Kidnapped
by Hawk Girl 92
I am most likely gonna set this just after Shayera joined up with the Justice league
Standard disclaimer applies
DON'T SUE I HAVE NOTHING err wait YEAH SUE, SUE I GIVE YOU ALL THOSE BILLS I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!
Also I want to thank my wonderful beta reader Artemis who carefully picked through the mess I call typing, who also gave me the idea for this story . and who with out her this would never have taken shape .
Shayera sat at her morning table, sipping her coffee and reading the paper she had just picked up. The front page of the Midway Gazette read,
KIDNAPPING!!!!
Police baffled!
A kidnapping has struck the small community of Midway City. Police continue to investigate after a child is taken in broad daylight .......
She continued to read and after a minute she threw down the paper. She took flight, soon landing at the police headquarters of Midway City.
"I need to see Detective Kervron, now!" she growled in a low voice. This was one time she didn't have time for niceness, not for anyone.
"Ma'am I'm sorry he's in a meet-- HEY YOU CAN'T!!!!!!" the young officer shouted after her, as she threw open the door. Detective Mike Kervron looked up sharply.
"We need to talk," she stated bluntly, folding her arms across her chest.
"Sir I'm sorry-- I tried to stop her."
"It's all right... I'm curious as to what she has to say ... must be important considering she just barged in on a meeting with the mayor," he replied dryly, a little bit ticked by this woman's brashness.
One Week Later
October and clear, a bit cool, but still pleasant to Shayera's standards. Her apartment, situated on top of the old museum in Midway city, was reaping the rewards of the late autumn day as every window was opened and the balcony doors wide, allowing the crisp air to flow through.
Shayera however wasn't paying a bit of attention to the brisk breeze. She was too engrossed in the latest reports from the police.
Another kidnapping--a ten year old this time.
The first one was only six.
She sighed as she read over the clues. Not much but to a person whose eyes were as sharp as any hawks', she could pick up other things that the normal eye couldn't--such as a few hairs on the sweater several shades darker that that of the child who worn it; or the other hair, which clearly belonged to a pet, perhaps a dog...
Most likely how the kidnapper lured the child away from the protective arms of his parent.
But the stain was baffling. Sniffing it only made her sneeze. It was neither food nor was it chemical, more likely a weed that had been crushed. Her nose wouldn't allow her to sniff it properly to get familiar with the scent. She would sneeze each time.
After scraping off a few fibers, she encased them inside a clear petri dish and put the lid on it. She would ask the lab boys down at the Midway police department to examine it later for her.
Looking at the photos of the two missing children and then the ransom notes left behind, she briefly allowed herself to wonder how any one could be that cruel. She sighed again, remembering. Once, while still on Thanagar, she had been contacted by the police regarding similar kidnappings-the only differences between the kidnappings were the currency and the amount. The children were of the similar ages, and almost same heights. What set them apart were the sets of wings and the MO was slightly different in that a brunette and a blond each and both were of a male and a female, usually the male was the younger and the first one taken.
Shayera got up and crossed the room, finally feeling the breeze that swept through her tiny apartment. The day was cold and the sky was cloudy. The weather forecaster had predicted snow within the next 24 to 72 hours. Shayera's nose told her differently-- more likely within the next couple of hours. She smiled a bit. Perhaps she could become a weather forecaster. Her senses were more finely tuned than their instruments were, and it was a less stressful occupation.
Walking back over to her small dinning room table, she gathered up her evidence and articles of clothing placing them all in a backpack made for her wings. She headed out, closing the windows behind her.
The police station was halfway across town, an hour's flight from her apartment, so it was snowing heavily by the time she arrived. She removed the hawk's mask and headed for the lab. No other place to be on a day like this. Shayera punched in her security code and headed down the small stair well leading to the basement where the Midway city lab department was ,
Jerry Carson , one of the cities highest ranked crime lab specialist sat looking through numerous slides of another crime scene , looked up briefly when he heard the door slide open ,
'I see you got the evidence from this mornings find ?" he said as he returned his eyes to the microscope he was studding , Jerry Carson 35, 6'3" well built light colored hair almost blond well kept mustache, married 20 years to his high school sweet heart Maria, two small boys ...
'Oh yeah " Shayera answered as she looked around the lab.. every wall had some sort of bottle, tube or beaker, Walls held shelves filled tot eh brim with books and papers , cases , or even note jotted down , there were several doors in the room , one from which she came another led to bathroom, one to a resting area and then the others lead off to various storage rooms ,
' What did you find?' he asked never taking his eyes from the microscope he seemed to be glued to
'Yeah actually I need you to tell me what this is" she said handing him the ptri dish , he looked up finally and took the dish from her hand , lifting tho lid off
'Hmmm could be a flower or a weed , " he said as he sniffed, his nose wrinkled immediately," What does that sensitive beak of yours tell you ?' he asked as he scrapped a bit of the fiber onto a slid
' I don't know every time I tried to get familiar with the scent I would start sneezing , but some how I recognize the scent before, I just don't remember where ?" she said as she draped a hand across her stomach and rested her elbow on her arm tapping her lower lip lightly with her nail , Jerry looked up from his dish
' well better be coming up with an answer this specimen doesn't match any of Earths know species
I am most likely gonna set this just after Shayera joined up with the Justice league
Standard disclaimer applies
DON'T SUE I HAVE NOTHING err wait YEAH SUE, SUE I GIVE YOU ALL THOSE BILLS I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!
Also I want to thank my wonderful beta reader Artemis who carefully picked through the mess I call typing, who also gave me the idea for this story . and who with out her this would never have taken shape .
Shayera sat at her morning table, sipping her coffee and reading the paper she had just picked up. The front page of the Midway Gazette read,
KIDNAPPING!!!!
Police baffled!
A kidnapping has struck the small community of Midway City. Police continue to investigate after a child is taken in broad daylight .......
She continued to read and after a minute she threw down the paper. She took flight, soon landing at the police headquarters of Midway City.
"I need to see Detective Kervron, now!" she growled in a low voice. This was one time she didn't have time for niceness, not for anyone.
"Ma'am I'm sorry he's in a meet-- HEY YOU CAN'T!!!!!!" the young officer shouted after her, as she threw open the door. Detective Mike Kervron looked up sharply.
"We need to talk," she stated bluntly, folding her arms across her chest.
"Sir I'm sorry-- I tried to stop her."
"It's all right... I'm curious as to what she has to say ... must be important considering she just barged in on a meeting with the mayor," he replied dryly, a little bit ticked by this woman's brashness.
One Week Later
October and clear, a bit cool, but still pleasant to Shayera's standards. Her apartment, situated on top of the old museum in Midway city, was reaping the rewards of the late autumn day as every window was opened and the balcony doors wide, allowing the crisp air to flow through.
Shayera however wasn't paying a bit of attention to the brisk breeze. She was too engrossed in the latest reports from the police.
Another kidnapping--a ten year old this time.
The first one was only six.
She sighed as she read over the clues. Not much but to a person whose eyes were as sharp as any hawks', she could pick up other things that the normal eye couldn't--such as a few hairs on the sweater several shades darker that that of the child who worn it; or the other hair, which clearly belonged to a pet, perhaps a dog...
Most likely how the kidnapper lured the child away from the protective arms of his parent.
But the stain was baffling. Sniffing it only made her sneeze. It was neither food nor was it chemical, more likely a weed that had been crushed. Her nose wouldn't allow her to sniff it properly to get familiar with the scent. She would sneeze each time.
After scraping off a few fibers, she encased them inside a clear petri dish and put the lid on it. She would ask the lab boys down at the Midway police department to examine it later for her.
Looking at the photos of the two missing children and then the ransom notes left behind, she briefly allowed herself to wonder how any one could be that cruel. She sighed again, remembering. Once, while still on Thanagar, she had been contacted by the police regarding similar kidnappings-the only differences between the kidnappings were the currency and the amount. The children were of the similar ages, and almost same heights. What set them apart were the sets of wings and the MO was slightly different in that a brunette and a blond each and both were of a male and a female, usually the male was the younger and the first one taken.
Shayera got up and crossed the room, finally feeling the breeze that swept through her tiny apartment. The day was cold and the sky was cloudy. The weather forecaster had predicted snow within the next 24 to 72 hours. Shayera's nose told her differently-- more likely within the next couple of hours. She smiled a bit. Perhaps she could become a weather forecaster. Her senses were more finely tuned than their instruments were, and it was a less stressful occupation.
Walking back over to her small dinning room table, she gathered up her evidence and articles of clothing placing them all in a backpack made for her wings. She headed out, closing the windows behind her.
The police station was halfway across town, an hour's flight from her apartment, so it was snowing heavily by the time she arrived. She removed the hawk's mask and headed for the lab. No other place to be on a day like this. Shayera punched in her security code and headed down the small stair well leading to the basement where the Midway city lab department was ,
Jerry Carson , one of the cities highest ranked crime lab specialist sat looking through numerous slides of another crime scene , looked up briefly when he heard the door slide open ,
'I see you got the evidence from this mornings find ?" he said as he returned his eyes to the microscope he was studding , Jerry Carson 35, 6'3" well built light colored hair almost blond well kept mustache, married 20 years to his high school sweet heart Maria, two small boys ...
'Oh yeah " Shayera answered as she looked around the lab.. every wall had some sort of bottle, tube or beaker, Walls held shelves filled tot eh brim with books and papers , cases , or even note jotted down , there were several doors in the room , one from which she came another led to bathroom, one to a resting area and then the others lead off to various storage rooms ,
' What did you find?' he asked never taking his eyes from the microscope he seemed to be glued to
'Yeah actually I need you to tell me what this is" she said handing him the ptri dish , he looked up finally and took the dish from her hand , lifting tho lid off
'Hmmm could be a flower or a weed , " he said as he sniffed, his nose wrinkled immediately," What does that sensitive beak of yours tell you ?' he asked as he scrapped a bit of the fiber onto a slid
' I don't know every time I tried to get familiar with the scent I would start sneezing , but some how I recognize the scent before, I just don't remember where ?" she said as she draped a hand across her stomach and rested her elbow on her arm tapping her lower lip lightly with her nail , Jerry looked up from his dish
' well better be coming up with an answer this specimen doesn't match any of Earths know species