I don't own any of these amazingly fantastic shows =) R&R please!
June 23, Outskirts of New York City, New York:
"He's on the move." Peter Burke told his co-workers as he watched the signal of a cold-blooded killer start to move. "Jones, Diana, let's go. Neil - stay here." he told the man sitting closest to him. "But Peter -"
"No buts' Neil, we can't risk it. You're unarmed. And who's to say you don't know this Psychopath." Peter interrupted firmly.
"Hey, I dealt with thieves - not killers." Neil replied smiling. Peter wasn't smiling, "Let's go Jones, we have to get to Elizabeth." Neil stood up quickly. "Wait, I can be a distraction." Peter shook his head. "And get yourself killed? No."
"Maybe he's right. What if we can't deal with this killer without someone who can get into his mind?" Jones spoke up looking from Neil to Peter. Peter looked hesitant, and then nodded for them to follow him.
They were at an entrance to an abandon hospital; this was where the killer had done his previous work. He was crafty, he never showed his face. But one thing was always prominent - his laugh. Evil. Evil is the only way to describe it. For some reason he wanted to pick on the FBI, more specifically, Peter.
"Oh boy, Peter, the killer could be holding Elizabeth anywhere. This hospital is huge!" Neil exclaimed looking up. "Neil, you came to be a distraction to the killer, not us. So shut up." Peter barked. "Let's go."
The sight as they walked inside the hospital looked more like a torture chamber. Old desks were broken, computers smashed, glass scattered across the floor.
Neil covered his face; the smell of death, decay and blood were prominent. Peter shook his head and breathed deeply. "I hope none of this is El's blood." he said, his voice squeaking. "Don't think that way Peter. The killer wouldn't bring you here only to kill her." Diana said giving Peter a sympathetic glance.
Neil shivered slightly. "It's cold in here." Jones said, referring to Neil shivering. "That's not why I'm shivering," - he coughed harshly from the stench - "do you not hear that?"
"Hear what?" Peter asked looking at Neil. Then they all heard it. From the vents - the laugh. The killer was here.
The sound of motors moving made them all jump and turn their heads. The elevator, which surprisingly works, was opening to the right of them. "It's a trap. He's tempting us to play this his way." Diana said narrowing her eyes at the elevator which seemed to be the cleanest spot in the area. "Maybe he is. But playing things his way may be the only way to save Elizabeth." Peter replied firmly.
"You don't really mean -" Jones started but was cut-off by Neil. "No Jones, peter's right. We have to play it his way, or else no one has a way out." Diana and Jones seemed reluctant but willingly agreed. They walked towards the elevator. "I wonder why our crazed little friend would leave the elevator corpse-less?"
Neil asked quietly surveying the elevator; his eyes widened once he stepped into the elevator though.
"Peter, look at this." he whispered breathlessly. Neil had gone pale. Peter stepped onto the elevator and saw a recently decayed woman, sprawled across the elevator floor. No blood. Her gray, leathery face still showed her look of pain and fear. Peter closed his eyes and looked away.
"What is it?" Diana asked advancing towards the door just as the motors started up again. The doors closed fast and suddenly Peter and Neil were being thrust up through the hospital to whatever surprises this killer had in mind. Peter pulled out his gun and cocked it. "Ready Neil?"
The elevator stopped. Neil and Peter both lost their balance, the doors open. Both men gasped in shock at the sight; it was worse than down stairs. Dead bodies lay piled in the corners, blood covered everywhere. Peter and Neil stepped off the elevator and looked around. "Alright where are you!" Peter yelled out. Neil tapped his shoulder. On the wall was a message written in blood.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE WOMAN DEAD OR ALIVE COME TO MIAMI AND LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Peter swallowed hard. Neil was still staring at the message. "We have to get to Miami." Peter said his voice downcast. "Peter- I want to help." Neil knew peter wouldn't let him. It was illegal. But El was Neil's friend, he had to try. "Peter, let me cut the anklet-"
Suddenly there was a noise, a helicopter. "Peter it's him! He's getting away!" They ran to the open window just as the helicopter flew past. They caught just a glimpse of Elizabeth; she was tied up, bloody prints from the killer on her face-
"Peter! Neil! Are you guys alright?" Diana yelled as they burst in from the stairwell. "He had the door jammed-" she stopped when she saw them, then the message on the wall. Peter looked at them all and said quietly, "Jones - call the Bureau, Diana - cut Neil's anklet. We're going to Miami."
My third story! Thank you for reading this! I know it might seem VERY wrong to mix these shows - you know, different concepts - but the idea came to me and I just absolutely HAD TO DO IT! =) Thank you again!
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