A Killer's Law
A/N: Ok, this is my first uploaded fanfic, so if it sucks, then tell me. Well, enjoy and please review!
Chapter one:
It was another beautiful day in Miami. Typical. Sometimes, it seemed that the weather just wanted to spite him. The hot July sun beat down on the beach goers. He watched, waiting. His eyes were grim and determined as he watched for his prey. Finally, he spotted it.
He had been waiting for a few days for the right prey to cross his path. As the police officer got out of her car, he smiled coldly. The only reason why he had come to Miami, after all, was for the police officers. What better city to run into them than the city with the highest crime rate in the country? She wrote a speeding ticket for a man in a grey car, who drove off.
He lay in wait as his prey drove back to the police station, obviously ending her shift. She left the building just as the sun dipped behind the trees. He walked slowly to his car behind her. She was tired and didn't turn around. He quickened his pace and placed a hand over the officer's mouth. She tried to scream, but he had used chloroform to subdue her. In a matter of moments, they were both gone.
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Horatio Caine stood in the parking garage. He had been called in to work the case of a missing police officer. The officer's name was Debbie Smithson and had gone missing last night after shift. Her car remained in the garage, untouched, but her cell phone lay on the ground a few yards away.
Eric Delko was working the scene. He carefully dusted the car, finding only partial and smudged prints. Nothing usable. Eric then picked up the cell phone, which had been stepped on, after photographing it. He dusted that, too, and found a few usable prints.
"What do you think happened here, H?" Eric asked.
"Well, all we know now is that Officer Smithson was on her way home. However, she never got into her car and her cell phone was crushed." Horatio looked worried; he was sure the IAB would soon come to scrutinize his case.
"I got something, H," Eric was on the other side of the crime scene tape. He snapped a photo and picked up a handkerchief. Sniffing it he said, "Chloroform."
Horatio was silent as he took this in. "Bag it and send it to DNA for analysis. The kidnapper may have left some skin cells behind." Eric nodded and sealed the evidence bag. They looked over the scene for another hour and found nothing probative. Eric headed for DNA with the handkerchief, hoping they would find the kidnapper before it was too late.
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He carefully loaded the gun. The officer was struggling, trying to escape. He smiled. He had duct taped her to a chair and taped her mouth shut. She had been trying to escape for that past half hour. He held the gun to her head, deciding whether or not she would suit his needs.
Officer Smithson was terrified; she had never thought that she would ever be in a position like this: helpless and alone with a killer. They were in a large building which vaguely resembled a warehouse. The killer's finger was on the trigger. All he had to do was twitch and her life would be over.
The man took seconds, which seemed like hours, to decide. He shot her in the right temple. He placed the gun on her feet and calmly walked away. Officer Smithson's head hung and blood dripped through her hair and onto the dusty ground.
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"Sorry, Eric," said the woman at the DNA lab, "the only epithelials on the handkerchief was the officer's."
"Thanks," Eric said and took the handkerchief. He sent it to trace to confirm the chloroform smell was really chloroform. Horatio was on his phone, talking quietly.
"Eric," he said, "they found Officer Smithson. She was shot. Grab Ryan." Horatio's normally cheerful eyes were full of sorrow. Even though he hadn't known the officer personally, it still hurt to lose her. Eric nodded and headed to the break room, searching for Ryan Wolfe.