Title: CopyCat Murders

Author: CSIdestiny

A/N: Hey everyone. Just wanted to say bear with me with this story. This is the first time I've tried to write CSI: NY fanfictions. So if anything is out of place, just let me know. :P So please read & review :D Umm, really short story, probably about 5 chapters long.

Chapter 1

11:20pm

She'd been through a lot in the past but never anything like this. It was torture. Her arms were up above her head, bounded at her wrists. Her tank top was dirty; her jeans had mud on them. She hurt. Her arms pained her; She had a dull, aching pain in her side. She smelled the faint smell of chloroform. Something wasn't right.

Her curly, dark brown hair was blowing out in the wind. She was open; out on a boat in the middle of nowhere. That's when she heard it. Footsteps creeping closer towards her...

Stella sat up startled in her bed and let out a sigh. It was more of a built up relief. 11:30pm, she'd only just fallen asleep an hour ago and it was still too early in the night to just think about it. "Get a grip of yourself," Stella said to herself. She sighed again, lay back in bed and pulled the blankets over her arm. Just as she got comfortable, her cell phone rang. She reached over towards the night stand and picked it up. Looking at the caller ID, she noticed that it was a text saying it was a murder.

Great. Just Great. When have New York ever went a day without a murder? With another sigh, Stella hurriedly got out of bed and put on her clothes. After about fifteen minutes, she headed towards the crime scene.

Danny, Lindsay, Mac were already at the crime scene, fully gloved, processing the scene; Danny and Lindsay working the perimeters, Mac talking to a few officers, Sheldon was taking photographs of the body.

Stella spotted Flack, who seemed rather un-busy at the moment. "What do we have here?" Stella said. She was prepared as well; her kit in her hand.

"Female vic, maybe late twenties, early thirties," Flack reported. "Victim has no ID." He adjusted his jacket. The cool night air of New York, just got a little chillier.

Stella stifled a yawn. It was only four hours ago that she'd finally finished a case that the team was working on earlier. Now it seemed that they would be pulling a double. "Do we have a COD?"

"Might want to get a look at this," Danny yelled out. He watched as the sea of cops rushed to where he was. That trail led straight to the New York pier. Familiar.

Another female victim found; face down, same M.O as the other victim.

Danny shuddered a little and looked up at the night sky. Very still; very creepy. "Crime's gotta be related," he said, deliberately enhancing his New York accent.

"Could be," Stella said.

Everything seemed to be calmed around the scene and the CSI's went to work on processing the scenes. The Medical examiner's team came in and removed both bodies. Lindsay and Mac worked the first crime scene and Danny and Stella worked the current crime scene.

Stella moved a little closer to the pier; something caught her eye, she wanted to see what it could be. The wind blew, sending chills through her spine. As much as she worked this job, she could never get used to it; never could get used to seeing dead bodies. How one human being could take another life, was beyond her.

The water pushed up on the concrete barrier. The waters were a little more violent that they were in the day time. Maybe because of the wind, maybe because of the night chill. From her peripheral vision, she saw figure walking past. Danny. She heard his voice. He was shouting something to Sheldon, who was about ten feet away at the previous crime scene.

Something on the ground caught Stella's eye. She bent over to see what it could be.

"Can I help you with anything?" A voice sounded next to her.

She turned around to politely thank them and say no but as she looked up, horror spread across her face...followed by a sharp blow to her head. She was knocked out cold.

Her attacker picked her up and carried her a distance to his getaway car. He sped off. Oh he was about to have some fun.

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Danny hadn't heard Stella in a while and started to wonder what she was up to. It wasn't in her nature to be as quiet on a crime scene like that. He followed the trail to where he'd seen Stella last. No Stella. He quickly ran back the few feet where Mac and Lindsay were. "Did Stella come this way."

"No," Lindsay answered.

Mac shook his head no. "The last I've known she was with you." He pulled his gloves off. "Are you saying that she's not with you now?" He was well aware of the fact that he was stating the obvious.

Danny let out a big sigh and looked away. His eyes settled back on the pier where Stella was last seen. "No," he answered simply.

Mac let out a sigh as well. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Stella's cell phone number. No answer. He tried again. Same. No answer only this time it went to voice mail. "Alright, no need to panic," Mac said. As much as he said 'don't panic' he couldn't help panicking himself. "Let's put out a BOLO." For what exactly, he didn't know. He didn't even know where to start with this one. It was almost as if she'd vanished in thin air.

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It had been a few hours and Stella started to come out of whatever she was in. She smelled the faint smell of chloroform. Must've been what she'd been induced in. She squinted her eyes, focusing on her surroundings. From the motion on the bottom of her feet, she could tell that she was on a boat. For the first time she realized her arms were tied over he head. They ached badly. Her mind went back to her dreams. The feeling that she was feeling now was so vivid to her. Stella's breathing slowed as she heard the footsteps walking towards her. Finally, she had a face to match those footsteps.

The man looked at her wickedly; a butcher's knife in his right hand. Stella's eyes opened wide in fear. The man smiled at her fear. Oh, he won this one. "Hello Stella."