CSI:NY part 27
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Danny had taken the forensic tech exam, which was practically identical to the final from his senior level Forensics class, back in July. It was now the last week of August, and he had been called in to meet with the head of the crime lab, Detective Marlow.
"Good morning, sir."
"Messer. Give me one good reason why I should let you work here."
"As the papers you have in front of you say I had a 98% on the exam, you obviously have reservations about my connections with criminals. I haven't seen anyone from the old neighborhood other than my mother since I cuffed my brother after a bar fight last year. The fact that I could attend the Academy means that the brass was comfortable with my family being who they were, and that I don't have a record. I love my brother, but I don't like his life choices. If there have been decorated cops from some of the worst blocks in Harlem, why can't a Staten Island boy from Tanglewood territory?"
Knowing he couldn't argue with that, Dectective Marlow said, "Fine, but you are basically a lab rat for a year, as a type of probation. You'll be a tech for as long as I say, I'll review your record carefully sometime in ‘99, and only if I like what I see will you be allowed to take the Detective exam to become a CSI."
Danny was aware of his lack of power in this situation, so he agreed, "Yes, sir."
"Right, report at 8 on Monday, someone will give you a locker assignment."
When Don arrived at the gym after shift to see Danny knocking the crap out of a heavy bag, he figured it hadn't gone well, but how badly remained to be seen. He grabbed Danny's bad wrist, stopping his tirade.
"You might want to rewrap that. How'd the meeting go?"
Going to sit down along the wall, Danny said, "Terrible. I passed the exam with a great score, but he's keeping me lab-bound for a year, like probation. He even intimated that he could stop me from having any chance at the Detective exam for at least two years."
"Sounds like a crony of my dad's."
"There wasn't any indication of that, otherwise he'd have brought up fraternization issues."
"True. Ready to go home? There's pork chops and a jar of Mama's marinade recipe."
"Yeah, sounds good."
There had been a gristly murder, a woman found torn apart, bits scattered in the water along the Battery shore. The ME had done a really good job reconstructing her, but it was Danny's job to figure out the instrument used. He looked through five huge binders of photos, which took almost two days of doubles, earning himself lots of yelling from Marlow and the Detective in charge. Finally, he realized that the skin was cut with a smooth-edged, short, skinny-triangle knife, like a paring knife, and the cuts were deepened with what seemed to be the serrated edge of a hunting knife. Once the muscle was cut through, she was ripped apart like a roast chicken. Once he realized this, he talked the ME into letting him see one of the upper legs, as he'd seen a smudge on the bone in the photos. Under magnification, it was a fingerprint in some weird oil. The fingerprint went off for identification, and Danny went home.
After a leisurely evening at home with Don, including a shared bath, two rounds of sex, and 6 deep hours of sleep, he was feeling much restored.
He arrived at the lab a bit early, and when he arrived at his station, he found a note from one of the night shift that the fingerprint he found and the dentals from the woman had come back. He didn't give names, but the two had the same address for over a year, up until 2 months ago. The note also said that supposedly the ME had left Marlow a note that Danny was the one that broke the case.
A week later, Danny got a summons to the ADA's office for 4:30.
"Mr Messer, this is to get your report of how you found the fingerprint, Detective Marlow was uncooperative, and the copy of the file he sent over didn't have your report in it. This is out of character for you, as even as a rookie uni you were very prompt to file reports. Are you attempting to obstruct?"
"I am not. I had a preliminary report filed before I left that shift. It was basically a diary accompanied by a big envelope of photos, documenting what I'd tried and what I'd found out, for the two days I spent figuring out the mode of dismemberment. Doc should have mentioned that I visited him to take a look at one of the pieces, where I found the fingerprint on the bone. I have a copy of the final report on a diskette in my bag, if you like."
"That would be appreciated, I’ve seen the photos, so text is enough. I'll be speaking with Marlow about his little problem. He's the one in trouble, not you, Messer."
"Thank you, ma'am. Did you need anything else?"
"No. Your report should stand in for testimony in the trial. I’ll let you know if that changes."
Danny had taken the forensic tech exam, which was practically identical to the final from his senior level Forensics class, back in July. It was now the last week of August, and he had been called in to meet with the head of the crime lab, Detective Marlow.
"Good morning, sir."
"Messer. Give me one good reason why I should let you work here."
"As the papers you have in front of you say I had a 98% on the exam, you obviously have reservations about my connections with criminals. I haven't seen anyone from the old neighborhood other than my mother since I cuffed my brother after a bar fight last year. The fact that I could attend the Academy means that the brass was comfortable with my family being who they were, and that I don't have a record. I love my brother, but I don't like his life choices. If there have been decorated cops from some of the worst blocks in Harlem, why can't a Staten Island boy from Tanglewood territory?"
Knowing he couldn't argue with that, Dectective Marlow said, "Fine, but you are basically a lab rat for a year, as a type of probation. You'll be a tech for as long as I say, I'll review your record carefully sometime in ‘99, and only if I like what I see will you be allowed to take the Detective exam to become a CSI."
Danny was aware of his lack of power in this situation, so he agreed, "Yes, sir."
"Right, report at 8 on Monday, someone will give you a locker assignment."
When Don arrived at the gym after shift to see Danny knocking the crap out of a heavy bag, he figured it hadn't gone well, but how badly remained to be seen. He grabbed Danny's bad wrist, stopping his tirade.
"You might want to rewrap that. How'd the meeting go?"
Going to sit down along the wall, Danny said, "Terrible. I passed the exam with a great score, but he's keeping me lab-bound for a year, like probation. He even intimated that he could stop me from having any chance at the Detective exam for at least two years."
"Sounds like a crony of my dad's."
"There wasn't any indication of that, otherwise he'd have brought up fraternization issues."
"True. Ready to go home? There's pork chops and a jar of Mama's marinade recipe."
"Yeah, sounds good."
There had been a gristly murder, a woman found torn apart, bits scattered in the water along the Battery shore. The ME had done a really good job reconstructing her, but it was Danny's job to figure out the instrument used. He looked through five huge binders of photos, which took almost two days of doubles, earning himself lots of yelling from Marlow and the Detective in charge. Finally, he realized that the skin was cut with a smooth-edged, short, skinny-triangle knife, like a paring knife, and the cuts were deepened with what seemed to be the serrated edge of a hunting knife. Once the muscle was cut through, she was ripped apart like a roast chicken. Once he realized this, he talked the ME into letting him see one of the upper legs, as he'd seen a smudge on the bone in the photos. Under magnification, it was a fingerprint in some weird oil. The fingerprint went off for identification, and Danny went home.
After a leisurely evening at home with Don, including a shared bath, two rounds of sex, and 6 deep hours of sleep, he was feeling much restored.
He arrived at the lab a bit early, and when he arrived at his station, he found a note from one of the night shift that the fingerprint he found and the dentals from the woman had come back. He didn't give names, but the two had the same address for over a year, up until 2 months ago. The note also said that supposedly the ME had left Marlow a note that Danny was the one that broke the case.
A week later, Danny got a summons to the ADA's office for 4:30.
"Mr Messer, this is to get your report of how you found the fingerprint, Detective Marlow was uncooperative, and the copy of the file he sent over didn't have your report in it. This is out of character for you, as even as a rookie uni you were very prompt to file reports. Are you attempting to obstruct?"
"I am not. I had a preliminary report filed before I left that shift. It was basically a diary accompanied by a big envelope of photos, documenting what I'd tried and what I'd found out, for the two days I spent figuring out the mode of dismemberment. Doc should have mentioned that I visited him to take a look at one of the pieces, where I found the fingerprint on the bone. I have a copy of the final report on a diskette in my bag, if you like."
"That would be appreciated, I’ve seen the photos, so text is enough. I'll be speaking with Marlow about his little problem. He's the one in trouble, not you, Messer."
"Thank you, ma'am. Did you need anything else?"
"No. Your report should stand in for testimony in the trial. I’ll let you know if that changes."