AN: Well... this is the first fanfic I ever published, so I'm not sure about the rating, the genre and everything else. My English sucks, just try to ignore it...
Danny opened his locker and let out an exhausted sigh, he had worked an outisde scene all day and he couldn't feel his feet anymore because it had been snowing for 2 days now.
He really looked forward a hot shower and an evening in front of the TV or just going to bed, he wasn't sure yet.
But as usually fate wasn't on his side and he let out a small curse as he saw Mac walking towards the break room.
For a brief moment he considered disappearing before Mac could find him, but he didn't look forward to another speech of Mac about responsibilitys and how important the job was, what he really knew, so he decided against it.
Mac entered the breakroom: "Danny I'm sorry, I know you worked all day, but I need your help with a scene."
Wow Mac was actually apologicing for making him work longer, that's knew thouht Danny. Is that a good thing? Should I feel worried?
"I would ask Aidan or Stella, but Aidan's in court and it's Stellas day off and I can't seem to reach her."
There goes my shower, lucky Stella probably turned her pager and cell off, I would have too.
"I meet you at the SVU", said Mac leaving the breakroom.
Resigining to his fate, Danny took his kit and followed Mac.
New York seemed nice and peaceful, the snow was glicering, covering the normally dirty streets, even the people seemed calmer not in the usual rush.
He saw a few kids playing in the snow, throwing snow balls at each other.
Their faces were red from the cold and their eyes lighted with joy, he couldn't help but smile.
Such a nice day and what am I doing? Working, the smile that had creeped on his face dissapeared, when he thought about what he was about to encounter. Another day another crime, so many death. Sometimes he just couldn't take it anymore.
"We are here" said Mac interrupting Dannys thoughts.
They had arrived at central park.
The yellow crime scene tape was wrapped around some trees.
Behind it was the usual crowd of people gathering curious to know what had happend.
He noticed the police officer coming towards him and flashed his badge.
There was a young woman with a long black coat and a bright blue scarf, she was shaking and crying, an other officer was talking to her asking her something and she shook her head, clasping her hand in front of her mouth.
If Mac would have to guess this was the person who found the body.
He looked at the groud, there were footprint everywhere from the police and other people, but luckily there weren't much in the direction of the body.
Maybe they were able to find some shoeprints of the killer.
Danny seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Who went to the body?" he asked the scene officer.
"Just the lady who found the body", he indicated to the woman Mac pictured as the person who found the body ealier, "and the first officer on the scene."
"We'll need footprint from both of them. So what do we know about the victim?"
"White female, no ID yet."
"OK", said Mac and walked towards where he presumed the body was.
He looked at the footprints, there were now 4 sets visible.
But only 3 came back in this direction.
The fourth set Mac guessed belonged to the victim, he also noticed something else the 4th set was barefooted.
The footprints seemed smeared as if someone halfdragged the person, which was probably true.
He followed the prints, looking at the other two sets, one definetly belonged to a woman, so he guessed it belonged to the woman who found the body.
The other two belonged to the officer and the killer.
He guessed the slightly larger one belonged to the killer, because the prints always seemed near the victim, but he would know for sure, when he got the prints of the officer for elimination.
He concentrated on everything else that could be possible evidence.
Then his gace fell on the victim.
The body lay on the side the half covered with snow. The woman only wore a short violet nightgrow. Her legs and arms were covered in bruises.
Her hands were reaching to her throat. The snow around her coloured in red.
But all these facts didn't register in Mac's mind.
The only thing he noticed were the long chestnut brown curls, covering the face of the woman. Chestnut brown curls, smeared with blood.
He would have regonized this hair everywhere.
"Stella..."
TBC
AN2: If anyone wants me to continue, I would be more than happy for a beta reader! What else... I would love to get reviews! Just say what you think...