“We haven’t figured how this was done,” Bianchi said pointing to the large hole in the wall ten

“Oh hello there blood this is Dana Cross one of our top doctors and interrogators on Zahltag We call her the butcher.” He says.

"I think a reasonable belief would be that his father got killed and then subsequently he shoots and kills these four people," the commander said. "Does he do that randomly? I mean only he can answer that question. I wouldn't suspect he would just pick four random people on the street. That wouldn't make sense to me."

"There was no sign of trauma or foul play. They have a couple tests; a neuropathology test and a toxicology test that we're waiting to come back."

"Oh, I didn't notice it before, but is that real blood I'm standing in? Wait, stupid question, of course it's real blood. Only the real thing would do, huh? I guess I should have asked if it was human or animal blood."

They drilled 14 little holes in the work to see what was behind Vasari’s fresco.

"They made me go into the arena. Everyday for the past sixteen days. This blood was the captain's..." I stared forth in disbelief.

“No, Dad,” she says, turning to face him as she takes a seat. “The evidence I found, the footprints, lead in the direction of the reservation. No one thinks the tribe is responsible, but we think someone here may have some

“But, you must tell me your blood type.” Michal whispered a couple words in her ear and then she let him be.

“They’ll believe that. I didn’t know it would kill Andrew. And when he was dead,

"You should get a car silly" she giggled and smiled at braeden, but her joy quickly turned to worry, when she saw the blood on Braeden's lips and hand.

"AH! You're not brain dead, finally. Yes, the stab wounds. The most logical assertion indeed, the flesh being damaged enough to hide a puncture hole. Now, John. Do you know what is the most peculiar thing to find?" Sherlock asks, a burning fever in his icy blue eyes.

Her feet shifted, drawing to dangle over the edge of the bed, still holding his one hand in her own while staring up at Adam so sweetly despite the words that left her next. "And no, we haven't killed anyone before, but we can always try. What if it's easy? It always looks so easy on those shows, and.. and his cops always do it when they need to." Something

CU: Within a few seconds, she looks at her hands. There is blood on her hands.

“Now, can you tell us about what happened when you arrived at the crime scene?” Lieutenant Marsh asked.

“I don’t see any weapon marks, and it isn’t deformed like the bodies at Osman’s village.”