"Just A Normal Day."
The busy streets of New York city bustled with crowds of patrons. Early morning was always the busiest. Everyone trying to get to where they needed to be, and not stopping their pace for anything. Except the occasional dead guy laying on the street. Which then they tended to go around and mind their own business. But out of every busy professional there was one that actually took the time to call the police. And that's where their day began.
"Just a normal day." Mac Taylor mumbled as he scribbled down some notes. "Yup. Good old New York." Danny Messer spoke as he leaned over the corpse of a young white male. Mac scoffed at his friend's comment, shaking his head slightly. "Looks like a gun shot, through and through. To the temple, killed 'em instantly." Danny straighten up after his observation. "Typical." Mac mumbled again, finishing his scribbling. "Well, apparently there's no witnesses." He then added, looking skeptical. "Are there ever any witnesses?" The familiar voice of their college came from behind them. "I thought today was your day off." Danny cocked a brow, his hands on his hips. "It was my day off." Samantha Dunlap sent a chilling glare in her boss's direction. Mac quickly looked away from her. Danny chuckled, "Mac's gonna get it later." Sam ignored Danny's comment and knelt beside the deceased male. "So… Shot through the head, probably from the back. Meaning the killer doesn't like to see his victim's face. Also it was a close shot, probably three to four feet away. So it was personal…" Sam placed her hand on her chin as she observed while talking. "You know. You scare me at how you can do that as soon as you arrive." Danny gave her a look. She rolled her eyes, "I've been around awhile." "You hang out in the morgue way too much." Mac commented. She shot him a death glare, he looked away again. "I'll get Stella." She sighed, standing up, and flipping her cell open.
Stella Bonasera came hurrying down the side walk, her walk proud and determined. "What do we got?" She spoke fast, her eyes just glazing over the dead body and crime scene. "Shot from the back, three to four feet, personal contact, gun shot through and through." Mac listed everything on command. "Alright. I'll take Sami." She moved quickly. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold up a moment." Mac interrupted her fast pace, which she didn't like one bit. "I'll go with you. Sam goes with Danny." He ordered, motioning between the two. Sam stepped over beside Danny. "Sami needs field practice. She doesn't need to be trapped in the lab all day." Stella stepped up to Mac, her voice thick with annoyance. "Together. Danny and her can process the scene faster, meaning we can get our suspect a lot faster as well." Mac avoided all eye contact with Stella as she huffed and turned away. "Fine." She mumbled, storming off in the direction of her car. The two were always like that. Danny and Sam never got in the way and only followed orders. Because getting in the way of Stella usually meant a black eye for show. Mac was the only one brave and stupid enough to do it. Mac caught them both staring at him like he was crazy, "What?" "Nothing." They both answered quickly. He didn't say anything else, just shook his head, and headed to his car.
"I'm telling ya'. Those two should hook up." Sam spoke as Danny and her made their way to the crime lab. "Hook up? You're out of your mind, Sam." He shook his head at his partner's reasoning. "Oh come on. Sparks are obviously flying between them! And with their temperaments they'd never be bored." Sam smirked. "With their temperaments they'd blow up New York." Danny shot back. "I think it's romantic." She stuck her tongue out at him. "What? Blowing up New York? Or sparks flying?" He joked which made her roll her eyes. "What do you got for us, Shel?" Sam asked as both Danny and her waltzed through the door. "You were pretty close to your assumption." Sheldon Hawkes turned to Sam and Danny. "How so?" Danny raised a brow. "The killer was three and a half feet behind him, " Sheldon then held up the bullet before adding, "And he shot him with a nine millimeter short." "Aha! Which means that it was a Beretta M1934!" She almost squealed which made Danny raise a brow. "Exactly." Sheldon smirked, bagging the evidence. "Anything else?" Danny inquired, looking over the opened body on the slab in front of them. "Well, I've got his ID." Sheldon handed it to Danny. "Now we're talkin'."