Family comes before crime: Spin off the Criminal Case Files

If I can't have you nobody can

Since we had just finished our last case and it was our first one on a campus I decided if I was actually going to this concert (outfit 27)I should probably switch outfits. And so far so good we were all enjoying ourselves and this band that was playing called Lone Roses. And after we saw Ramirez sitting at the bar. And decided to go say hello. Jones started the greeting seeing him looking all dressed up. Nice bow tie he'd started. He thanked Jones for compliment then turned to me and said he needed mine and my team's help. What's the matter? I asked him. He said there was something wrong with the Stoned Horses drums. Jones felt he was being harsh but I was jumping at the chance to help. A crime and a concert this was one going to be a long night and a fun one. Two crimes in one day. It was kind of exciting. He told us there was a body in the drum and the smell was horrific.

He told us he ran away when he saw it. And that's when Jones understood it was a dead body. Which I facepalmed at because of course it was a dead body. And then we went backstage to take a look. Going backstage after a concert. And its a crime scene this night just kept getting better and better. On the inside I was jumping up and down and squealing with joy. This was like my thing. I think my brother saw that I was excited and made sure to remind me that we were not here to have fun. But once again just like when we were at Griffin's beach house with the BTR and the the other two Farrah's the question came up again. Was it really work if it was fun? *Ug* Jones groaned in disgust. This is really messed up! Is this some kind of sick joke?! He exclaimed. Check it out it's Olly Oliver. He was the lead singer of the band we just saw play. I pointed out. How did anyone get him in there without anyone noticing? Also how did they do it so fast he was just on stage not that long ago it must've just happened?!

And what's with the creepy smile? Jones asked all freaked out. That is seriously messed up! He continued. While I took a look around the crime scene and found some sheet music. Really it wasn't too unusual given where we were. At a concert backstage looking into the murder of a the lead singer we just literally saw on stage probably not 10 mins ago. Don reminded me I should check the pockets of the guy's jacket. Which I was absolutely planning on doing already but the reminder was always nice. Ramirez then came running back to us to tell us that the band's drummer was the one that found the body but that he was in a kind of funny mood as he put it. Ok to me that means drugs so go back to the lab and talk to Nathan I'll handle the drummer. Don told me. So that's what I did. Nathan told Jones and I that he'd heard cases about the "sardonic" grin before for years but never thought that he'd see it in the flesh. The sardonic what? Jones and I asked in sync. Apparently it was a highly poisonous compound that made the victim's mussels contract violently twisting the mouth into a ghoulish grin. And then he said Olly would've died within 5 mins because of the raspatory failure and thought it was the perfect poisoning which he felt was genius and was just as excited as I was. Uh Nathan I think you've been in the lab too long. Jones snapped him out of it.

Although to be perfectly honest the Nightshade in me was giddy. I was nearly drooling. The perfect poisoning. Nightshade is a type of poison. I wondered if I could figure out how to make it so that I could use it for future missions make it into a powder to blow at my enemies or stick onto the tips of my bows and arrows or into the mixture of the bullets if we made our own bullets or if I made my own bullets with the compound. Charlie and Ian had agreed in order to catch a killer you had to think like one. And the Nightshade in me bubbling up trying to scratch her way to the surface as I felt a little Yzma at the back of my mind going "this is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant" before adding an evil laugh. A part of me desperately wanted to hone my craft and I took my own secret notes down in invisible ink for my purposes. That only Charlie and or most likely Ghost would ever be able to read. Because only CIA would probably only know how. My hands desperately wanted to do the evil fingers gesture but I bit the inside of my cheek and laced my fingers together. And when that wasn't working I massaged my thumb into the palm of my hand. Like Sam does to get rid of the devil. I should not be having this much fun on a case like this. Maybe there was more Nightshade in me than I thought.