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 5
Lindsay put the case file down on the desk with a frustrated sigh. There was nothing jumping out at her, no leads they’d missed before, no piece of evidence they hadn’t fully explored. Their suspects all had an alibi for at least one of the murders. She leant back in her chair, thinking over everything in her head and still coming up with nothing.
“You alright?” Stella asked from the doorway.
“Yeah, just this case is driving me crazy,” Lindsay smiled as Stella stepped into the office, sitting down in Danny’s chair.
“I saw Don earlier, he said pretty much the same thing,” Stella replied.
“We just don’t have anything, this guy has tortured, raped and killed two women and we have nothing on him,” Lindsay explained, feeling her frustration at the case rise up a notch. “Everything seems to lead to a dead end. The worst part is, I doubt he’s done yet.”
“Well then you just have to keep at it, sooner or later he’ll slip up and that’s when you’ll get him,” Stella told her and Lindsay nodded, she already knew that, somehow it helped to hear it though. She didn’t want to think of how many people might have to be killed before they could get what they needed on this guy.
“I just spoke to Flack,” Danny said as he walked into the room with a file in hand. “He and Angell are thinking we might have more than one perp on our hands. It makes sense; we’ve got a very brutal killing and a meticulous cleaning job.”
“You’re right, that does make sense,” Lindsay agreed wondering why they hadn’t thought of that possibility before.
“I’ve also finally managed to get a hold of Amy Greenwood’s cell phone records, we’re still waiting on Claire Bell’s but this is a start, I don’t know what could be taking them so long,” Danny continued. “Guess who Amy called on Sunday night?” he questioned giving them a second to come up with an answer and continuing when they didn’t. “Craven, she called just before 10pm. We know she was scheduled to meet with Dole at 10 but never showed.”
“So she probably made that phone call within minutes of being kidnapped,” Lindsay finished for him and he nodded.
“Flack’s on his way over here, we’re gonna go talk to Craven again,” Danny stated and Lindsay stood up.
“And I’ll go see if I can light a fire under a few people’s asses and get Claire Bell’s phone records,” she told him nodding to Stella as she left the office. At least this gave her something to do and if they were lucky Danny and Don would get something out of Craven, like a confession. She knew they weren’t that lucky but it would save her the effort of having to find something else to put him away on. The man seriously needed to be in jail, just for the fact that it would annoy him.
- - -
Danny knocked on the door and as expected it was opened by a half naked girl no older than nineteen. She obviously recognised them both right away, the seductive look vanished from her face as soon as she saw them, replaced with a pout as she turned around and walked back into the apartment without a word. Attention was immediately diverted to him and Don as they followed her in, half the girls abandoning what they were doing to stop and stare, for varying reasons he was sure.
“Ramiro, the detectives are here again,” the girl called and Craven appeared once again from the back room looking annoyed at the constant interruptions.
“What now?” he questioned.
“That’s not a great way to greet guests,” Danny commented. “We’re here about a phone call.”
“What call?” Ramiro scowled.
“Amy called you at 9:53 on Sunday night,” Don explained. “We know she never made it to her meeting at the hotel at 10 so that phone call was likely made within minutes of her kidnapping.”
“And you still think I had something to do with it,” Craven stated gesturing for them t o follow him through to the bedroom in the back. He told the three girls in there to leave and from the looks of things Danny thought they may have interrupted something. Craven closed the door behind them, turning angry eyes on the detectives. “Amy called me, said she thought someone was following her, asked me to come pick her up.”
“And did you?” Don questioned.
“No, I told her to get to her meeting at the hotel,” Craven replied and Danny shook his head slightly, disgusted, if he’d just gone to pick her up...
“Did she see the person that was following her?” Don asked his own disgust clear in his voice. He knew if Lindsay called him telling him she thought she was being followed he’d be out of the house so fast no one would see him for dust. Hell, if any of the women he knew thought they were being followed, probably even the guys; he’d be on his way before they could even finish talking.
“I don’t know, she didn’t say. I told her to get to her meeting. She got mad, told me she was done, after that one she was leaving,” Craven replied, leaning back against the dresser, his arms folded over his chest.
“That make you mad?” Danny questioned raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, of course it did,” Ramiro half yelled. “Bitch didn’t know how good she had it. She was nothing before I found her and I gave her a home, money in her pocket and she thinks she can just walk away whenever she feels like it? I don’t think so.”
“So, what, you went over there to teach her a lesson?” Danny asked.
“No, I told her there was no out unless I said do, told her I owned her. I told her to get to her meeting and then get her ass back here or there’d be consequences. Then I hung up on her,” Craven replied, getting himself wound up as he spoke. “Bitch never came back, I never saw her again after that phone call.”
“That’s because she was kidnapped, raped and tortured for two days and killed,” Don reminded him. “If you’d just gone to pick her up, or even just stayed on the phone with her that might not have happened.”
Craven scoffed. “Ain’t my fault.”
Danny could tell Don was annoyed, he was annoyed himself and anything more that Craven had to say would only wind them up further. Even if Craven knew something he wasn’t going to tell them and he still had an alibi for the time of the murder.
“We’ll be in touch again,” Don told him, the words a veiled threat and Danny decided he wanted in on Lindsay’s plan to make sure this guy did jail time for something, anything. The two of them left, getting several looks from the girls who had obviously heard Ramiro shouting. “He’s an ass but I don’t think he has anything to do with the murders,” Don said as they got in the car. “He may have had reason to kill Amy but there’s no evidence he even knew Claire Bell.”
“I think you’re right,” Danny stated. “Still, his ass needs to be in jail.”
“No kidding,” Don replied, starting the car.
- - -
It was the buzzing of a cell phone that woke him and it took him a moment to realise it was his phone and not Jess’s that was buzzing. He disentangled himself from her, the movement waking her up instantly. Grabbing his cell phone he mumbled into it hoping it at least sounded something like his name.
“There’s another body,” Mac’s voice informed him and Don sighed.
“You sure it’s the same guy?” he questioned sitting up, more awake now.
“White sheet, stab wounds, slit throat, body obviously cleaned,” Mac listed off and Don ran a hand over his face as the bed moved and Jess sat up beside him, tired eyes watching him.
“Yeah, that sounds like our guy,” Don replied, telling Mac he’d be there with Jess soon and sighing.
“He killed again?” Jess asked the obvious and Don nodded as he got out of the bed. She followed suit, heading through the bathroom as Don grabbed his pants from earlier and a clean shirt from the closet, changing into them. Jess emerged from the bathroom again and quickly found her jeans, getting dressed as Don headed through to kitchen where he was pretty sure he’d left his keys earlier. He found them on the counter just as Jess joined him, they’d have to get coffee and breakfast later, right now the scene was calling them.
“After this case is done with, we’re sleeping in all morning and then having breakfast in bed before spending the rest of the afternoon sleeping,” Don told her and Jess smiled as she pulled on her jacket, kissing his cheek and heading for the door. He didn’t like the early morning phone calls, having to cancel dates at the last minute because they found a new lead on case or any of the other things that came with the job. At least with Jess though, he didn’t have to explain himself over and over again, hadn’t had to explain it even once. She understood, she lived the same life, had the same problems, it made everything a lot easier.
“Whose turn is it to by breakfast?” Jess questioned as they got in the car. “I think it’s mine.”
“No, it’s mine,” Don replied. “You bought lunch yesterday.”
“I bought a sandwich as I was passing the shop,” Jess said as she got in the passenger seat.
“Still makes it my turn,” Don stated as the two of them headed for the crime scene. They arrived to find Mac and Hawkes already processing the scene. Like the first murder the body had been dumped in an alleyway, naked except for the bloody white sheet she was wrapped in. The girl looked to be Mexican, young like the others had been.
“So, do I need to ask what we’ve got?” Don questioned as he walked over to the two CSI’s.
“We’ve only just started processing,” Mac told them. “It looks like the body was washed again though; we’ve got pretty deep cuts around her wrists so she was probably tied up for some time. Some of the cuts and bruises look like they’ve started healing so they’re probably at least a couple of days old.”
“So he kept her for a couple of days then, like Amy Greenwood,” Jess stated as she walked over to where Hawkes was knelt next to the body. “Needle marks, maybe another drug addict?”
“It would fit,” Don replied.
“This doesn’t though,” Hawkes stated getting everyone’s attention as he lifted something from the body.
“Hair,” Jess said from where she was knelt next to him. “Maybe he messed up this time.”
“Let’s hope so,” Mac said as Hawkes put the hair into an evidence bag and handed it over to Mac.
“Cause of death looks to be the cut throat again but the stab wounds are pretty deep so one of them could probably have finished her off too. She hasn’t been dead long either, probably just a few hours,” Hawkes told them.
“So that would put time of death somewhere around midnight,” Don said as he checked his watch.
“She found the body?” Jess questioned, gesturing to a woman stood just outside the alleyway.
“Yeah, said she was coming home from work, had to stay late to sort out some files and found the body in the entrance to the alley,” Mac explained and Jess stood up. “I’ll go talk to her then I’ll see about getting an ID on our vic, I’m willing to bet she’s in the system.”
“And I’ll go canvas the neighbourhood, see if anyone saw anything,” Don stated as he followed Jess out of the alley. “Waking people up at 2:30 in the morning is always fun.”
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 5
Lindsay put the case file down on the desk with a frustrated sigh. There was nothing jumping out at her, no leads they’d missed before, no piece of evidence they hadn’t fully explored. Their suspects all had an alibi for at least one of the murders. She leant back in her chair, thinking over everything in her head and still coming up with nothing.
“You alright?” Stella asked from the doorway.
“Yeah, just this case is driving me crazy,” Lindsay smiled as Stella stepped into the office, sitting down in Danny’s chair.
“I saw Don earlier, he said pretty much the same thing,” Stella replied.
“We just don’t have anything, this guy has tortured, raped and killed two women and we have nothing on him,” Lindsay explained, feeling her frustration at the case rise up a notch. “Everything seems to lead to a dead end. The worst part is, I doubt he’s done yet.”
“Well then you just have to keep at it, sooner or later he’ll slip up and that’s when you’ll get him,” Stella told her and Lindsay nodded, she already knew that, somehow it helped to hear it though. She didn’t want to think of how many people might have to be killed before they could get what they needed on this guy.
“I just spoke to Flack,” Danny said as he walked into the room with a file in hand. “He and Angell are thinking we might have more than one perp on our hands. It makes sense; we’ve got a very brutal killing and a meticulous cleaning job.”
“You’re right, that does make sense,” Lindsay agreed wondering why they hadn’t thought of that possibility before.
“I’ve also finally managed to get a hold of Amy Greenwood’s cell phone records, we’re still waiting on Claire Bell’s but this is a start, I don’t know what could be taking them so long,” Danny continued. “Guess who Amy called on Sunday night?” he questioned giving them a second to come up with an answer and continuing when they didn’t. “Craven, she called just before 10pm. We know she was scheduled to meet with Dole at 10 but never showed.”
“So she probably made that phone call within minutes of being kidnapped,” Lindsay finished for him and he nodded.
“Flack’s on his way over here, we’re gonna go talk to Craven again,” Danny stated and Lindsay stood up.
“And I’ll go see if I can light a fire under a few people’s asses and get Claire Bell’s phone records,” she told him nodding to Stella as she left the office. At least this gave her something to do and if they were lucky Danny and Don would get something out of Craven, like a confession. She knew they weren’t that lucky but it would save her the effort of having to find something else to put him away on. The man seriously needed to be in jail, just for the fact that it would annoy him.
- - -
Danny knocked on the door and as expected it was opened by a half naked girl no older than nineteen. She obviously recognised them both right away, the seductive look vanished from her face as soon as she saw them, replaced with a pout as she turned around and walked back into the apartment without a word. Attention was immediately diverted to him and Don as they followed her in, half the girls abandoning what they were doing to stop and stare, for varying reasons he was sure.
“Ramiro, the detectives are here again,” the girl called and Craven appeared once again from the back room looking annoyed at the constant interruptions.
“What now?” he questioned.
“That’s not a great way to greet guests,” Danny commented. “We’re here about a phone call.”
“What call?” Ramiro scowled.
“Amy called you at 9:53 on Sunday night,” Don explained. “We know she never made it to her meeting at the hotel at 10 so that phone call was likely made within minutes of her kidnapping.”
“And you still think I had something to do with it,” Craven stated gesturing for them t o follow him through to the bedroom in the back. He told the three girls in there to leave and from the looks of things Danny thought they may have interrupted something. Craven closed the door behind them, turning angry eyes on the detectives. “Amy called me, said she thought someone was following her, asked me to come pick her up.”
“And did you?” Don questioned.
“No, I told her to get to her meeting at the hotel,” Craven replied and Danny shook his head slightly, disgusted, if he’d just gone to pick her up...
“Did she see the person that was following her?” Don asked his own disgust clear in his voice. He knew if Lindsay called him telling him she thought she was being followed he’d be out of the house so fast no one would see him for dust. Hell, if any of the women he knew thought they were being followed, probably even the guys; he’d be on his way before they could even finish talking.
“I don’t know, she didn’t say. I told her to get to her meeting. She got mad, told me she was done, after that one she was leaving,” Craven replied, leaning back against the dresser, his arms folded over his chest.
“That make you mad?” Danny questioned raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, of course it did,” Ramiro half yelled. “Bitch didn’t know how good she had it. She was nothing before I found her and I gave her a home, money in her pocket and she thinks she can just walk away whenever she feels like it? I don’t think so.”
“So, what, you went over there to teach her a lesson?” Danny asked.
“No, I told her there was no out unless I said do, told her I owned her. I told her to get to her meeting and then get her ass back here or there’d be consequences. Then I hung up on her,” Craven replied, getting himself wound up as he spoke. “Bitch never came back, I never saw her again after that phone call.”
“That’s because she was kidnapped, raped and tortured for two days and killed,” Don reminded him. “If you’d just gone to pick her up, or even just stayed on the phone with her that might not have happened.”
Craven scoffed. “Ain’t my fault.”
Danny could tell Don was annoyed, he was annoyed himself and anything more that Craven had to say would only wind them up further. Even if Craven knew something he wasn’t going to tell them and he still had an alibi for the time of the murder.
“We’ll be in touch again,” Don told him, the words a veiled threat and Danny decided he wanted in on Lindsay’s plan to make sure this guy did jail time for something, anything. The two of them left, getting several looks from the girls who had obviously heard Ramiro shouting. “He’s an ass but I don’t think he has anything to do with the murders,” Don said as they got in the car. “He may have had reason to kill Amy but there’s no evidence he even knew Claire Bell.”
“I think you’re right,” Danny stated. “Still, his ass needs to be in jail.”
“No kidding,” Don replied, starting the car.
- - -
It was the buzzing of a cell phone that woke him and it took him a moment to realise it was his phone and not Jess’s that was buzzing. He disentangled himself from her, the movement waking her up instantly. Grabbing his cell phone he mumbled into it hoping it at least sounded something like his name.
“There’s another body,” Mac’s voice informed him and Don sighed.
“You sure it’s the same guy?” he questioned sitting up, more awake now.
“White sheet, stab wounds, slit throat, body obviously cleaned,” Mac listed off and Don ran a hand over his face as the bed moved and Jess sat up beside him, tired eyes watching him.
“Yeah, that sounds like our guy,” Don replied, telling Mac he’d be there with Jess soon and sighing.
“He killed again?” Jess asked the obvious and Don nodded as he got out of the bed. She followed suit, heading through the bathroom as Don grabbed his pants from earlier and a clean shirt from the closet, changing into them. Jess emerged from the bathroom again and quickly found her jeans, getting dressed as Don headed through to kitchen where he was pretty sure he’d left his keys earlier. He found them on the counter just as Jess joined him, they’d have to get coffee and breakfast later, right now the scene was calling them.
“After this case is done with, we’re sleeping in all morning and then having breakfast in bed before spending the rest of the afternoon sleeping,” Don told her and Jess smiled as she pulled on her jacket, kissing his cheek and heading for the door. He didn’t like the early morning phone calls, having to cancel dates at the last minute because they found a new lead on case or any of the other things that came with the job. At least with Jess though, he didn’t have to explain himself over and over again, hadn’t had to explain it even once. She understood, she lived the same life, had the same problems, it made everything a lot easier.
“Whose turn is it to by breakfast?” Jess questioned as they got in the car. “I think it’s mine.”
“No, it’s mine,” Don replied. “You bought lunch yesterday.”
“I bought a sandwich as I was passing the shop,” Jess said as she got in the passenger seat.
“Still makes it my turn,” Don stated as the two of them headed for the crime scene. They arrived to find Mac and Hawkes already processing the scene. Like the first murder the body had been dumped in an alleyway, naked except for the bloody white sheet she was wrapped in. The girl looked to be Mexican, young like the others had been.
“So, do I need to ask what we’ve got?” Don questioned as he walked over to the two CSI’s.
“We’ve only just started processing,” Mac told them. “It looks like the body was washed again though; we’ve got pretty deep cuts around her wrists so she was probably tied up for some time. Some of the cuts and bruises look like they’ve started healing so they’re probably at least a couple of days old.”
“So he kept her for a couple of days then, like Amy Greenwood,” Jess stated as she walked over to where Hawkes was knelt next to the body. “Needle marks, maybe another drug addict?”
“It would fit,” Don replied.
“This doesn’t though,” Hawkes stated getting everyone’s attention as he lifted something from the body.
“Hair,” Jess said from where she was knelt next to him. “Maybe he messed up this time.”
“Let’s hope so,” Mac said as Hawkes put the hair into an evidence bag and handed it over to Mac.
“Cause of death looks to be the cut throat again but the stab wounds are pretty deep so one of them could probably have finished her off too. She hasn’t been dead long either, probably just a few hours,” Hawkes told them.
“So that would put time of death somewhere around midnight,” Don said as he checked his watch.
“She found the body?” Jess questioned, gesturing to a woman stood just outside the alleyway.
“Yeah, said she was coming home from work, had to stay late to sort out some files and found the body in the entrance to the alley,” Mac explained and Jess stood up. “I’ll go talk to her then I’ll see about getting an ID on our vic, I’m willing to bet she’s in the system.”
“And I’ll go canvas the neighbourhood, see if anyone saw anything,” Don stated as he followed Jess out of the alley. “Waking people up at 2:30 in the morning is always fun.”
TBC