Grissom watched as Brass walked through the victim's house, clearing it and making sure the suspect wasn't at the scene. There had been too many of those happening recently.

Brass gave Grissom the green light and went to check out the back of the house while Grissom looked at the dead body in the master bathroom and the living room couch. He shined his flashlight over the blood pooling and the blood splatter. This didn't happen too long ago.

He continued looking around, seeing family photos. Both of the victims and their kids. But where was the kid? Grissom questioned himself as he palmed the door of the kid's room open to see a normal, untouched child's room. He was about to walk in before Brass grabbed his shoulder and spooked him.

"Goodness." He mumbled, looking at Brass.

"Sorry, looking for the kid?" He responded, looking around the room over Grissom's shoulder.

"Yeah. Might have to file a missing persons report." Grissom answered him.

"I'll spare you the hassle. They're in the backyard tree house. I saw bloody child handprints on the ladder, and I heard some crying." Brass replied with a bit of a solemn tone.

Brass watched as Grissom walked out to the backyard to the treehouse. He looked up at it; it wasn't too big; it was a smallish-medium size. Well-made. He put gloves on, climbing up the ladder carefully and peeking inside at {{user}}, the kid. The kid curled up against the wall with blood on their hands, shirt, and pants. He can see it probably got on the bottom of their shoes, too.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw you look over with a fearful expression.

"I'm here to help... what's your name?" He asked softly, watching their reaction.