are!!

Chapter 2

"What happened next?" Detective Don Flack asked looking at the curious little girl in front of him, she was about 13 years old, they had not gotten her name yet, but he knew that she had been threw a lot.

They had found her next to the bodies of 2 people, a man and woman, they had been beaten, tortured, the woman raped, and then both murdered. And all in front of this girl, she was covered in scars and bandages, she had been beaten badly, very badly, and yet she looked as though it had not affected her at all. When they found her she was sitting in a corner clutching onto an old violin case, and a bag containing dance clothes and some normal clothes. She was not shacking, not crying, just sitting and waiting for them to come and find her. And when they did she smiled at them as if nothing had happened, her cheeks were tear stained so they guessed she had been crying, but when the EMS's took her awake she just looked back at the two dead bodies and sighed.

The girl looked back at Flack and then at Detective Lindsay Monroe who was sitting next to him, before continuing her story again.

"I was turned around away from the bustling street and looked into the eyes of men I didn't know, but there were 2 people I did know in front of them held at gun point, my so called parents, my so called protectors and I knew they were the reason I now had a gun pressed into my back. I didn't scream or cry, I mean I have been threw this all before and I knew the drill, I was quiet didn't move or make any indication that I was going to run or scream at all. The man nodded behind me I could feel him on the back of my neck. "Good girl," he whispered, took his hand from round my mouth and then made me look into my parents eyes.

"Now isn't this a cosy little reunion," he said and pushed me forward so I fell onto my face into the dirty alley street, I felt my knee get cut by something off the floor and the cap which was on my face fell off, revealing my scars and bruises to them all.

"I see you have been threw this before," the man said at me and I just stared at him not saying a word, I knew not to answer. "Well then I guess one more time wont hurt you, you have been a very bad little girl taking my money from your parents, we came all this way just to see you, you should feel privileged, I don't go across the ocean for just anyone." He walked up to me and looked me straight in the eyes from my position on the floor.

"I feel so loved," I spat at him and it earned me a swipe round the face, I knew it had broken the skin and I could feel an old wound opening and the blood start to pour, it hurt like hell as he hit the existing bruises but I showed no emotion and just looked at him, "I didn't take it all, only what was left after they had used it," I said and I knew he was about to hit me again but he didn't instead he hit my "mother" round the face which caused her to scream slightly from the force of the swipe. I could see she had been crying and both of them looked in an immense amount of pain. I knew they had been tortured before they had even gotten to me, and most likely my "mother" assaulted as well.

"Well this is interesting," he said, "I was never told that before I made this trip." He punched my "father" in the stomach and I heard him grunt in pain. Then he turned back to me, "Give me the money and I will leave you alone," he said to me and I moved towards the bag I carried and pulled out a pink bag, I gave it to him and he smiled slightly and opened it up, "Count this," he said to the balding short man behind my mother and he took the bag and started to count it.

"£4000, boss," he said and handed the bag back to his "boss",

"You owe me £5005," he said to me, and I shook my head,

"I owe you £5" I said to him and then pointed to my "Parents", "They owe you the 5 grand," I said and then got the 10 out of my pocked and handed it to him. "I owe you nothing now," I said smirking at him and that earned me another blow to the face and also a broken wrist.

"I thought you would have learnt to keep your mouth closed," the boss said to me and then turned back to my parents. "And you, you should know what I do to people who steal my money," he took out his gun from his holster over his back pocket and pointed it towards them. "Any last words?" he asked them and they turned and my parents who were now white turned and faced me.

I knew I could see them examining me, looking at all my scares and bruises, and I knew that they felt nothing now; I knew that they never had done, maybe once along time ago but not now, now they were more interested in themselves and the twisted world they had gotten themselves wrapped into.

"Goodbye," was all my "father" said as the gun triggered and hit him straight in the forehead, my "mother" screamed and glared at me before she two met the same end.

The boss turned to me and kicked me in the stomach one last time before turning and walking out of the alley followed by his men. I didn't see a lot after that because of the blow, but I realised I was crying, not because they were dead but because I was finally free from it all. I blacked out as someone came running down the alley and a woman screamed. I only regained consciousness when you arrived."

The girl stopped and turned round from looking at the solid brick wall to the left of her to the two detectives opposite her, they were both shocked and Lindsay looked near tears as the girl finished her story and just stared at them.

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