Little Stretch

Stitch Day

"Alright, Rookies. Our subject here, Quinn Tesley, 23 years old, she worked at a weird shop called Cooky Cool. She died by 4 gun shots. One in the leg, one in the shoulder, one in the stomach, and one in the heart. It was a heist shooting also most of the people in the shop were killed."

"Well those places that she was shot at seem very specific.", I said picking at my sleeve of my suit.

"Well were going to find out why such the specifics area. Everybody else in the shop had random gun shots. And that would probably mean that the killer and victim were connected in someway", said my mom.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", my dad said raising his eyebrow.

"Let's go.", I said as I stepped my foot into the water.

"Alright, Gray you know how to call it.", my dad said nervously.

"Yep just how we practiced.", nodded Grayson.

"Alright.", my dad slurred.

"I need a go, no-go for stitch neurosync. Life-sci.", said Grayson.

"Good to go."

"Sub-bio."

"Go."

"Engineering."

"All systems online."
"Go."

"Communications."

"Go for the stitch"

"Medical."

"She's looking good."

"Go. Comm check one-two, one-two."

"I hear you H.O.F. ", I said hearing Grayson chuckle.

"Induce stitch neurosync on my mark, stitch neurosync in three, two, one, mark!"

Woah. Stitching is way more intense then I thought it would be.

"How you doing L.S.?", my dad asked.

"I see Quinn. She's restocking some clothes. Guys I don't see anything unusual."

"Alright. Gray move her to an earlier memory. See if there's any history with the killer."

"Um, okay. I see Quinn, but she's way younger. She's arguing with a pregnant woman.", I said as I walked around the room spotting a picture," It looks like they're related. Or not. There's another picture but there is another woman."

"Her name is Linda Braily. She was Quinn's stepmom. The other woman is Carol Tesley. She died 10 years ago.", said Aunt Camille.

"So the pregnant woman is Linda. Okay um, I'm being pulled. What is that."

"You getting pulled into another memory.", Grayson said.

"Okay this when she was way younger. She's like 8. She is on her dad's back. Ooh! She just punched him in the shoulder."

"Spoiled little brat wasn't she.", said London.

"Wait. He's having a heart attack now. Quinn is just sitting there not doing anything. I see Carol. She's running towards him and calling 911. What the hell! Quinn is just smiling. Devil child!", I exclaimed.

"Hey calm down a little rose bud.", said Grayson.

"Sorry. Okay I'm in another memory."

"25 seconds R.M., you need to bounce out."

"Hold on a sec.", I said trying to make out the memory.

"Just like your mother.", my dad huffed waving his hands in the air.

"Rose, 15 seconds make the bounce now.

As I bounced out, a bunch of other images flashed in my mind. The last one was of a shooting. But it wasn't Quinn. It was Quinn shooting 4 people. I took a deep gasp as my eyes were drawn to the light above me. As I stepped out I looked at everyone in fear. I was scared of what Quinn did. But then again she can't do anything now. She's dead.

"So ladybug what did you see.", said Grayson.

"Towards the end of the stitch, I saw Quinn standing over four people with a gun. I couldn't make out who they were, but all of know is....Quinn is a freaking criminal from the day she was born.

"So I guess we will be bringing 2 people to justice.", said London.

"I guess. When can we stitch again.", I asked turning to my dad.

"Tomorrow. You did good Rose. You did good.