Christmas Blues
Chapter One
Sergeant Javier Esposito was checking on his computer for his Christmas schedule. He and a few others are the only ones to not know on whether they will be off Christmas or they will be working.
Even though he has no plans since he and Lanie had broken up a year ago. Including for the fact that Lanie is now in charge of the Westchester County Medical Examiner's department.
Showing his discuss so far. He was wondering on whether it has anything to do with Captain Beckett since she is going to be off for the most part. Mostly because of orders from her doctor to stay off her feet having to be carrying twins.
If he's going to be working. He's hoping to be involved with an interesting murder case instead.
He goes to get up from his seat at his station to get himself a cup of coffee from the bullpen. He wasn't in the best of moods currently with his partner Kevin Ryan having gone home, as with Beckett. He's going to be on duty for another two hours before the night shift watch commander Captain Anderson comes on with the rest of the under cover officers.
Inside a Sub compactor company named Garbage Removers
Ceo Donald Mitchell was closing up his office to head on home after ten hours. Lately he's been having loan issues since the cash flow has been rather slow.
Six months prior he had no choice to ask a loan shark name Vinney from the Bronx for $ 50.000 to keep his business floating with well over 100 contracts throughout the city of New York City and the outer boroughs.
He shuts down his computer for the evening. Since there was nothing more he's able to work on for the moment. All of his jobs will be happening with-in the weekend for where his trucks will be able to pick up the garbage and other types of trash.
Ceo Donald Mitchell has never been the one to carry any type of weapon. Ever since he resigned with the Navy Seals some ten years prior.
His group code name Tigress with a membership of 25. All 25 of them have decided to stay in contact over the years, until recently certain key members started to die off. For which Donald Mitchell had found it to be rather strange.
Any way turning out the light in his office. He had only take the elevator down the hall to the side alley way leading to his Grey SUV vehicle. This beat up old vehicle has had it days with being ten years old. And he's never considered with getting a new car to get around the Bronx.
For the alleyway..it was semi dark with a couple of lamp posts along the way to get to his vehicle.
The air outside for December is very crisp and cold in the low twenties. Donald was wearing his brown leather jacket he's had for almost seven years. It keeps him some what warm for when ever he's outside during the cold months.
Walking slowly with his brown brief case in his right hand. All of a sudden he hears this strange noise coming from some where.
He's not able to see a thing. He turns around to face someone in black with a revolver in his hand. He's not able to see his face for the moment.
"What's going on?" He says with a trembling voice with his question.
"It's the end of the line for you and the rest of your group." As the person in black fires two shots quickly into his chest to kill him out right.
He fell back into the building's wall, only to fall onto the cement. It was at this point the shooter went to check for any pulse in his body, only to find him completely dead. As he walks off out of the alley way only to disappear quickly.