Die Moritat von Mackie Messer
Summery: Mac, Stella and Flack are called out on a case that involves a dead man on a beach.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything I write down. That includes the characters of CSI: NY or the song 'Mack the Knife' or 'Die Moritat von Mackie Messer'.
A/N: Wow, I haven't written in a while so I hope this sounds up to par. This is probably going to turn into a mini-epic-fic (or at least I am hoping that) so there are lots more chapters to come. Sorry, if my summaries don't sound correct – I think I've lost my nack in writing them. Other wise I hope you enjoy my first full cast mini-epic-fic!
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Mac left the coffee room to retire to his office. The rest of the team popped open coke cans to join Lindsay and Danny in a little celebration of her birthday. As a surprise Danny had bought her a very large vanilla icing cake which was to distributed amongst the rest of the CSIs after the long chorus of Happy Birthday and present giving. Mac had generously bought Lindsay a silver charm bracelet which, in actual fact, was picked out by Stella on behalf of Mac since he hadn't left his office for the past few days. But all in all she loved it and said it was too kind of a gesture from him.
As Mac pushed his office door open with the heel of his foot he entered carrying yet another set of case files and a plate heaped with white frosted cake. Dropping the files at the corner of his desk he landed himself on the couch by the door. Lifting the fork to his lips he could taste the cold, sweet cream.
Just as he begun to enjoy it the phone on his desk began to ring. Frustratingly, he got up brining along his cake and sat on the leather chair at his desk.
'Taylor,' he answered on the 3 ring. As he listened to the person on the other line he nodded his head occasionally and muttered a 'yes' or 'no' in between mouthfuls of cake. 'Alright, I'll get it to you as soon as I can,' Mac said as he hastily put down the phone in relief and took another bite of his cake. As he turned to his computer there came a soft rapping knock at the glass door.
Still facing his computer he motioned them to enter as he continued to type an email but as soon as he turned to face them he noticed that Stella was standing on the other side of his desk carrying what looked to be a dry cleaning bag.
'You know Mac, if you are planning on not leaving the office for a few days I'd bring extra shirts along with you,' she placed the dry cleaning bag along the empty side of his desk.
'Thanks, Stella. I really owe you,' he gave her an appreciative smile as he took another scoop of cake. 'Oh, and thanks for actually getting Lindsay's present for me. I've just been so tied up I haven had time to go out.'
'Mac, you haven't have time to go for a shower!' she came around to his side of the desk and half leaded against it. Reaching out she took off his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. 'You owe me - twice now!' she pointed out placing the tie down next to her on the desk. 'I got Lindsay's present and I brought you all those new shirts – which I had to go to your apartment for.' She stood up and took a small metal key out of her pants pocket and placed it on the desk in front of Mac, 'That's for your apartment.'
'That's yours incase of anything,' he sighed picking it back up and placed it into her hands.
'Are you sure Mac?' she stared into his eyes truthfully questioning him.
'Yes,' he simply replied back.
'Oh, alright!' she exclaimed standing up and walking to the front of his desk again. 'But I'm not doing any more errands for you again like picking up some new shirts,' she raised a finger and threateningly pointed it at him jokingly.
'I never expected you to, Stel,' he relax back in his chair, arms cross over this chest as she began to walk out.
From his office, Mac could see Flack dashing out of the lifts and towards him. Almost crashing into Stella on the way he grabs her and pulls her along the hall and back into Mac office.
'What's wrong, Flack?' Mac asked straightening up in his chair.
'We've just had a call from the coastal guards saying there has been a possible homicide on one of the beaches and they want a forensic team down there ASAP.'
'What do you mean by possible homicide?' Mac was standing from his chair and leaning over to a coat hanger behind him to grab a jacket.
'Well, they say it might have been suicide but from what I heard it's more likely homicide.'
As Mac grabbed his kit he turned back at Flack, 'Well, we better get down there then.'
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Flack leaned against the black SUV under the hot blazing sun of the morning. He raised his hands and pushed his shades further up his nose before walking across the sandy pathway onto the beach. Treading along the thick sand he started to roll up his sleeves cursing the hot weather.
'What do you think?' Flack said joining Stella and Mac at the crime scene. Several lab techs were scattered around searching for any trace of evidence in a cornered off area of the beach surrounded by yellow 'Police Line – Do Not Cross' tape.
As Stella pulled out the camera from her bag Mac crouched down next to the victim. He was a young businessman, no older than 25, dressed formally in a suit and tie. The tie had been loosened around his neck and the top button of his collar undone and even from where Flack was standing he could see the bright purple markings around the vics neck. As Mac pulled out a miniature torch from his pocket he slowly opened the vics eyes and shone the light in.
'Well, he definitely was strangled. But I'm not sure with what. The marks seem to show something thick and it was definitely left there for a long time to cause that much bruising,' Mac pointed with the tip of the flash light at the thick purple mark.
'So, it wasn't some hanging gone wrong was it?' Flack questioned the CSI.
'Come on Flack,' Stella said walking over to him, 'A man that age? He's young, rich… quite handsome… and married.' Stella suddenly crouched down next to the body to examine the man's left hand. On his ring finger was a clean, shiny, golden ring which lay untouched.
'You're not becoming a necrophilia are you Stella? I mean with you getting that close and all?' Flack raised an eyebrow jokingly not just at Stella's 'handsome' comment but at her sudden attraction to the vics hand and fingers.
'No, it's just this ring seems brand new. I'm guessing there's one really lonely young widow out there now.' Stella stood back in order to take a few photos of the ring.
'Any ID on the vic?' Mac asked standing up again next to Flack.
'Well no wallet was found on him so it could me a robbery gone wrong. But then again he's still wearing the Rolex watch so it might not be. We did find his handphone though,' Flack fished around in his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag containing one small silver handphone.
'Did we get a number?'
'Not at the moment we're working on that.'
'We'll get it back to the lab and see what Adam can do about it.'
As Mac pulled out several evidence bags he started to fill them with small amounts of trace that lay over the vic's shirt.
'Do you hear that?' Stella said walking over to Flack. He turned his head around searching for a noise but couldn't find its source.
'There is something yeah,' he listened a little longer. 'Sounds like a handphone ringing.'
'I think it's coming from you're pocket,' Mac stood next to Flack turning his ear closer.
Sticking his hands deep into his pocket he pulled out his own handphone and then the vic's. The vic's handphone was glowing brightly with an unknown number on it.
'Interesting ring tone,' Stella commented. The song was jazz, almost blues, and very cheerful.
'Sounds like 'Mack the Knife',' Mac commented.
'Mac the who?' Flack raised an eyebrow back at him.
'Jazz song sung by Bobby Darin. We were playing at the club the other night… You've never heard of it?' Flack had a questionable look on his face as Mac explained. 'It's a good song Flack, download it.'
'Yeah, one day,' he said walking off.
In the distance Mac could see a tall, skinny man hobbling towards them. Sid was dressed in a blue ME's jacket and a fisherman's hat. He crouched under the yellow tape and dropped his ME's case next to the vic huffing.
'Short on staff, Sid?' Stella called out when he reached the body.
'You wouldn't believe the amount of cases there are today. People dropping out of the sky from nowhere!'
'Well, that's our job isn't it?' Stella said, 'To find who dropped them.'
Sid gave a weak smile back. Clipping his glasses onto his nose he crouched by the victim.
'Several secondary traumas, about the face, consistent with beating, rigor consistent with body position so this is you're primary crime scene. Initial estimate of TOD is around 1 am. Oh, and a small blood stain on his collar. Did you get that?' Sid pointed to a small patch of red on the victim.
Mac crouched down next to body and swiped the blood from the collar, 'Doesn't seem to be the vics. There is no source of the blood.'
'Must be your attacker's then,' Sid said.
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A/N: So, hope you liked it and wait for more! Comment and tell me what you think or if I need to improve on anything (which I know I do so :D)