Murder most horrid

*previously*

The body of 15yr old Chloe watkins lay covered with white coroners sheet...

Jane was the first to go over to her cold, blue body. He took a deep breath and pulled back the covering...

Strangulation ligatures covered her throat, and around her wrists rope burns and several cuts were evident.

Jane's face mirrored angst and dismay as to why a 15yr old girl would have had to suffer like this by anyones hands...

Lisbon put her hand on Jane's shoulder as a sign of comfort. she knew only too well how upset he got around female victims, especially if they were blonde children/women...

Cho moved forward and began to put on sugical gloves and to check under the fingernails of the deceased,s body and around her neck area also...

Evidence bags were bagged and tied and logged and soon they gave the go ahead for Chloe Watkins body to be removed...

Jane let out a shuddering breath and took a moment to compose himelf before he turned to face his colleagues...

''she wasn,t murderd in this room''...''she was brought here after the event, already dead, so that she would be found quite easily''...'' but why ?''

Chapter 4:

''Someone obviously wanted to make a statement of some kind'' mused Jane, while looking at the cold lifeless body of the teenage girl...

Lisbon snorted at this and replied rather gruffly '' no shit sherlock''
Cho and Jane both looked at one another then jane decided to go and look around the library...
Lisbon had a hard trime catching up with him, his strides fluid and purpose, a man obviously on mission and god help the person who was going to get in Jane,s way...
Lisbon,s voice stopped him dead in his tracks when she spoke softly to him ...
''Patrick, please wait up''...
Jane stopped dead and Lisbon went barrelling into him, her front to his back...
she could feel the heat eminating from him, the anger, the grief...the ..loss...

''She was only fifteeen Teresa, fifteen''...
''I know Patrick, i know', but we need to get the bastard who did this to her and and bring him/her/them to justice and do it fast!''
He suddenly turn towards her and literally hugged the life out of her. he clung to her like a life preserve,and started to sob...
Lisbon threw her arms around him and let him get it all out. the girl obviously remind him of His own daughter claire...
Same features, albeit older but the same curlry hair, blue eyes and longline nose...

His breath shuddered and he released his vice like grip on her small tiny body...
''Thank you Teresa''...
Lisbon smiled and touched his cheek.
She rubbed her hand down around his chin, and squeezed affectionately...
''Come on'' ... she grabbed his hand , lets go find some more evidence that can help Chloe''...

The library was huge.
rows upon rows of literature sat upon dark wooden shelving, many gathering dust, cobwebs...
Jane ran his fingers down a few spines, carefully noticing the worn edges...
''Theres something amiss here Lisbon'' said Jane...
Lisbon looked up at hiom from the floor and rolled her eyes.
''Well duh Sherlock, that's why it,s called a murder investigation''
''well if i,m sherlock your my trusty sidekick Watson, although i must admit, i find myself more of a Watson to your sherlock any day my dear''...
Jane jumped down from the last ladder rung and dramaticly threw himself at Lisbon, who was surprised at Jane's sudden flurry of movement, squeeled as he landed on her and knocked the wind out of her sails completely...
They both lay there on th cold stone floor giggling like schoolgirls...
''Well needless to say old bean, your quite the catch''...
Lisbon rolled her eyes at Jane's attempt at humour...
''Come on Watson, we have work to do''...''Well some of us has''
The banter between the two did not go unoticed, as a pair of cold grey eyes watched them from a book case at the other side of the room...watching... waiting...wanting...

**Authors note*

sorry this is so short but thought it owuld help me get back on track with my fics again...