The Replacement - Chapter 9
Title: The Replacement - Chapter 9
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me
Jordan Wagner entered the Paramount lot early on Monday morning. Everyone had left early on Friday, even the cleaning crew, so he was there to make sure that all the trash had been taken out. He was tired as he sipped his coffee and grumbled as he was searched by security. Normally Jordan would never be at work this early, but if it meant he was able to have dinner with his family that Friday then he wouldn’t complain.
Once he made it through security Jordan went straight to work. He grabbed his large janitor cart and pushed it down the hall of dressing rooms and offices. He pulled the small trash can out of each room, dumping it’s contents in the large one on his cart. As he emptied the trash from an office near the end of the hall, he heard a thud as something fell to the floor.
Jordan looked down to see a screwdriver by his feet. He bent down to pick up the object when he noticed a red substance dried on the handle and the metal shaft of the tool. He brought it to his face to inspect it closer. Must be fake blood, he thought to himself. A foul smell entered his nostrils. A smell he couldn’t quite place, but it definitely was not the sweet, sugary smell of the Karo syrup blood that was commonly used. Something was horribly wrong with this situation. He dropped the tool suddenly as the realization hit him. This wasn’t fake blood. This was real blood.
--
“Yeah. Okay. We’ll be right there,” Jamie said into her cell phone before closing it and placing it back in her pocket. “Jarrad!” she yelled across the room to her partner who was filling his coffee cup, “We’ve found a potential murder weapon. We need to go. Now.”
The police didn’t have much to support the case after a month and half of investigating. So far they only had minimal evidence: the cut wires of the breaker box and Logan’s severed brakes. There had been no fingerprints to go on and they hadn’t found the weapon used to stab Mike before he fell to his death. But it looked like that was about to change. A large screw driver had been found with blood and was currently in the lab being tested.
Detectives Watson and Rain entered the police lab and were greeted by a technician named Keith Saunders. “Hello Detectives.”
“Keith, please tell me you’ve got something?” Jamie asked.
He pulled out the plastic evidence bag with the screwdriver inside and handed it over to her. “We have confirmed that this was the murder weapon used on Michael Owens. It matches the wound and we found traces of his blood.”
“Any fingerprints?” Jarrad spoke this time.
“Yes, actually. We found two partials and a thumb print. We’re currently running them through the system to see if we get any matches.”
“That’s great. Hopefully we’ll get a hit. We could really use a break in this case.” Jamie crossed her arms over her chest.
“There’s more,” Keith said. “We found another set of DNA on the screw driver.”
Both Jarrad and Jamie perked up hearing this.
“So far there hasn’t been a match on it, but I’ll let you know when we do. This could potentially be the blood of the suspect, but I would say that it’s another victim more than likely.”
“Why do you say that?” the red head asked.
“By the amount of the blood we found, but there’s no way to know for sure at this time.”
Jamie bit the bottom of her lip, deep in thought. They hadn’t received any reports of any more accidents on the set of Big Time Rush, so who could this other victim be? Before she could even contemplate an answer, she was brought out of her thoughts by a beeping noise.
“Looks like we have a match on the fingerprints,” Keith said walking towards the computer.
--
Katelyn Tarver smiled as she sat in her dressing room waiting to be called to set. She only had a few scenes and they were all that morning. She would be out of there by lunchtime and would be able to spend time with her boyfriend David Blaise who was going on tour with his band soon.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Erin Sanders said as she popped her head into the room. “Looking forward to the rest of the week?”
“Oh, definitely,” Katelyn replied. “As soon as I’m out of here, it’s snuggle time with the boyfriend.”
“Snuggle time. Right.” Erin said, playfully winking at her.
Katelyn laughs and decided to have a little fun with Erin. “So, what are you and your ‘best friend’ Stephen doing this weekend?” She used air quotes when saying best friend, knowing there was a little more going on between the two than just friendship, no matter how much the brunette denied it.
She shot the blonde a sideways glance. “Shut up,” she said trying to sound offended, but soon burst out laughing. Katelyn quickly joined her.
“Come on. We better get down to set,” she said standing up.
--
“Are you serious?” Detective Jamie Watson said looking at the name the fingerprints had been matched with. “Are you fucking serious? He doesn’t seem like the type. Does he have any priors?”
Keith pushed a few buttons bringing up the suspect’s history. “Looks like he was arrested when he was 18 for disorderly conduct. He was at a PETA protest and things got out of hand. The charges were dropped though. Other than a couple of parking tickets, this kid has a pretty clean rap.”
Jamie pulled out her cell and called officer Frank Surles. It rang twice before he answered.
“Surles.”
“Frank, it’s Jamie. You still on watch at Curt Hansen’s house?”
“Yeah, been here all weekend.”
“Okay. We’ve gotten some new evidence and we need to question him. Do you think you can bring him in?”
--
Katelyn had finished her last scene of the day and was fixing her make up before leaving. She rummaged around in her purse for some lip gloss but dropped it when she saw a figure in her mirror.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed, clutching her heart for effect.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile.
“It’s no big deal. What are you even doing here? I wasn’t expecting you to be on set today.”
“Yeah, well I wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone. You know how it can be with the security outside of your house.”
She nodded in agreement.
There was an awkward silence.
“Well, I’m going to be leaving soon so….” She was politely asking him to leave.
But he didn’t leave. He just stood there.
Katelyn gave him an odd look as she turned around to leave, but he closed the door. He stood there, blocking her exit.
She let out a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t have time for goofing around right now.”
“Neither do I,” he said as he reached for the guitar string in his pocket. He grabbed a hold of either side, wrapping the ends around his hand. He quickly came up behind her, raising his arms up to bring the string around her throat. He pulled back towards himself tightly.
Katelyn tried to scream, but she did not have any air. Her windpipe was being restricted. She brought her hands up, clawing at the wire around her neck. This pissed the boy off, making him pull tighter causing the guitar string to cut the skin. A thin layer of blood trickled down her neck
She felt light headed and could feel herself slipping away into darkness. She tried her best to fight it, eyes opening wide before slowly closing. Her arms fell limply to her sides and her struggle was over. She was dead.
--
Erin sat down at a small picnic table outside of the studio across from James who was eating a salad. He looked up at her with a smile.
“Where’s Katelyn? You guys are usually connected at the hip.”
“She left already. Her last scene of the day was about thirty minutes ago.” Erin told him.
--
“What do you mean he’s not there?!” Jamie yelled in her phone. “He was supposed to be under your watch.”
Frank held his phone away from his ear in attempt to stifle the sound of the voice on the other side of the phone. “He’s not here, Watson. I don’t know what happened. We followed his car here Friday night and we haven’t seen anyone come or go since. Even his car is still here! I don’t know how we missed him.”
Jamie growled as she slammed the phone down on her desk. “Jarrad!”
Jarrad came running over. “What’s going on?
“Put out an APB on Curt Hansen. He’s currently our number one suspect and he’s missing. We need to find him before he murders again.”
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me
Jordan Wagner entered the Paramount lot early on Monday morning. Everyone had left early on Friday, even the cleaning crew, so he was there to make sure that all the trash had been taken out. He was tired as he sipped his coffee and grumbled as he was searched by security. Normally Jordan would never be at work this early, but if it meant he was able to have dinner with his family that Friday then he wouldn’t complain.
Once he made it through security Jordan went straight to work. He grabbed his large janitor cart and pushed it down the hall of dressing rooms and offices. He pulled the small trash can out of each room, dumping it’s contents in the large one on his cart. As he emptied the trash from an office near the end of the hall, he heard a thud as something fell to the floor.
Jordan looked down to see a screwdriver by his feet. He bent down to pick up the object when he noticed a red substance dried on the handle and the metal shaft of the tool. He brought it to his face to inspect it closer. Must be fake blood, he thought to himself. A foul smell entered his nostrils. A smell he couldn’t quite place, but it definitely was not the sweet, sugary smell of the Karo syrup blood that was commonly used. Something was horribly wrong with this situation. He dropped the tool suddenly as the realization hit him. This wasn’t fake blood. This was real blood.
--
“Yeah. Okay. We’ll be right there,” Jamie said into her cell phone before closing it and placing it back in her pocket. “Jarrad!” she yelled across the room to her partner who was filling his coffee cup, “We’ve found a potential murder weapon. We need to go. Now.”
The police didn’t have much to support the case after a month and half of investigating. So far they only had minimal evidence: the cut wires of the breaker box and Logan’s severed brakes. There had been no fingerprints to go on and they hadn’t found the weapon used to stab Mike before he fell to his death. But it looked like that was about to change. A large screw driver had been found with blood and was currently in the lab being tested.
Detectives Watson and Rain entered the police lab and were greeted by a technician named Keith Saunders. “Hello Detectives.”
“Keith, please tell me you’ve got something?” Jamie asked.
He pulled out the plastic evidence bag with the screwdriver inside and handed it over to her. “We have confirmed that this was the murder weapon used on Michael Owens. It matches the wound and we found traces of his blood.”
“Any fingerprints?” Jarrad spoke this time.
“Yes, actually. We found two partials and a thumb print. We’re currently running them through the system to see if we get any matches.”
“That’s great. Hopefully we’ll get a hit. We could really use a break in this case.” Jamie crossed her arms over her chest.
“There’s more,” Keith said. “We found another set of DNA on the screw driver.”
Both Jarrad and Jamie perked up hearing this.
“So far there hasn’t been a match on it, but I’ll let you know when we do. This could potentially be the blood of the suspect, but I would say that it’s another victim more than likely.”
“Why do you say that?” the red head asked.
“By the amount of the blood we found, but there’s no way to know for sure at this time.”
Jamie bit the bottom of her lip, deep in thought. They hadn’t received any reports of any more accidents on the set of Big Time Rush, so who could this other victim be? Before she could even contemplate an answer, she was brought out of her thoughts by a beeping noise.
“Looks like we have a match on the fingerprints,” Keith said walking towards the computer.
--
Katelyn Tarver smiled as she sat in her dressing room waiting to be called to set. She only had a few scenes and they were all that morning. She would be out of there by lunchtime and would be able to spend time with her boyfriend David Blaise who was going on tour with his band soon.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Erin Sanders said as she popped her head into the room. “Looking forward to the rest of the week?”
“Oh, definitely,” Katelyn replied. “As soon as I’m out of here, it’s snuggle time with the boyfriend.”
“Snuggle time. Right.” Erin said, playfully winking at her.
Katelyn laughs and decided to have a little fun with Erin. “So, what are you and your ‘best friend’ Stephen doing this weekend?” She used air quotes when saying best friend, knowing there was a little more going on between the two than just friendship, no matter how much the brunette denied it.
She shot the blonde a sideways glance. “Shut up,” she said trying to sound offended, but soon burst out laughing. Katelyn quickly joined her.
“Come on. We better get down to set,” she said standing up.
--
“Are you serious?” Detective Jamie Watson said looking at the name the fingerprints had been matched with. “Are you fucking serious? He doesn’t seem like the type. Does he have any priors?”
Keith pushed a few buttons bringing up the suspect’s history. “Looks like he was arrested when he was 18 for disorderly conduct. He was at a PETA protest and things got out of hand. The charges were dropped though. Other than a couple of parking tickets, this kid has a pretty clean rap.”
Jamie pulled out her cell and called officer Frank Surles. It rang twice before he answered.
“Surles.”
“Frank, it’s Jamie. You still on watch at Curt Hansen’s house?”
“Yeah, been here all weekend.”
“Okay. We’ve gotten some new evidence and we need to question him. Do you think you can bring him in?”
--
Katelyn had finished her last scene of the day and was fixing her make up before leaving. She rummaged around in her purse for some lip gloss but dropped it when she saw a figure in her mirror.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed, clutching her heart for effect.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile.
“It’s no big deal. What are you even doing here? I wasn’t expecting you to be on set today.”
“Yeah, well I wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone. You know how it can be with the security outside of your house.”
She nodded in agreement.
There was an awkward silence.
“Well, I’m going to be leaving soon so….” She was politely asking him to leave.
But he didn’t leave. He just stood there.
Katelyn gave him an odd look as she turned around to leave, but he closed the door. He stood there, blocking her exit.
She let out a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t have time for goofing around right now.”
“Neither do I,” he said as he reached for the guitar string in his pocket. He grabbed a hold of either side, wrapping the ends around his hand. He quickly came up behind her, raising his arms up to bring the string around her throat. He pulled back towards himself tightly.
Katelyn tried to scream, but she did not have any air. Her windpipe was being restricted. She brought her hands up, clawing at the wire around her neck. This pissed the boy off, making him pull tighter causing the guitar string to cut the skin. A thin layer of blood trickled down her neck
She felt light headed and could feel herself slipping away into darkness. She tried her best to fight it, eyes opening wide before slowly closing. Her arms fell limply to her sides and her struggle was over. She was dead.
--
Erin sat down at a small picnic table outside of the studio across from James who was eating a salad. He looked up at her with a smile.
“Where’s Katelyn? You guys are usually connected at the hip.”
“She left already. Her last scene of the day was about thirty minutes ago.” Erin told him.
--
“What do you mean he’s not there?!” Jamie yelled in her phone. “He was supposed to be under your watch.”
Frank held his phone away from his ear in attempt to stifle the sound of the voice on the other side of the phone. “He’s not here, Watson. I don’t know what happened. We followed his car here Friday night and we haven’t seen anyone come or go since. Even his car is still here! I don’t know how we missed him.”
Jamie growled as she slammed the phone down on her desk. “Jarrad!”
Jarrad came running over. “What’s going on?
“Put out an APB on Curt Hansen. He’s currently our number one suspect and he’s missing. We need to find him before he murders again.”