The small pink lamp on the nightstand near Rosie's bed began to shake as Rosie herself slammed her bedroom door shut. She was still in a pissy mood at her father for denying her what she wanted.

She wanted to think that her mother would have allowed her to pursue Genesis,but,even in death,she had a hunch that her mother too would deny her.

She didn't care that Genesis was married. She'd done some digging on the apparent husband that had held a Russian gun to her head,and despite her discoveries of the makeshift Navy SEAL,she brushed it off.

But the children...Remembering Dorian made her temper flare. That was definitely one of his children,and as far as she was concerned,Dorian was keeping Genesis from her,along with the other child,and both kids could burn in hell for all she cared.

The thought of Genesis being married with offspring...her teeth ground together and her hands pounded and clawed at the walls just from remembering Dorian's face.

As she clawed at the red paint on her wall,she paid no mind to the blood freely flowing from where she'd damaged her skin from tearing half of her fingernails off. Rosie screamed and cursed as she violently continued clawing at the wall,her blood smearing everywhere while she pretended it was Dorian's face.

Her hands were neither sore nor numb. She felt no physical pain. She never had,and the few times she'd been struck by kids at school,she'd had to act like it hurt just to satisfy their puny minds.

She knew she had congenital analgesia. Despite her sheer stubbornness and practical blindness to the severity of certain situations,Rosie was highly intelligent,and perhaps if she wasn't constantly border-lining a psychotic break from the thrill of feeling no pain and the loss of her mother,she would have made a wonderful doctor.

Her own father had no idea just how insane she truly was. Rosie had experimented on herself as a small child to see if she truly felt no pain,and it had resulted in her bleeding out on her bedroom floor through her wrists. That was when her father had discovered her condition.

Rosie had since then remained quiet about it,not desiring to draw attention to herself. Dorian's innocent face came back to mind,but before Rosie could focus on it,it seemed to age slightly,and she saw Jay's face instead.

This was her next target... Her hot pink cell phone was lying on her nightstand,and Rosie sorted through various names in her head before she settled on one and flopped down on her mattress. The small cell phone near by was grabbed and Rosie began dialing.

The sun was finally down several hours later,and Athos couldn't have been more thankful. Jay had,since he couldn't really punch his brother,resorted to biting and kicking as he desired. Despite the slap upside the head he'd get from Genesis.

Bite marks littered his left arm. Night was his only chance to have some peace of mind. Athos sat up from the couch and looked around. It was fairly quiet,except for the occasional squad car rolling by. He got up and began to walk around. He didn't have the luxury of exploring earlier.

He was already aware of the kitchen's location. So,he quietly ventured upstairs.

The first door he came to was slightly ajar,and the room it guarded was covered with a soft red glow from a night light. He peered inside and saw Aidan and Dorian snuggled close,or,to be more precise,Aidan had buried his head in his little brother's chest.

It was a pleasant sight. Athos continued his exploring and found the eldest's room next. Eric had fallen asleep sitting up with a book in his lap. Horatio was on his side,those same blue lights fading in and out on his prosthetic arm.

It was a strange prosthetic to Athos. He was used to more barbaric designs,as he called them,where he could see the multiple wires and screws that held them together,and they had limited movement. Horatio's was the most advanced he'd seen. Athos was also curious as to how Horatio had come to need it. He'd ask in the morning.

Snooping around some more,the blond found his little brother's room. Jay and Genesis lay close together,the older having an arm wrapped around the redhead's waist. A 9mm resided on the nightstand,ready to be used at a moment's notice. But the sight of the couple lying there content in their sleep made the blond pause.

Jay had done more with his life than Athos had. He'd been through more,too. After the fire,Jay had been emotionally destroyed,just like his sister,but he was the one who landed in multiple homes with parents that were not his own and didn't care about him. The pain had hardened Jay into a stone that would crack,but never bleed.

He'd become cruel yet silent and cold-hearted,and it seemed that nothing could bring out the softer side that had been slowly dying. But when Stetler entered his life,so had Genesis. That small and simple action of undoing the handcuffs had softened his heart a little. And,learning of Genesis' pregnancy made him realize that he wasn't the only one suffering.

From there,Jay had silently vowed to change himself for Genesis and his child's sake. Especially after Genesis desired that he stick around.

Basically,Jay had turned himself around,found a husband,or wife,depending on who you asked,had found children,and he was truly happy with what he had.

Athos had killed his own parents,burned his home down in the process,and had become an assassin among the Angels. He didn't have a real place to settle,had lost contact with his sister,and for the first time in his life...he missed his mother and father.

The blond walked away from his brother's room shivering from his sudden loneliness. He went back downstairs and sat down on the couch,and quiet tears he hadn't even noticed turned thick and heavy with uncontrollable sobbing. He was actually crying. He actually regretted his past decisions,and wanted nothing more than to go back in time and change what he'd done.

He was finally in mourning.

The first scene Eric was called out to the next day was a mess. Beneath the blood that belonged in the body,it was relatively easy to tell that Alexx was going to have fun with this one. Whoever the poor guy was,the CSI team could see that his hands were still tied behind his back.

The M.E. got down on the ground to get a better look,and then paused. "Eric,I'm going to need my wagon. We have a second body here."

"What?!" He helped her turn the body over,and as she said,another one had been beneath the first. But the second was much smaller. A child.

"Oh,you poor thing!" Alexx gently gripped the small boy's head and turned it just the slightest bit and heard some rather musical bones cracking.

"Broken neck.''

"...COD?"Eric asked.

''Not sure. I won't know until I get him back to the lab.''

The Cuban nodded and looked around. ''Lot of people. Bodies must have been dumped before the sun came up.''

''Timing is everything,''Alexx quipped,''Based on the dried blood,I'd say this boy died before the other one. Looks like he took more damage,too.''

Eric looked at the child and winced. "Someone was pissed."

They transferred the dead into body bags when Alexx had finished her quick examination and headed back to the lab. Eric rode with her. Alexx wouldn't admit it,but she needed the company. It wasn't too often a child landed on her table.

Rosie stared at her hands in marveled silence. The dried red had her speechless and hypnotized from the thrill of having taken not one life,but two. She could still hear the crying and begging.

Looking up,she examined the room she was in. It wasn't her bedroom. It was actually a part of the basement that had been finished and turned into living space. But it was red...so red...

Her face was painted with more of the dried blood. If her mother could see her now,Rosie was sure she'd be screaming at her and weeping at the fact that her daughter had turned into a killer.

Killer...kill...

Killed...she'd actually gone and killed someone.

The blood that stained her and her clothes stood as testimony to the gruesome fact.

There was no turning back now. She had to kill again. She needed that thrill.

Death had become her partner.

Please review! Whew,took me long enough,right?