Title: Chapter One: The First to Fall
Author: Merrianna
Series: Sacrifices to Lady Justice
Characters: New York Team, original character.
Rating: R
Summary: When someone decides to take Justice in their own hands, the entire team must race to save one of their own.
Setting: After "Second Season".
Spoiler: Anything that has happen before "Second Season".
Category: Drama, Romance
Note:
Disclaimer: I don't in any way own the series CSI: NY. Those are the sole property of Anthony E. Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Paramount Home Entertainment.
The bright lights of the New York skyline at times never reached certain areas were business was like that of the early days of the city and the five points gangs, when the it had become the port of call to its first mass wave of immigrants.
The back alley, through which a young woman of questionable morales lead a shadowy male figure was just going about her business as usual. She was rushed, so precaution went out the window. She had turned her back to her latest trick. "I get paid first," were the last words she would utter. Her dyed blonde hair bobbed as she turned back to her waiting customer.
The distinct sound of a knife leaving its sheath could be heard just before that of a gurgling noise from an air passage that was still trying to get oxygen through a sticky substance. The pretty young woman's blue eyes went wide in shock and fear. She tried in vain to stem the flow while staggering to escape. With another gurgling sound, she collapsed onto the ground, her one hand out stretched and her mouth open in a silent scream for help or agony... no one would ever know.
They city sounds continued at a rumble, uncaring as another of its citizens left this plane of existence as violently as she'd arrived.
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Blue lights lit the darkened alley behind a popular restaurant. A tall blue-eyed detective stood near the yellow crime scene tape as two male figures came into view carrying hard cased field kits.
"Well, Don what do we have tonight?" Mac inquired as he approached and moved under the yellow tape into the crime scene.
"It's on the weird meter as an Eleven." Don Flack Jr. joked morbidly. "There's no ID on the Vic. So as of right now she a Jane Doe."
"That bad is it?" Danny followed his supervisor casting his mini-flashlight, taking in the dirty alleyway. The body of what remained of a pretty blonde lay out bare to the world. Under each hand was a piece of paper. Arterial blood was spattered across the restaurant's brick wall and a pool had formed where the victim lay. While taking out a pair of latex gloves, he stashed the light into a ready pocket, the New York native then brought out his camera and began to photograph the scene before the ME's could make their appearance to whisk away the dead woman.
"Were there any witnesses?" Mac asked as he slipped his hands into a pair of surgical gloves and knelt next to the body. He used his own flashlight to examine the body. The blue-eyed investigator noted the body's position and the amount of blood. The victim had a slash across the throat where most of the blood came from, but there was a significant amount around the mouth as well. The murder weapon was sticking out of the victim's chest in the area of the heart. Not much blood came from this area. There was also a bloody piece of material that was tied around the victim's eyes.
"There weren't any witnesses, only a really creeped-out nineteen year old busboy. He was finishing up for the night: just taking out the trash when he nearly fell over the body. He said, 'I thought someone was playing a joke with a mannequin until I touched the woman's face. I then rushed back into the restaurant to call the police'." Flack gestured with a pen as he read the info off his note pad.
Mac looked up at the mention of the busboy touching the deceased. "Do you know if he disturbed anything else?"
"He says that was it. The kid was pretty shaken up. I don't think he's one of those strange types who get off at looking at a dead body, even if the dead body is of a naked woman." Don commented as he watched the CSI's working. It was something of a fascination with him. He was always learning something new from them. "So, what are you getting from the vic?"
Danny stopped briefly, "I'd say that the initial attack happen just about here." He stepped over to where the blood splatter stained the building wall taking out his flashlight once more he examined the ground. There he found drag marks and shoe impressions, though the impressions where blurred as if the attacker had gone back over them. "Shit... This guy's not giving us much to work with, I found shoe prints but they've been crossed. It's like he walked this way then when he was done he just stepped on top of them on the way out."
"Photograph them anyway, Danny." Mac order as he bagged the first of the sheets of paper that the girl's hand was holding down. It had a picture of Lady Justice on it and written underneath in large bloody print was the word "guilty".
"What you got there, Mac?" Don inquired, having seen the drawing of the courts symbol of equality.
"Something that's telling me this guy is just getting started." Mac sighed as he reached for the other paper under the opposite hand. Retrieving the parchment he looked at the bloody writing and what was written there sent a chill of fear down the normally unshakable Investigator.
"Mac? Mac? What did you find?" Don asked curiously. Mac looked up, fear was not an emotion that the younger man associated with the head of the crime lab, but it was the only feeling that he could read in the older man's blue eyes. Worriedly, the young detective looked at his other colleague, wondering if he was the only one apprehensive about what could make Mac Taylor go white as a ghost. However, the look on Danny's face reflected Flack's own reservations.
TBC...
