Story: Hazards
Rating: T
Pairings: I don't know yet. My OC will definitely have a love interest though.
Summary: Heroes/Law & Order: CI Crossover. Detective Rebecca Conway of the Major Case Squad is working the case of a young woman murdered in her apartment. It seemed like a typical killing... at first. Each clue leads her and Detective Robert Goran down a road they never thought existed. It's very AU simply because I'm not including Eames.
Author's Note: It's been a long time since I've written anything, let alone a Heroes story. I love criticism; the good, the bad, and the ugly-- just as long as it is constructive and not mean-spirited. So in other words: be gentle ;)
Author's Note II: I hate Eames. I think she is so incredibly useless on that show that it's not even funny. I'm simply pretending that she doesn't exist. Also, I changed up some Sylar's victims. They've got new names, faces, etc.
Disclaimer: Tim Kring and Dick Wolf are geniuses. I own nothing except for my OFCs. I'm simply borrowing these amazing characters for fun.
Chapter One
Raising the yellow crime tape above her, Detective Rebecca Conway entered the tiny Manhattan apartment and began putting on sterile gloves. She walked into the kitchen and sighed. Why couldn't this guy kill when she didn't have a day off?
The job never got easier, the violence never seemed the stop, and there would always be criminals in the world. But somehow she felt she was making a difference. Each case solved meant that there was once less bad guy walking the streets, and some solace could be given to those families affected. That thought alone seemed to be the only thing keeping her going these days.
Her partner, Detective Robert Goran, was already in the scene. Kneeling down on one knee he closely examined the body. The sheet that was covering the victim was lifted slightly, giving Goran a better view.
She quickly glanced around the apartment. About 2,000 square feet, the hardwood floors gleamed brilliantly as the large, wide windows brought in the natural light. Modern furniture adorned the apartment. Golden colored walls added to the warmth of the room and highlighted the black and white poster-like photographs that were hanging everywhere.
She picked up a portrait of young woman with what looked like her mother and father. Their beaming faces stared back at her, the image running a chill through her body. Here's another family that lost a child.
She set the frame back down and tried to stay focused. Kneeling down next to Goran, she asked the same worn out question. "What have we got?"
He looked up at his partner momentarily before pulling the sheet off completely.
"Oh my god," she revolted, and her hand almost flew to her mouth when she realized she was sterile and stopped herself. She had never seen such a gruesome crime in her short three years since making detective.
"It looks like she was killed while standing. The body hasn't been moved. Look at the blood splatter around the head," he pointed out.
"Where," she mumbled, "is her brain?" The victim's top half of her head was cut clean off, almost like a can that had just been opened. A piece of skin towards the back of the head was the only thing keeping everything attached.
A CSI came over to take a picture, giving Rebecca the perfect opportunity to close the young woman's eyes.
"It's not in the apartment," he replied. "The killer obviously likes to take a keepsake from his victims."
The plural added to the word 'victim' had her raising an eyebrow.
"This guy's been going across the country. Same M.O. Each victim receives the same dissection." Rising to his feet, Goran cautiously began walking around the room, his eyes scanning the scene before him. "Serial killers... they choose their victims carefully. Some even watch them for days... they learn their schedules and wait for the perfect moment. This guy's different."
"How?" She asked.
"They're random. Nobody's related. It doesn't look like there's any connection."
Rebecca began writing notes in a tiny yellow notepad she kept in her purse. The more she kept reading everything Goran mentioned, the more confused she got. How could there possibly be no connection between these victims? These couldn't be random acts of violence.
A piece of paper sticking out in between two couch cushions caught the corner of her eye. Walking a few steps into the small living area, she carefully removed what appeared to be a flyer.
"Goran." Getting his attention, the two examined the new piece of evidence.
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Evacuation Notice. June 14th, 2009.
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"What the hell? Evacuation?"
"Look at the date," he pointed. "It's for next year."
Reading further down, she asked, "What does Homeland Security have to do with this?" Her eyes widened as a thought popped into her head. "Terrorists?"
Goran quickly shook his head. "No... terrorists like to make a big splash. They want people to know who did the destruction."
She bent her body back to view the apartment manager being questioned by an office. "Do you have surveillance footage of the hallways?" She called out.
"I have the footage, but..." He began scratching his head. "It's the funniest thing. My cameras melted."
"Melted?"
"Every single one of them. The guy put his hand up to the lens before the tapes cut out."
The two detectives looked at each other. Both were thinking the same thing. This is going to be one hell of a case.