Fanfic - A Deadly Desire
Title: A Deadly Desire
Fandom: CSI New York
Pairing: Flack/Angell, Danny/Lindsay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When body's begin piling up and evidence is scarce the team face one of their hardest cases, and the worst is yet to come.
Chapter 4
Lindsay hadn’t liked being in Craven’s apartment the first time and the second time didn’t prove to be much better. The girls had their eyes all over Danny, Craven’s were all over her, only this time there was much more hostility coming from the man. He’d been less than pleased when one of the half naked girls once again led them into his apartment. He’d come through from the back room with an angry glare on his face, cursing yet another interruption to his ‘business’.
“And what business is that exactly?” Danny questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“My girl’s here are personal shoppers,” Craven replied with a smirk and Lindsay glanced at some of the girls.
“Specialising in lingerie I presume,” she commented and Craven turned his eyes on her.
“You know, you and that other pretty cop would make excellent ‘personal shoppers’, if you could learn to control your mouths,” he told them, the whole sentence dripping with innuendo and Lindsay bit back a smile as Danny stepped forward looking less than pleased. It was a shame Don wasn’t here, she was sure it would have been interesting to see his reaction too.
“We came to talk to you about the money Amy was putting aside,” Danny stated and Craven looked wide eyed for a second, glancing at his other girls as though afraid they’d over hear, get ideas of their own. He motioned them through the back room which turned out to be a bedroom, one smelling of sweat and cigarettes.
“What money?” Craven questioned after he’d closed the door behind them.
“Amy Greenwood was putting money aside, had been for a while, she almost had enough saved up to leave here. She was going to quit your ‘personal shopping’ business,” Danny explained. “I’m sure that didn’t go down well. Maybe you got mad, you gave her a place here, a job, she owed you right? Then she thought she could just walk out on you.”
“I had no idea that Amy was putting money aside, I had no idea that she was planning on going anywhere,” Carven told them angrily and Lindsay could see what his reaction would have been if he had known, if he had found out.
“Why did you stop going for breakfast at Millie’s Diner?” Lindsay asked.
“What?” Craven questioned, confused.
“You went there for breakfast all the time, you stopped around the same time Amy was killed. Trying to avoid the client that you let down when Amy didn’t show up for her appointment?” Danny asked.
“I had no idea that Amy never made that appointment until your friends showed up here to tell me she was dead. I was avoiding someone else, another client, one who was extremely unhappy with the services I provide. He’s a big guy, lots of big friends and they knew they could find me at that diner so I stopped going,” Craven explained. “I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with Amy’s death. I had no reason to kill her.”
“Not even if she was planning to leave?” Lindsay asked.
“I didn’t know about that but even if I did, these girls get ideas in their heads all the time, sometimes they try to leave but they come crawling back in the end,” Craven told them, smug arrogance radiating off him. He thought he was untouchable and Lindsay decided that at some point she was going to have to find some evidence that would get him arrested, if nothing more than to wipe the grin off his face.
“I’m sure we’ll be in touch with you again,” Danny said as he and Lindsay turned to leave the room.
“Detectives,” Craven called and they both stopped turning back to him. “I didn’t know anything about the money but it came from my business, it’s mine, it should come back to me now.”
“The money was Amy’s, it has nothing to do with you,” Lindsay told him and walked out of the room, Danny close behind her.
- - -
The case was already getting cold and it hadn’t even been open that long. If it weren’t for the fact that Don was sure there’d be another body he would be expecting it to end up in the unsolveds. They had two bodies, two crimes scenes, no evidence, no witnesses and the feeling things were going to get worse on this one. He could already tell it was going to be one of those cases, the ones he just wanted to forget about once they were closed but until then wouldn’t be able to get out of his head.
He sat back in his chair lifting the file in his hands so he could still read it. The words burned themselves into his brain, every piece of information filing itself away so it could be recalled easily if he needed it. There wasn’t a whole lot, names, faces, places, the details of the crimes, but his brain was already starting to tire. He looked at Jess who had pulled up a chair beside his desk, another file in her hand as she attempted to do the same as him.
“I can’t believe how little we have,” she said, not looking up from the file. “Two bodies and hardly anything.”
“The only connection between the victims is the fact they’ve both been arrested before, multiple times. Other than that they live completely different lives, different neighbourhoods, different friends, different jobs, different lifestyles,” Don summed up, putting the file down on the desk and stretching out. He had never liked sitting in one place for long periods of time, neither did Jess and being cooped up in the precinct reading files and making phone calls for hours was doing neither of them any good.
“Maybe that is the connection, maybe our two victims were targeted because of their criminal backgrounds,” Jess suggested and Don nodded, it was a possibility. “But why, what could the killer hope to gain by killing a prostitute and a drug addict?”
“I don’t know, maybe he feels like he’s doing us a favour?” Don said, it wouldn’t be the first time in his career he’d come across a vigilante killer. “But then he tortures, rapes and kills them, that’s not the MO of someone who thinks they’re doing the world a service, it makes him worse than the people they kill.”
“He’s meticulous in his covering of the crime, the bodies are washed thoroughly, he doesn’t leave any of himself on the victims but the crime itself is brutal and messy,” Jess stated thoughtfully, staring at the desk as though she though the answers would jump out of it at her. She sighed, the tips of her finger rubbing roughly at her eyes.
“It’s late, we should go home and sleep,” Don stated as he watched her. “Come back tomorrow with fresh eyes and clearer heads, maybe we’ll find something we missed before.”
Jess looked reluctant but nodded her head, closing the file she still had in her hands and putting it on top of the others. Don took them all, putting them away before meeting Jess in the locker room. They were both tired, they’d been up early and working late for the last few days and it was beginning to catch up to them now. A decent night’s sleep would do them both the world of good.
“Your place or mine,” he questioned, somehow there was no question that wherever they went it would be together.
“Yours is closer,” Jess stated closing her locker and flicking her hair out of the leather jacket she’d just pulled on. “And we should stop for food on the way.”
- - -
Danny collapsed onto his couch, footsteps sounding behind him for a few moments before Lindsay dropped down next to him with a take-out menu in hand. She scanned through it quickly, both of them already knowing what she’d order before she handed it over to him. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, reaching for the home phone seeming like too much of an effort and dialled the number ordering for both him and Lindsay.
“Thirty five minutes,” Danny stated.
“They always say that, then arrive in twenty,” Lindsay said moving herself so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
“Maybe they’re trying to impress us,” Danny said. “Telling us it’ll take longer than it actually will and then turning up fifteen minutes earlier.”
He grabbed the remote for the TV, flicking through channels and discovering once again that late night television was terrible. There were a few bad movies on, some cheesy TV programmes, a few chat shows. There were a lot of cop shows on, they seemed to be very popular but for Danny and Lindsay it was just a reminder of work that they didn’t need when they were at home.
“DVD?” Danny questioned, resorting to the usual choice.
“Yep, but you’re getting up to put it on,” Lindsay told him making no move to get her head off his shoulder, no move to do it herself.
“Fine, but I get to choose,” he sighed and dragged himself up from the couch, watching Lindsay make herself comfortable on it again, laying down and stretching her legs out where he’d been sat. “I am coming back you know.”
Lindsay hummed acknowledgement of his words, closing her eyes and once again not giving any indication she was going to move. He grabbed the first DVD his hand came to knowing that neither of them were particularly interested in watching anything, his mind was caught up between thinking about the case and trying to switch off. He went to the kitchen, letting the intro play through while he grabbed both him and Lindsay a drink, putting them both on the coffee table before laying down on the couch beside Lindsay, positioning himself between her and the couch, his arm draped over her waist.
Lindsay turned to look at him, her eyebrow raised as the DVD finished with its previews and the actual movie started. “Men in Black?” she questioned.
“What, it’s a good movie,” Danny defended. He was actually drifting to sleep by the time there was a knock on the door and he realised Lindsay actually had fallen asleep. He climbed over her, going to answer it and paying for the food, taking it back over to the couch and waking Lindsay to eat. Food and then bed, sounded good to him.
TBC
Fandom: CSI New York
Pairing: Flack/Angell, Danny/Lindsay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When body's begin piling up and evidence is scarce the team face one of their hardest cases, and the worst is yet to come.
Chapter 4
Lindsay hadn’t liked being in Craven’s apartment the first time and the second time didn’t prove to be much better. The girls had their eyes all over Danny, Craven’s were all over her, only this time there was much more hostility coming from the man. He’d been less than pleased when one of the half naked girls once again led them into his apartment. He’d come through from the back room with an angry glare on his face, cursing yet another interruption to his ‘business’.
“And what business is that exactly?” Danny questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“My girl’s here are personal shoppers,” Craven replied with a smirk and Lindsay glanced at some of the girls.
“Specialising in lingerie I presume,” she commented and Craven turned his eyes on her.
“You know, you and that other pretty cop would make excellent ‘personal shoppers’, if you could learn to control your mouths,” he told them, the whole sentence dripping with innuendo and Lindsay bit back a smile as Danny stepped forward looking less than pleased. It was a shame Don wasn’t here, she was sure it would have been interesting to see his reaction too.
“We came to talk to you about the money Amy was putting aside,” Danny stated and Craven looked wide eyed for a second, glancing at his other girls as though afraid they’d over hear, get ideas of their own. He motioned them through the back room which turned out to be a bedroom, one smelling of sweat and cigarettes.
“What money?” Craven questioned after he’d closed the door behind them.
“Amy Greenwood was putting money aside, had been for a while, she almost had enough saved up to leave here. She was going to quit your ‘personal shopping’ business,” Danny explained. “I’m sure that didn’t go down well. Maybe you got mad, you gave her a place here, a job, she owed you right? Then she thought she could just walk out on you.”
“I had no idea that Amy was putting money aside, I had no idea that she was planning on going anywhere,” Carven told them angrily and Lindsay could see what his reaction would have been if he had known, if he had found out.
“Why did you stop going for breakfast at Millie’s Diner?” Lindsay asked.
“What?” Craven questioned, confused.
“You went there for breakfast all the time, you stopped around the same time Amy was killed. Trying to avoid the client that you let down when Amy didn’t show up for her appointment?” Danny asked.
“I had no idea that Amy never made that appointment until your friends showed up here to tell me she was dead. I was avoiding someone else, another client, one who was extremely unhappy with the services I provide. He’s a big guy, lots of big friends and they knew they could find me at that diner so I stopped going,” Craven explained. “I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with Amy’s death. I had no reason to kill her.”
“Not even if she was planning to leave?” Lindsay asked.
“I didn’t know about that but even if I did, these girls get ideas in their heads all the time, sometimes they try to leave but they come crawling back in the end,” Craven told them, smug arrogance radiating off him. He thought he was untouchable and Lindsay decided that at some point she was going to have to find some evidence that would get him arrested, if nothing more than to wipe the grin off his face.
“I’m sure we’ll be in touch with you again,” Danny said as he and Lindsay turned to leave the room.
“Detectives,” Craven called and they both stopped turning back to him. “I didn’t know anything about the money but it came from my business, it’s mine, it should come back to me now.”
“The money was Amy’s, it has nothing to do with you,” Lindsay told him and walked out of the room, Danny close behind her.
- - -
The case was already getting cold and it hadn’t even been open that long. If it weren’t for the fact that Don was sure there’d be another body he would be expecting it to end up in the unsolveds. They had two bodies, two crimes scenes, no evidence, no witnesses and the feeling things were going to get worse on this one. He could already tell it was going to be one of those cases, the ones he just wanted to forget about once they were closed but until then wouldn’t be able to get out of his head.
He sat back in his chair lifting the file in his hands so he could still read it. The words burned themselves into his brain, every piece of information filing itself away so it could be recalled easily if he needed it. There wasn’t a whole lot, names, faces, places, the details of the crimes, but his brain was already starting to tire. He looked at Jess who had pulled up a chair beside his desk, another file in her hand as she attempted to do the same as him.
“I can’t believe how little we have,” she said, not looking up from the file. “Two bodies and hardly anything.”
“The only connection between the victims is the fact they’ve both been arrested before, multiple times. Other than that they live completely different lives, different neighbourhoods, different friends, different jobs, different lifestyles,” Don summed up, putting the file down on the desk and stretching out. He had never liked sitting in one place for long periods of time, neither did Jess and being cooped up in the precinct reading files and making phone calls for hours was doing neither of them any good.
“Maybe that is the connection, maybe our two victims were targeted because of their criminal backgrounds,” Jess suggested and Don nodded, it was a possibility. “But why, what could the killer hope to gain by killing a prostitute and a drug addict?”
“I don’t know, maybe he feels like he’s doing us a favour?” Don said, it wouldn’t be the first time in his career he’d come across a vigilante killer. “But then he tortures, rapes and kills them, that’s not the MO of someone who thinks they’re doing the world a service, it makes him worse than the people they kill.”
“He’s meticulous in his covering of the crime, the bodies are washed thoroughly, he doesn’t leave any of himself on the victims but the crime itself is brutal and messy,” Jess stated thoughtfully, staring at the desk as though she though the answers would jump out of it at her. She sighed, the tips of her finger rubbing roughly at her eyes.
“It’s late, we should go home and sleep,” Don stated as he watched her. “Come back tomorrow with fresh eyes and clearer heads, maybe we’ll find something we missed before.”
Jess looked reluctant but nodded her head, closing the file she still had in her hands and putting it on top of the others. Don took them all, putting them away before meeting Jess in the locker room. They were both tired, they’d been up early and working late for the last few days and it was beginning to catch up to them now. A decent night’s sleep would do them both the world of good.
“Your place or mine,” he questioned, somehow there was no question that wherever they went it would be together.
“Yours is closer,” Jess stated closing her locker and flicking her hair out of the leather jacket she’d just pulled on. “And we should stop for food on the way.”
- - -
Danny collapsed onto his couch, footsteps sounding behind him for a few moments before Lindsay dropped down next to him with a take-out menu in hand. She scanned through it quickly, both of them already knowing what she’d order before she handed it over to him. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, reaching for the home phone seeming like too much of an effort and dialled the number ordering for both him and Lindsay.
“Thirty five minutes,” Danny stated.
“They always say that, then arrive in twenty,” Lindsay said moving herself so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
“Maybe they’re trying to impress us,” Danny said. “Telling us it’ll take longer than it actually will and then turning up fifteen minutes earlier.”
He grabbed the remote for the TV, flicking through channels and discovering once again that late night television was terrible. There were a few bad movies on, some cheesy TV programmes, a few chat shows. There were a lot of cop shows on, they seemed to be very popular but for Danny and Lindsay it was just a reminder of work that they didn’t need when they were at home.
“DVD?” Danny questioned, resorting to the usual choice.
“Yep, but you’re getting up to put it on,” Lindsay told him making no move to get her head off his shoulder, no move to do it herself.
“Fine, but I get to choose,” he sighed and dragged himself up from the couch, watching Lindsay make herself comfortable on it again, laying down and stretching her legs out where he’d been sat. “I am coming back you know.”
Lindsay hummed acknowledgement of his words, closing her eyes and once again not giving any indication she was going to move. He grabbed the first DVD his hand came to knowing that neither of them were particularly interested in watching anything, his mind was caught up between thinking about the case and trying to switch off. He went to the kitchen, letting the intro play through while he grabbed both him and Lindsay a drink, putting them both on the coffee table before laying down on the couch beside Lindsay, positioning himself between her and the couch, his arm draped over her waist.
Lindsay turned to look at him, her eyebrow raised as the DVD finished with its previews and the actual movie started. “Men in Black?” she questioned.
“What, it’s a good movie,” Danny defended. He was actually drifting to sleep by the time there was a knock on the door and he realised Lindsay actually had fallen asleep. He climbed over her, going to answer it and paying for the food, taking it back over to the couch and waking Lindsay to eat. Food and then bed, sounded good to him.
TBC