Summery: When a girl is found in an alley in New York, it sends the team into the minds of a cult-like group of teens who gave up everything, including their names, personalities, and looks, to become the characters of a book.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or CSI:NY.
A/N: This isn't my first try at a fanfic, but this is the first one that I've ever posted. I promise that it will get better after the first few chapters. Oh, and I might not post for a while after the second chapter because school is starting tomorrow and I need to focus on my grades. Enjoy!
Found
The girl was lying in the alleyway, amidst the trash and grim of New York City. She was small, with pixie-like features, and black hair cut in a short, spiky style. Her wide-open eyes, seeing nothing, were an odd golden color. Pure terror was plastered onto her face, which was sheet white. A bloody patch was on the girl's neck, were there seemed to be a chunk of missing flesh.
The last bit of the day's light suddenly passed over the girl's body, causing her skin to sparkle softly.
***
Stella started snapping pictures of the body. The sun had gone down half an hour ago, but there was still a crowd around the yellow tape, watching as the CSI team began their work on the young girl's body.
Mac Taylor presented his badge to the officer at the tape and ducked under to join Stella.
"What do we have?" Mac asked, taking in the scene.
Stella finished snapping pictures of the body and picked up the purse next to it. She looked through quickly, grabbing the girl's information.
Stella's eyes widened as she examined the different cards in the wallet and looked back at the girl.
"Confliction information," she said, standing up with the wallet in hand. "Look." She pointed at the picture on the ID. "This girl in the picture has long, golden-blond hair and blue eyes. The girl here has black hair and yellow eyes. And the faces are a little different."
"Fake ID?" Mac questioned, taking the card in his hand to examine it further.
"But if it's a fake, why wouldn't she get one that looked more like herself? And why wouldn't she get one that said she was twenty-one?" Stella countered. "The ID says Alison Cutler, but everything else in the purse says Alice Cullen on it."
"So who is this?" Mac asked, looking at the body again.
"We'll have to wait for the autopsy," Stella said. "You know, she looks young enough that we might have her finger prints on file. Schools print kids in kindergarten."
"Maybe."
"I guess now we have two questions to solve," Stella mused.
"Who is she and who killed her?"
Yeah, it's kind of short, but I'll try to make chapters longer as I go. And I know you want to push the review button down there!