CSI:NY
Chapter One
A young girl and her friend walks through Central Park together. They were on their way home from school when they decided to take a short cut through the park. It was a nice day that the friends decided to walk home together since they lived near each other. The young girl seems different than most people. Yes, she had long blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin and loves to talk with people. She has a disability, a mental disability to be precise. The two friends laughed as they made their way through the park."
"Thank you for... helping me with... my math homework." The young girl said.
"I'm glad to help you. You know what your doing, you just need to take your time and think the problems through." Her friend said.
"I try, but... Its hard for me to think. Numbers get mixed up in my head."
"Its okay. I understand."
The girl looked down the path and smiled. "Well... You know my mom if I'm late for supper." She said.
"Let me walk you home. Its the least I can do since we live near each other." The friend said.
The girl nodded and walked home with her friend.
(24 hours later)
Cop cars surrounding a house, cops trying to keep the curious onlookers away from the scene, just another day for the police. A car pulls up in front of the house. Two people step out as one of them is carrying a briefcase. They are both CSI Investigators. Detectives Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera. Stella looks around the scene. "Gees this never gets old." She said.
"No it doesn't." the detective on duty said. Don Flack is a friend of the CSI investigators, and walked over to them. "Looks like a kidnapping. The victim was home by herself, mom," He said pointing to the woman who was talking to an officer, "Comes home about six o'clock to find the door open and her daughter gone."
"Well, time for us to do our job." Mac said. He walked up the stairs into the house. Stella shrugged her shoulders and followed suit.
(On the other side of New York)
The young girl looks around her new room. She was huddled in the corner with no protection from the cold. She kept mostly to herself as she continued to look at her surroundings. The girl noticed her stuffed harp seal on the bed and went to get it when the door opened. She looked up to see her kidnapper coming in. "Well, I see someone's awake." He said.
"Why am I...Here?" The girl said.
"Because, your "Mom" has something that I want." The man said as he came closer to her.
The girl closed her eyes and felt the pounding of a headache. "I need to... Go home... Need... medicine..." She said.
The girl held her stuffed seal close to her. She hope that someone would come for her and soon.
"What is you name?" The kidnapper asked.
The girl hesitated. "Ph...Phoenix." She said.
"Well, Phoenix, looks like its going to be you and me for a while."
Phoenix sighed. She knew if she didn't get her medication soon, she could die. She hoped that someone would get her soon.
(Crime Scene)
Stella and Mac start searching the scene. Stella starts to search the girl's room. She sees lots of medals and certificates the girl has received. Stella smiles as she reads the name on one of the certificates. "Phoenix Harrison." She said as she wrote the name down.
Mac came into the room and looks around. He notices Stella gathering evidence. "So what do we have?" He asked.
"Well the victim's name is Phoenix Harrison. She's involved in many sports by the looks of the medals and such."
Mac walks over to the desk. He sees a math and chemistry book and several printouts from the computer laying on top. "Looks like she was doing homework when the kidnapper came in. They young girl figured it was her mom coming home from work or the store and turned around to see who it was."
Stella nodded. She noticed a red spot on the corner. "Looks like blood. The girl might have turned around and was knocked out." She said as she took a picture of the blood.
"And it looks like I'll be talking to the mom." Mac said as He left the room.
(Outside)
Mac walks outside of the house. He walks over to Phoenix's mother, Grace Sanchez. He walks slowly over to her as the cop was finishing writing down her statement. "Mrs. Sanchez?"
"Yes?" Grace said.
"I'm Detective Mac Taylor, Crime Scene Unit. I would like to ask you a few questions about Phoenix, your daughter."
"Phoenix is not my daughter. She's a foster child. Her real family died in the 9-11 attacks. Her sister and father died at the WTC and her mom died on the plane that crashed into the Pentagon." Grace said. "Phoenix was devastated when it happened that she withdrew from the world. She would wake up screaming from some bad dreams." Grace said. She looked at Mac straight in the eyes. "I'm worried for her. She is mentally disabled. Phoenix has a problem distinguishing right from wrong."
"Do you know of anyone who would take her like this?" Mac said.
"No I don't. I mean..." Suddenly her cell phone rang. "Excuse me." She said.
Mac nodded.
"Hello?" Grace said into the phone.
"I have some who wants to speak with you." The person on the other end said.
Grace's eyes widened. Mac noticed it. "Whets wrong?" He asks quietly.
"Its the kidnapper." Grace said.
"Grace? Please help me..." Phoenix said as her breathing was quick and painful.
"Phoenix..." Grace said.
"She will not be harmed. You must do as I say or she will be hurt." The kidnapper said as he hung up the phone.
Grace hung up the phone. "Oh gosh. What am I going to do? Phoenix is a Diabetic. If she doesn't get her insulin and soon..."
Mac understood. "We will get her back. I promise." He said.
"Please do all you can." Grace said as walked towards the crowd. She saw a friend of Phoenix's. Mac turned around to see the young girl with her arms across her waist. She seemed to be crying.
"Do you know the young woman there?" Mac said pointing to her.
"That's Sophia Ortega. Phoenix's friend and classmate. She was suppose to walk with her to school this morning." Grace said.
"Thanks" Mac said.
"Let me know if there is anything else you need." Grace said.
"I'll let you know." Mac said as he went back inside.
(Inside)
Stella continued to look around for clues. She dusted for prints, picked up some hair samples and found some shoe prints. Stella smiled as she found more fingerprints.
"Just about done here, Mac." Stella said as she saw Mac enter the room.
"Well, we better hurry with this one. I just found out fro m the foster mother that Phoenix is diabetic."
"Great. Just love this job sometimes." Stella said as she closed another evidence envelope.