Dark Heart

*This is a CSI NY/Supernatural crossover. I do not own either of them. No not even a little!

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Chapter 1 - Dead is dead, right?

"Miss Culver I don't know what else to tell you. We tested the deceased's DNA. It was definitely a match to Tyler Denton." Mac Taylor tried to gently reassure the young woman sitting across from him in his office.

"Look, I know how crazy I sound. I'm positive the man in my apartment last night was Denton!" The young woman spoke, fear and frustration were heavy in her voice and on her face. "Denton killed my mother, took me hostage. The freak planned to sacrifice me in some satanic ritual. Then I watched as the police shot him 5 times. I haven't forgotten. I'll never forget."

Pulling back her long dark from across her cheek she showed the detective the long scar that ran from behind her ear down to her chin. "The only reason I'm alive is because I kept my head down and the officers were a good shot. It's been 4 months and I haven't slept a night without reliving it. Last night I went to the kitchen for some water and there's someone in my living room. Then I hear that voice. "Jessie dear, you look like you've lost weight. I hope you're taking care of yourself." Jessie clenched her purse tighter.

"You said you never actually saw him?" Mac asked as gently as he could.

Flushing slightly the woman answered. "No I never saw him. I fainted. When I came to he was gone. I got dressed and went straight to the police. They didn't believe me, but they sent me to you." Jessie looked down at her purse and shook her head. When she looked up there were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I wasted your time. I promise not to bother you again.

Before Mac could say another word the woman stood and left the office. Mac felt bad. That girl had been through hell and hadn't fully come back. Unfortunately there was nothing the police or the crime lab could do for waking nightmares.

He was still lost in thought as Don Flack entered his office.

"Hello Mac?" Don Flack asked for the third time.

Mac finally noticed Flack. "Sorry I was lost in thought on the woman that just left."

Flack looked somber. "Yeah, that was Jessie Culver?"

Mac nodded. "You know the case?"

"Actually I was there the day he was taken down. I was one of the shooters. She okay?"

Mac shook his head. "She says she heard Denton in her apartment last night."

Flack looked at Mac. "You know he's dead right?"

Mac looked at the folder on his desk. It was the autopsy report on Tyler Denton. "Yeah, I even showed her the DNA tests that we ran. She must be having waking nightmares. I just hope she gets help before it's too late."

"I'm telling you that crap that this guy had at his place. Satan worshipping freak, the place was filled with the stuff. Even his journals were like a bad horror movie. Claiming to have sold his soul to the devil. He was supposed to be the assassin for some yellow eyed demon. Once he killed his intended targets he was to get Jessie as his prize. He believed she's destined to give birth to some world altering future leader."

Mac thought about this for a few minutes. "Don was he alone or could this have been a cult situation?"

Flack shook his head. "We couldn't find any evidence of any others. Trust me, I looked, hard! Denton was so whacked he probably had a lot of imaginary friends he played with, none in the real world though. You think there's something to her claim? Someone playing games with her?"

Mac shrugged as Flack's cell phone rang.

"Flack. Yeah, I'll be right there." Flack hung up the cell phone and looked at Mac. "I gotta go. They just brought in a suspect I've been looking for. I'll talk to you later Mac."

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Mac sat in his office at the end of the next day. He'd been trying since his meeting yesterday with Jessie Culver to not think of the young woman and the terrible situation she was in. Because of some crazy zealot a life had been lost and another very effectively destroyed. He wanted to do something, but felt helpless. He was thinking of taking a look into the possibility of cult members himself when his phone rang.

"Hey, it's Flack. You need to get over to Jessie Culver's place."

Mac frowned. "What's wrong? She hasn't done something to herself has she?"

"Not herself, I think it's better if I try to explain this in person."

Mac was puzzled. "What's the address?"

Twenty minutes later and Mac was parking down the block from Jessie Culver's walkup apartment. A pretty little 3 story townhouse, it seemed each floor was its own apartment. Flack said Jessie's was on the 3rd floor. Showing his badge to the patrolman at the door he continued up the stairs to Jessie's apartment. The door was open and inside Flack was interviewing a mature woman.

Flack noticed Mac and introduced the woman. "This is Sara Burk, she lives downstairs. She heard a commotion in here and rushed up. She has a key for emergencies and let herself in. Across the room she saw a man with his hands around Jessie's neck. She looked for a weapon and when she turned back he was gone and Jessie was on the floor. It gets better."

Sara lightly smacked Flack's arm. "Look I know it's not possible, but maybe Denton had a twin, or a brother?"

Mac looked at Flack. "She swears the man that attacked Jessie was the spitting image of Denton."

"I'm mature, not blind or senile! I didn't say it was that man, just that it looked like him."

Mac smiled at her. "There is a big difference Flack. How's Jessie?"

Mac and Flack both looked to where Sara had indicated the attack happened. "She's not conscious, they took her over to Angel of Mercy. The hospital run by the nuns."

Mac nodded. "Now Ms. Burk did the man go out the window?"

She looked puzzled. "I guess, I grabbed a frying pan from the counter, when I looked back there was no sign of him. It was kinda strange."

This whole thing was strange, thought Mac as he walked over to the window. Closed and double locked from the inside. He walked through the apartment and checked all the windows. The same. All double locked from the inside. What was going on here?

Flack walked over and pointed to the windows. "Yeah they were all like that. The neighbour had to use her key 'cause the front door was locked and we swept the apartment, no other way in or out. So how do you write up a report when the suspect is a dead guy who got in and out of a completely locked apartment? At least write it up without ending up seeing the police shrink? Cause dead is dead right?"

Mac just shook his head, if he hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have believed it.