Author: Liv
Claimer/Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY, I own the plot and the people who don't click in your head.
Authors Notes: This is the start of an...interesting AU.
Kaile turned on her side in bed and blinked her eyes open. It was cold on Jennifer's side of the bed, which either meant she went to her own place or her insomina was getting to her again. Kaile sat up in bed slowly and looked around, squinting in the darkness until her eyes adjusted properly.
"Jenny?" muttered Kaile hoarsly before calling again louder. "Jen?"
Nothing. She must have gone home. It was the only explainable reason she wasn't here now. Kaile threw the covers off her legs and climbed out of bed, making her way through her appartment until she reached her kitchen, flipping on the lightswitch and grimmacing at the sudden light.
Kaile's eyebrows raised as she scanned the mess in her living room. There were files scattered along her coffee table and crime scene photo's along the floor.
"What the hell were you working on?" Kaile muttered under her breath, moving towards the stack of folders. She picked one up off the stack gingerly and glanced down at the subject sticker, supressing a dull scoff. "Daniel Messer," said muttered, dropping the folder back onto the table. "Of course."
Kaile ran her hand through her hair distractidly, looking from the folder to the crime scene photos of dead bookies, random men and raped, beaten, torchered women who all seemingly had no connection to the Tagglewood Boys. She turned on her heels and head back to her room, flicking the light off as she did, to tired to notice the blood dropps on the kitchen counter.
"What the hell did you do to her?" asked Danny Messer, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a knuckle as he stared at the very limp body of Detective Jennifer Angell.
"She put up a fight," said Sonny with a smirk. "Doesn't matter."
"Did you at least get the files?" asked Louie with a sigh, shifting an unconsious blonde woman in his lap. Sonny shot a glare in the direction of a younger guy, nursing a fat lip and a bloody nose.
"Mattie was occupied by the girl," said Sonny, rolling his eyes. "Bastard panicked and grabbed her instead of her files."
"Matt, you're an idiot," said a short brunett woman standing slightly behind Danny.
"Watch your fucking mouth," said Matt, stanidng up suddenly.
"You watch it," hissed Danny, blocking Matt from advancing on the girl behind him. "She has more respect here than you do, Matt. Get outta here, clean yourself up."
Matt glanced at Danny, hesitating before giving him a small nod, turning around and walking off towards the bathroom. Danny watched him go for a moment until after Matt was out of ear shot, then turning to the brunett behind him.
"You wanna go mock him, Seren?"
"My favorite past time," said Seren, blowing Danny a kiss and heading after Matt. Danny watched her go and turned back to Sonny, staring down at Jennifer.
"Solitude, Sonny?" asked Danny. Sonny shrugged and hoisted Jennifer up by her forearm.
"You're the boss, Dann-o," said Sonny, heading towards a concrete door with an over exaggerated amount of locks and bolts. "Three days in solitude, Angel-Face, enjoy your stay at the Tagglewood Mansion."
