Crime Scene: Golden Doll
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Murder
Summary: Adam Lambert is a detective, searching clues for a homocide case. Kris is a police officer.
A/N: Told you, just had to do one more little ficlet. This one doesn't really have Kris and Adam doing anything with each other, other than flirting a little, not much really.Author:
theromancestory
I walked in the street, the only light was the street lamp glowing the dark, spiral alleyways. I walked straight to the police car to spot Kris Allen, NYPD and fellow crush. Kris noticed me and stood up from leaning on his car, "We received a report on gunfire in one of these houses, but it's strange. You have to see this for yourself. The person who called us in was Barbara Young. She's 68 years old and she lives at the house on the right." Very strange indeed. Being where beach houses sat and young women being killed. I nodded to Kris.
"Thanks," I said. I followed Kris down to the 'haunting' beach house. Everything was quiet, giving off an eerie atmosphere. The only thing you could hear was the sound of waves crashing and our shoes crumbling the sand beneath our feet. We finally arrived at the woman's beach house and went in to see an old lady holding her cat, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair. A fire lit by her side.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Young, could you please tell us what you saw?" I knelt down beside her.
"I told everything I know to that nice officer," she started, pointing her shakey finger at Kris. "I didn't see anything. I'm not a meddlesome person, but for half a year now, people were going through this place like it was some kind of highway. And those women..."
"You didn't see anything, but you called the police, why?"
"It was 2:49 AM when I heard the gunfire."
I lifted an eyebrow, though she didn't notice in the black eerie room. You remember the exact time, but you are not a meddlesome person? I asked myself. I stood up and glanced at Kris, "Did you see the shooter?"
"No, but I've seen a car leave. It was a blue Ford. I've written down its plate numbers, here..." She gave me a note on it and I lightly grabbed it out of her shakey hands. 'R85853' The numbers read.
"Thank you," I said, pulling Kris's arm and exited immediatly. We walked up to the house that was next to Barbara's, an empty lot. We arrived in the living room to notice the crime scene. A young blonde woman with a sheet over her back to hide her nude body, blood spilt by the back of her head. The only light that shined in was the broken glass and the moon shining through it. I knelt down beside her, "Markings on her wrists and on her neck as if she was wearing a necklace that was ripped off. Get the DNA people to have a closer look at that," I told Kris. He nodded and stood by the wall in the back of the room. I went to the broken glass of th window, shards on the floor. "It seems someone was shooting from the outside." I took out my fingerprint brush after putting it in the dust, carefully wiping it on a broken shard, "Nothing..."
I got up off the floor and walked down the hallway and exited the house with Kris following. I went to the next house to see tire tracks in front. "Tire tracks... Probably from the car Miss Young was talking about," I heard Kris say. I nodded and took a step on the deck, noticing a necklace in front of the door. I picked it up and put it in a bag. I opened the door and to the corner of my eye, I noticed a gun and two bullets, "Possible murder weapon," Kris spoke. I put them in another bag and went down the hallway, coming into the living room with furniture broken and knocked over.
"This looks like another crime scene. I picked something up from the fireplace and noticed it was a burned drivers license. I looked at the fireplace and blood splattered the side of it. I took a sample with my fingerprint tape, then put it away. I turned to Kris, his eyes already seductively brown in the low light of the moon shining through, "Close this house off, too."
"Okay, Adam."
"Do you know who this house belongs to?"
"No, sir. Not yet. HQ is working on that as we speak."
"OK, I'll be at the PD." No matter how much I didn't want to leave Kris, I had to do my job.
Once I arrived at my desk, I took out everything I found and put it on my desk. I took out my fingerprint brush and dusted it, placing over the objects. Random fingerprints popped up and I took out the fingerprint tape, recording it for the findings. I took my money that was on the desk and placed it my pocket and went to the report drawer.
beach houses Ia Ib;
owner - Burt Wilco,
address:
Irvine Blv 319;
I placed all of the findings on my billboard and placed things together. I was heading to Burt Wilco's apartment.
At the Apartment
I walked down the long corridor and turned left at the address, ringing the doorbell. A bulky man opened the door a little, to only see his face. "Burt Wilco?" I asked.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Police, can I come in? I have few questions.."
"No, you can't. What do you want?"
"Are you the owner of the two beach houses?"
"Maybe."
"Where were you yesterday around 3 AM?"
"I've been working all night and I rent both of those houses for a half a year now. Why the hell do you ask?"
"You rent that to who?"
"I don't know. He called and agreed on the rules. One guy comes by every month and leaves the money."
"What's this guy's name?"
"Hmm... Beck... no! Bell... but I'm not sure. Anything else?"
"That's all. I'll keep my eye on you, don't leave town." He closed the door slowly and seemingly locked it. I walked out of the corridor and went straight to the PD.
In his Office!
I took out another report that was recently given to me.
Gun: 9 mm caliber.
It was used at the Golden Doll club shootout three days ago.
Burned drivers license:
The first letter of the name 'B' and the last two 'LL.'
Blood sample:
Male, RH+
Plate Numbers:
(Owner:) Cassidy Haley
Fingerprint from the gun:
No match
Fingerprint from the gunshells:
No match
I knew I was getting close, I just could feel it! I added the report to my billboard and went to the store after noticing an old poor man next to the closed "Golden Doll" club. I bought a blanket and some bread to help with bribing for information. I gave him the blanket first and he replied right after, "Thank you. How can I thank you?"
"Have you heard about the shootout in this club?"
"I didn't hear anything, but I've seen some of it. The two guys came here often before it closed down. They always had a guy or a chick. One is small and skinny, the other was big as a tree... pale."
"Pale?"
"You know, blonde hair, white skin. I don't know what it was all about, but the pale dude took out his gun and shot the other one. He couldn't miss..."
"OK," I said, taking out the bread. I gave him some and he started back up.
"Thanks. I remember something... Those guys used to drive a blue Ford. Their driver was a guy who worked at the gas station nearby."
"Thanks." I walked back to the PD.
I looked at the report drawer again to find a new report.
RB5853 - blue Ford - seen on gas station
Golden Doll Victim - Cassidy Haley
I added the report on my wall with the others, placing more information on the spot. I headed to the gas station.
At the Gas station
I walked to the closed gas station to notice the door was open and the glass was broke. I quickly went inside and saw a pamphlet for a motel "Sunset Motel." I went to the poster of the employee of the month. The picture was of a man named Bradley Bell. I took it, hoping it was the guy Wilco was talking about earlier. I went to the opened cash register to notice a blood stained hankerchief and a bank locker key 6812. I took both of them carefully and put it as evidence. I went to Brad Bell's work jacket and saw a piece of paper hanging out of it. I snatched and put that as evidence. I headed back to the PD.
I fingerprinted the two pieces of evidence, the pamphlet, and took a blood sample of the hankerchief. I put the drivers license and the poster together, creating a path to Brad. Heading to the Oceanic Bank.
As soon as I got to the bank, I opened bank locker 6812 that revealed Brad Bell's notebook. I took it carefully and headed back to the PD.
When I got back to my office, I opened the notebook up to reveal a page labeling:
delivered - 358814
room number I4
As I read it, I thought room number?... as in hotel room number? I ripped the page out of the book and placed it on my board. Realizing, "Sunset Motel - room number I4." I went back to the report drawer and noticed another report:
hankerchief blood sample
Brad Bell blood sample
Brad Bell's blood was at the crime scene and his fingerprint were on the victim's necklace. I finally found out who did it and I was heading to the "Sunset Motel."
So... Mr. Bell...
A mighty rich gas station clerk. A driver. His prints were on the victim's necklace and his blood and burned driver's license inside the house next door. He definetly was involved. Just wondering if he's still alive though... If Mr. Bell is just another victim here - then it leaves us with the "albino." And now I know where to exactly find him.
I rushed down the alleys, making my way to the motel. I finally rushed in the corridor with Kris behind me, my hand extended the gun as Kris broke the door down. The guy was caught smoking and he quickly threw it out, lost for words. He put his hands up as I slung my handcuffs around my fingers. Sauli... Should've known. He was going to jail for a long time.
Cassidy
Sauli
Bradley (Cheeks)
They took care of loney, lost males or females.
They kept them in one of the houses near the beach.
Extortion money was good... Too good.
Sauli told us he got in a fight with Cassidy near the Golden Doll.
It was about the share of money.
...He said he killed him by accident...
Brad, however, was lured by Sauli to the beach house.
He shot him and burned his stuff.
He wanted to burn the body later...
He shot him from the cabin next door to the one with the girl tied up at.
The bullet went through the wall, through the window, and hitting the girl in the head.
She was tied up and sitting in the line of fire.
Unlucky squared...
We still don't know who she was...
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Murder
Summary: Adam Lambert is a detective, searching clues for a homocide case. Kris is a police officer.
A/N: Told you, just had to do one more little ficlet. This one doesn't really have Kris and Adam doing anything with each other, other than flirting a little, not much really.Author:
theromancestory
I walked in the street, the only light was the street lamp glowing the dark, spiral alleyways. I walked straight to the police car to spot Kris Allen, NYPD and fellow crush. Kris noticed me and stood up from leaning on his car, "We received a report on gunfire in one of these houses, but it's strange. You have to see this for yourself. The person who called us in was Barbara Young. She's 68 years old and she lives at the house on the right." Very strange indeed. Being where beach houses sat and young women being killed. I nodded to Kris.
"Thanks," I said. I followed Kris down to the 'haunting' beach house. Everything was quiet, giving off an eerie atmosphere. The only thing you could hear was the sound of waves crashing and our shoes crumbling the sand beneath our feet. We finally arrived at the woman's beach house and went in to see an old lady holding her cat, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair. A fire lit by her side.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Young, could you please tell us what you saw?" I knelt down beside her.
"I told everything I know to that nice officer," she started, pointing her shakey finger at Kris. "I didn't see anything. I'm not a meddlesome person, but for half a year now, people were going through this place like it was some kind of highway. And those women..."
"You didn't see anything, but you called the police, why?"
"It was 2:49 AM when I heard the gunfire."
I lifted an eyebrow, though she didn't notice in the black eerie room. You remember the exact time, but you are not a meddlesome person? I asked myself. I stood up and glanced at Kris, "Did you see the shooter?"
"No, but I've seen a car leave. It was a blue Ford. I've written down its plate numbers, here..." She gave me a note on it and I lightly grabbed it out of her shakey hands. 'R85853' The numbers read.
"Thank you," I said, pulling Kris's arm and exited immediatly. We walked up to the house that was next to Barbara's, an empty lot. We arrived in the living room to notice the crime scene. A young blonde woman with a sheet over her back to hide her nude body, blood spilt by the back of her head. The only light that shined in was the broken glass and the moon shining through it. I knelt down beside her, "Markings on her wrists and on her neck as if she was wearing a necklace that was ripped off. Get the DNA people to have a closer look at that," I told Kris. He nodded and stood by the wall in the back of the room. I went to the broken glass of th window, shards on the floor. "It seems someone was shooting from the outside." I took out my fingerprint brush after putting it in the dust, carefully wiping it on a broken shard, "Nothing..."
I got up off the floor and walked down the hallway and exited the house with Kris following. I went to the next house to see tire tracks in front. "Tire tracks... Probably from the car Miss Young was talking about," I heard Kris say. I nodded and took a step on the deck, noticing a necklace in front of the door. I picked it up and put it in a bag. I opened the door and to the corner of my eye, I noticed a gun and two bullets, "Possible murder weapon," Kris spoke. I put them in another bag and went down the hallway, coming into the living room with furniture broken and knocked over.
"This looks like another crime scene. I picked something up from the fireplace and noticed it was a burned drivers license. I looked at the fireplace and blood splattered the side of it. I took a sample with my fingerprint tape, then put it away. I turned to Kris, his eyes already seductively brown in the low light of the moon shining through, "Close this house off, too."
"Okay, Adam."
"Do you know who this house belongs to?"
"No, sir. Not yet. HQ is working on that as we speak."
"OK, I'll be at the PD." No matter how much I didn't want to leave Kris, I had to do my job.
Once I arrived at my desk, I took out everything I found and put it on my desk. I took out my fingerprint brush and dusted it, placing over the objects. Random fingerprints popped up and I took out the fingerprint tape, recording it for the findings. I took my money that was on the desk and placed it my pocket and went to the report drawer.
beach houses Ia Ib;
owner - Burt Wilco,
address:
Irvine Blv 319;
I placed all of the findings on my billboard and placed things together. I was heading to Burt Wilco's apartment.
At the Apartment
I walked down the long corridor and turned left at the address, ringing the doorbell. A bulky man opened the door a little, to only see his face. "Burt Wilco?" I asked.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Police, can I come in? I have few questions.."
"No, you can't. What do you want?"
"Are you the owner of the two beach houses?"
"Maybe."
"Where were you yesterday around 3 AM?"
"I've been working all night and I rent both of those houses for a half a year now. Why the hell do you ask?"
"You rent that to who?"
"I don't know. He called and agreed on the rules. One guy comes by every month and leaves the money."
"What's this guy's name?"
"Hmm... Beck... no! Bell... but I'm not sure. Anything else?"
"That's all. I'll keep my eye on you, don't leave town." He closed the door slowly and seemingly locked it. I walked out of the corridor and went straight to the PD.
In his Office!
I took out another report that was recently given to me.
Gun: 9 mm caliber.
It was used at the Golden Doll club shootout three days ago.
Burned drivers license:
The first letter of the name 'B' and the last two 'LL.'
Blood sample:
Male, RH+
Plate Numbers:
(Owner:) Cassidy Haley
Fingerprint from the gun:
No match
Fingerprint from the gunshells:
No match
I knew I was getting close, I just could feel it! I added the report to my billboard and went to the store after noticing an old poor man next to the closed "Golden Doll" club. I bought a blanket and some bread to help with bribing for information. I gave him the blanket first and he replied right after, "Thank you. How can I thank you?"
"Have you heard about the shootout in this club?"
"I didn't hear anything, but I've seen some of it. The two guys came here often before it closed down. They always had a guy or a chick. One is small and skinny, the other was big as a tree... pale."
"Pale?"
"You know, blonde hair, white skin. I don't know what it was all about, but the pale dude took out his gun and shot the other one. He couldn't miss..."
"OK," I said, taking out the bread. I gave him some and he started back up.
"Thanks. I remember something... Those guys used to drive a blue Ford. Their driver was a guy who worked at the gas station nearby."
"Thanks." I walked back to the PD.
I looked at the report drawer again to find a new report.
RB5853 - blue Ford - seen on gas station
Golden Doll Victim - Cassidy Haley
I added the report on my wall with the others, placing more information on the spot. I headed to the gas station.
At the Gas station
I walked to the closed gas station to notice the door was open and the glass was broke. I quickly went inside and saw a pamphlet for a motel "Sunset Motel." I went to the poster of the employee of the month. The picture was of a man named Bradley Bell. I took it, hoping it was the guy Wilco was talking about earlier. I went to the opened cash register to notice a blood stained hankerchief and a bank locker key 6812. I took both of them carefully and put it as evidence. I went to Brad Bell's work jacket and saw a piece of paper hanging out of it. I snatched and put that as evidence. I headed back to the PD.
I fingerprinted the two pieces of evidence, the pamphlet, and took a blood sample of the hankerchief. I put the drivers license and the poster together, creating a path to Brad. Heading to the Oceanic Bank.
As soon as I got to the bank, I opened bank locker 6812 that revealed Brad Bell's notebook. I took it carefully and headed back to the PD.
When I got back to my office, I opened the notebook up to reveal a page labeling:
delivered - 358814
room number I4
As I read it, I thought room number?... as in hotel room number? I ripped the page out of the book and placed it on my board. Realizing, "Sunset Motel - room number I4." I went back to the report drawer and noticed another report:
hankerchief blood sample
Brad Bell blood sample
Brad Bell's blood was at the crime scene and his fingerprint were on the victim's necklace. I finally found out who did it and I was heading to the "Sunset Motel."
So... Mr. Bell...
A mighty rich gas station clerk. A driver. His prints were on the victim's necklace and his blood and burned driver's license inside the house next door. He definetly was involved. Just wondering if he's still alive though... If Mr. Bell is just another victim here - then it leaves us with the "albino." And now I know where to exactly find him.
I rushed down the alleys, making my way to the motel. I finally rushed in the corridor with Kris behind me, my hand extended the gun as Kris broke the door down. The guy was caught smoking and he quickly threw it out, lost for words. He put his hands up as I slung my handcuffs around my fingers. Sauli... Should've known. He was going to jail for a long time.
Cassidy
Sauli
Bradley (Cheeks)
They took care of loney, lost males or females.
They kept them in one of the houses near the beach.
Extortion money was good... Too good.
Sauli told us he got in a fight with Cassidy near the Golden Doll.
It was about the share of money.
...He said he killed him by accident...
Brad, however, was lured by Sauli to the beach house.
He shot him and burned his stuff.
He wanted to burn the body later...
He shot him from the cabin next door to the one with the girl tied up at.
The bullet went through the wall, through the window, and hitting the girl in the head.
She was tied up and sitting in the line of fire.
Unlucky squared...
We still don't know who she was...