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Eric looked up at her, shaking his head as if to clear it. Standing, he hurried to her, and reached up to try and curve his hand over her cheek. "Whether I'm nuts or not, don't cry."

Jeff laughed at him, but there was still a playfulness to it, "Anything about your kids you want to talk about?" He wanted a quick confession, so he and Alfred could focus on finding Amy's killer.

Eric's eyes softened and he whispered, "Why aren't you free?" He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but she didn't look solid enough to do so. So he just stood in front of her, his eyes trying to be as comforting as possible.

Jeff recognized that look. "Your son is under our protection now." His voice had turned completely 'cop' like, a harsh tone that would subdue almost anyone.

Eric's eyes bulged. "You can feel?!" He took a step back, leaning against the sink. If need be, Eric had a tendency to be very intelligent, and his face seemed far away as he tried to think of a solution. He knew that without the autopsy the killer would be more likely to get away. And he didn't want that to happen. Talking aloud to himself, he muttered, "You must still be attached to your body....maybe, maybe she can attached to something else like a...a genie!" He shook his head, as he kept thinking, "maybe someone else. Me!" His head shot up and he looked at Amy again, "Haunt me." he ordered.

Jeff shook his head, "In the case of child abuse, sir, probability is enough to move them to a safer place." He knew the other things, the drugs, and whatnot, but that didn't matter to him right now. If he charged a grieving father with drug-possession, he'd have the media all over him. But if it's an abusive father, nowadays, they were shunned. Thankfully.

((Thanks. I felt like I needed a change. I'm mostly just making up the idea of Amy attaching herself to Eric, I have no idea if it makes sense or not.))

Eric glanced back at Amy, "They say ghosts stay because they have something to finish. Are you staying because of the brats? Don't worry about them, I told the police what Dad's been doing, and I'll take care of them from now on. I promise." He desperately didn't want to lose his sister, but at the same time she deserved to rest. To complete her death. She'd definitely suffered enough. "And about the haunting, maybe you can try possessing me, and that will attach you to me. Probably." He really should have paid attention to more of the new age stuff.

"As minors, they will only have the choice of foster care until they are adopted or going under their brother's care. You won't have a chance to hurt another child again." Jeff sounded disgusted with Sam; he couldn't understand how someone could hurt their own children. It was terrible. He just wanted to start beating on the guy, to show him what he'd done.

Emily walked into the room with the observation window. She saw Amy's body, bloody and bruised, on the slab. "Well, that's a bit disturbing", she thought. Emily had been on a trip to visit her distant family. Amy's family. She hadheard the news on the way to Amy's house. She had tracked down friends of Amy's and asked a few questions, just like her father had taught her. Though she hadn't ruled ot the possiblity of suicide, she didn't think the dots connected right. There was someting terribly wrong, her friends described someone who wouldn't kill themselves. She looked at the body,unable to suppress a shudder. Morgues never were her favorite places. She watched police officers go on about there business.

((*Shudder* Fixed.....*Shudder*......men's bathroom....*shudder*....))

Emily's general mistrust of police officers increased tenfold as one seemed to be sneaking into a closet for something. "Interesting", she thought as she walked by. "Alright", she said to herself. "My first priority is to find one of my relitives. Then, I must examine the body. That should help me determine what happened, or at least a small idea of the circumstance of her death". She sighed. The last thing she had wanted to do was investigate something, or anything for that matter. She wasn't like her dad. But, then again, there was something telling her that she needed to help. That something wasn't right, and that this horrible thing just might happen again. She was in deep thought when she accidentally bumped into a police officer who had been talking to a civilian. She got a look at his nametag which had "Jeff" inscribed on it. "Sorry", she mumbled, her mind still on the death of Amy.

((*giggles* I had picked Lexi, Gary and Rachel, but I wasn't terribly attached to those names. Remember I told you could change them if you wanted.))

Eric shrugged, "If you need to drain my energy, go ahead, you can just walk around in my body and whatnot." He was starting to get impatient. He kept trying to prepare himself for what was going to happen, but since he was clueless, it was nearly impossible. A large part of him desperately wanted it over with, but he would never rush his sister.

'Thank god Alfred's not here, or he'd laugh at me,' Jeff thought to himself as he stumbled back. He would have moved if he wasn't trying to inscribe the kids' names into his mind. George always reminded him of Of Mice and Men, and Jessie just sounded like a little kid, but he was positive he'd forget Katie. It was such a common place name. Jeez, those didn't sound at all like what Eric had said, well, minus their personalities.

He turned to face this new civilian with a smile on his face. With her short hair, and steely gray eyes, she seemed to have a very serious side to her. "it's no problem, miss," he replied politely, "Maybe I can point you in the right direction, you look a little lost." His tone had a teasing touch to it, that anyone with a heart larger than the Grinch's original one would smile at.