Obession

I do not own anything. Not Law and Order, not Law and Order: CI. I own the plot and my original characters. Thanks!

-Rob

In New York City's war on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad. These are their stories.

Allan fixed his tie and knocked on the apartment door. It opened a moment later to reveal Krytalle DeMorris, she stood there, biting her lip, painted a deep red. Her green eyes were sparkling and her dark hair was swept up behind her ears. He looked at her small black dress and her high heels. She put her hand to the small necklace that she wore.

"I'll just grab my purse and we can go, okay?" she asked, reaching back into the apartment for a shawl and a small handbag. She grabbed a ring of keys and locked the door. "I cant invite you in, I'm sorry, the place is a mess"

"Thats alright...uh...look, we need to talk." he said. She nodded.

"Sure, at the resturaunt, please?" she asked, taking his hand. Allan searched her face for a moment and nodded.

"Alright." he said, smiling and putting her hand on his arm. "Lets go."

Krystalle looked around the extravagant resturaunt and then smiled at Allan, putting her hand on his. He looked at her, a little worried.

"What's wrong?" she asked, running her thumb over his knuckles. He flushed. "Oh! You wanted to talk!" she said, laughing.

"About what?" Allan bit his lip.

"Krys..." he began. "I love spending time with you, but this isnt fair to Kate." he said. Krystalle pursed her lips, looking confused. "I cant be unfaithful to her"

"Why dont you leave her?" she asked sharply. "Dont you love me?" Allan looked away.

"You're a great woman, dont get me wrong-"

"Then stay with me!" she demanded in a low whisper. Allan looked around.

"Krys, I love Katey, we've been engaged for almost a year-" he began. Krystalle sighed and smiled.

"I know," she said, patting his hand. "I know." she smiled soppily. "Just-give me one more night, then we'll never see each other again." Allan nodded as the waiter brought them food.

Detective Goren looked down at the man lying in the bathtub. He was naked, the bathtub beneath him was blood stained, Bobby approached the tub and inspected the man's hands. He looked at the officer behind him who was taking notes. "No defensive wounds." he said. There was a bruise on his neck. Bobby inspected it for a moment, "He got slapped here..." an officer took a picture of it. There were more bruises on his side, "Overkill-some one kicked him when he was down." Detective Alex Eames walked up behind him.

"What do you make of it?" she asked.

"Well," the detective said, standing up. "I figure that he was knocked out-" he turned to an officer "I want a full tox report on this guy-then he was kicked repeatedly and dragged to the bathtub where the perp cut his throat." Eames frowned.

"Overkill." she agreed.

"Yeah, what do you have?" he asked. Eames flipped open her notepad.

"Well, lets see, the doorman saw him come in with a young woman, then he saw the woman leave and another come and leave. Both asked for Allan Sloane. The tenant of the downstairs apartment complained of blood in the pipes and the owner of the building came in and called the police"

"Doorman get any names?" Goren asked.

"Krystalle DeMorris." Eames said. "Lets pay her a visit." she said. Goren nodded.

Apartment of Krystalle DeMorris
May 23 2005

Detective Goren knocked on the apartment door. "Miss DeMorris?" he asked. The door creaked open. The detectives swapped a glance and pulled out their guns. Goren tapped the door with the barrel of his gun and eased into the apartment. He motioned Eames forward and they made their way into the room.

"Clear!" Eames shouted as she ran into the kitchen. Goren made his way to the bedroom.

"Eames!" he shouted, he looked around and holstered his gun. He ran to the body on the bed and turned her over. "Call an ambulance!" he shouted. He listened to the woman's breath for a moment and tried to staunch the wound. Eames made the call and walked in. "Stab wound to the stomach. She's barely alive."

To Be Continued...

I hope...if you like it. I'm a little iffy on police procedure. Heh...